Saturday, October 28

"excuses are like assholes; everyone's got one"

That's a quote, obviously, from Vito. That's just to say that I'll spare you this round of excuses for one it's been a fortnight since I've last blogged.

You can enjoy this collection of excuses for not blogging that's been floating around the 'nets lately.

Wednesday, October 18

Project Runway Thoughts

some pre-judging thoughts...

the whole Jeffrey thing:
That was really mature of everyone. It's like these people never watched reality tv before, so they don't actually get how to really backstab and bitch talk. That's refreshing. Also Jeffrey's a weeper.

michael kors: why is he wearing sunglasses at an indoor runway show? is it to justify his ludicrously orange fake-and-bake tan?

jeffrey/runway show: is it creepy when a man clearly loves his son more than his wife? (Also, wow, did you see that one dress that totally made his model look seven months pregnant?)

vincent/audience: yep, he just always looks creepy. A wife, people, someone is married to the man!

uli/runway: I can't wear camel or neutral colors because they make me look beige. So usually I work that out this way: Since I can't wear camel colored clothes, I don't like them. (Selfish. I admit it; I'm a selfish lady.) I've got to say, though, that I really liked the neutral colored clothes from the beginning of her show better than the vibrant blue colors at the end.

laura/runway: so I'm totally not Laura's demographic. You will see me at NO cocktail parties at all. Her clothes are gorgeous, and I liked the music choice -- it's like jazz meets the circus or something. She's got the best intro yet.

michael knight/runway: his models seem like they're on drugs. maybe it's all the white clothes that are confusing me. One of his models is wearing a pink sateen romper dress! it's like hussy meets three year old.

question: why do all the designers love backless dresses w/ boob cutout areas so much?

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Thursday, October 5

Signs of Trouble

I was at a party the other day, and a friend -- a male friend! -- said, "So, what's the plan for your highlights?"

Plan? I don't have a plan for my hair. I don't even have a five-year plan. I still don't know what to major in at college. Ok, I guess I somehow solved that one. But no, I do not have a highlights plan. Also, jesus, nyc guys: your product love and hair awareness is now officially creepy.

Bad Situations Made Worse

I flew cross-country from New York to San Francisco today. I don't do well on long flights - it's not like I'm tall or anything like that, but I still feel like I need more room than the airplane provides.

The whole flight system is so bizarre. It's bad enough that I have to fly in the crappy McMinie seat; I don't think there's a need to make me walk through first class and observe how great things could be.

Here's what made me really cranky: after hour seventeen of the flight, I was feeling hungry. There's no free meal on airlines anymore, and not even a free snack. But in first class, apparently everything is different. In first class, they were getting FREE FRESH BAKED COOKIES. And let me tell you, I think they purposefully piped the fresh baked smell into the lowly ordinary class section and it made me sad.

Sunday, October 1

Pain In My Ass

Saturday night, I fell down a flight of stairs. Yup. An entire flight. Important things to know: I was not drinking or drunk leading up to the fall. After the fall, I anesthetized with a lovely screwtop Reisling.

Bonus terribleness: I was carrying a glass of wine down the stairs with me, and spilled the entire glass on my shirt. It's always nice to smell like a wino on a Saturday night.

My ass, by the way, is now purple. There's some lovely green and black streaks as well. I'm going to have to come up with a new favorite hobby, because sitting just isn't working out for me today.