Walk the Moon – Fixin’
The salt in my eyes as I clear the border
Imaginary lines shatter and shimmer
I get to you to ask you a question
I get to you to find out for certain
Are you fixin’ to come with me?
Are you fixin’ to fix me?
Happy 1st birthday to my favorite chumbawamba!
Your Jim Halpert impression is flawless, kid ♥
Young the Giant has been on constant rotation in my car for over a year now. I’m not particularly proud of it (that’s a lie). And I want you to know, it ends right here (also a lie).
On the drive to work this morning, I tried listening to the radio for a change. While flipping through stations, I heard songs by P.M. Dawn, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Mary J. Blige, TLC… Is it 1992? Am I back in the fifth grade? Did I just leave a note in David Krzywicki’s desk telling him that I think he’s cute???
If I wanted to hear 90s music, I’d listen to Shi’s “current” playlist! Ha.
P.M. Dawn – Set Adrift On Memory Bliss
Free bundtlets for a year from Nothing Bundt Cakes???
Now I don’t have to go in there and pretend I’m buying a cake for someone else anymore. Or birthday candles to corroborate my lies. I mean what. I don’t do that.
Walk the Moon – Quesadilla
And I want you
I want you
I still do
Mark Duplass – Big Machine (Acoustic Version)
Maybe I’m wrong and all that you get is what you see
Maybe I’m right and there’s something out there to believe
It’ll change your life, I swear.
One of the few designer accessories I’ll splurge on is my glasses—partly because I wear them 24/7 (even in the shower if there’s a spider in the bathroom… yikes!), but mostly because the last time I got my eyes checked may or may not have been during the Clinton regime. Clearly, I need quality that lasts.
Maybe if I had used protection sooner, a binder clip wouldn’t be holding my Macbook Pro together right now.
ROBIN: She’s got you on the hook.
TED: What? I’m not on the hook.
ROBIN: Ted, “right now” is the classic on-the-hook catchphrase.
MARSHALL: Yup. “Right now” paints a picture of some sort of magical future time when everything will work out, but the truth is, that will never happen.
ROBIN: You like having Henrietta around for the same reason that Tiffany likes having you around—it’s a nice little ego boost. She’s stringing you along. She’s not committing to you, but she’s keeping you around just in case, like an old can of chili in the pantry.
Um, who’s buying canned chili and not eating it immediately???
When my friend suggested dinner at D Bar, I had no idea it was owned by Keegan Gerhard from The Food Network… that is, until he came up to our table at the end of the meal and asked if something was wrong with Chel’s half eaten dish! While their chicken and waffle sandwich was nothing to write home about, I thoroughly enjoyed everything else I put in my mouth last night—including the food at D Bar ;) Ha! I wanted their shrimp poppers to have my babies, and I thought that their lobster mac & cheese tasted infinitely better than the crab mac from Lei Lounge. Had I known this place was owned by one of the top ten pastry chefs in America, I would have saved room for dessert! I will def be back for dessert and drinks, especially since Keegan was so sweet to us and graciously comp’d Chel’s food.
I can barely move my arms after working out with Jesse. I have blisters on my feet from yesterday’s hike with Shi. And while I wore pants, a long-sleeved shirt and a hat to protect my skin, the small area of my chest that was exposed got sunburned.
I think my body is rejecting me.
That 4-hour hike up Mount Woodson was brutal, but I somehow made it to the top and back down again with a little determination and a lot of blood in my shoes.
|3:22 PM||me: why am i agreeing to all kinds of craziness these days|
|3:23 PM||shi: coz saying yes to everything liberates you!|
|no time like the present!|
|3:25 PM||me: how do i turn you off? :)|
Your sunshine is as blinding as ever, Shirley May.
Apparently, I’ve agreed to hike up Mount Woodson at an unholy hour on my day off tomorrow! I don’t even know who I am anymore…
Fuck, can I get pregnant from this???
When Jesse told me that I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to, but if I did, I’d be sore in the morning, this was not how I expected to spend my evening! Ha.
And so there I was at the gym with him after work today, in two sports bras and a ponytail with my glasses securely bobby-pinned to my head. Hard to resist, I know, but somehow he managed!
Thanks for working me out and not pretending you didn’t know me when I nearly broke the tricep dip machine! I meannn. I’ll try to be less embarrassing next time!
Barnito Supreme speaks the truth.
New prints are up in my Etsy shop!
We’re pretty much the coolest people I know.
Happy 30th birthday to the dirtiest sanchez I know!
Welcome to the club, old whore ♥
I really should start wearing pants around hot surfaces.
My summer soundtrack ♥
Update (6/9): For those of you who asked—and by ‘those of you’ I mean ANTHONY, and by ‘asked’ I mean demanded—you can download all the songs from this playlist here. Enjoy, my lovelies!
I was too busy shaking my sandy parts to record anything during Santigold, but she was def the highlight of my night! Here’s a vid of her performing in the OC:
Imagine Dragons – Demons
They say it’s what you make
I say it’s up to fate
It’s woven in my soul
I need to let you go
I. CAN’T. EVEN.
More photos here.