me: IRL
“You look like a hungry badger.”
for the mantel
"sea recollection" | efi tolio via society6
A little excited about having a big antique fireplace to decorate. I’ve even given thought to drawing or painting something to go above it, but this painting might convince me otherwise.
some programs are so needy when you’re updating or installing.
ESPECIALLY on Windows.
Some programs (cough, Adobe) will literally black out your screen and it will be a lone install prompt. Way to push your way to the front of the line.
Or it’ll just be consistently trying to pop over what I’m working on or WORSE! just flash in my taskbar like a needy little shit. Like, okay, I see you, got it, in a sec. Okay JUST GIVE ME ONE DAMN SECOND.
Posted in the grind
grocery pickup
I remember when I was a kid, grocery stores with drive-thru pickup started being built, where you could go grocery shopping and then they’d haul your loot to the drive-thru, where they’d load it up for you.
SO CONVENIENT.
It has bothered me for YEARS why no one uses them anymore. Did something happen? Did some law pass? In this world of convenience, how is it this one super convenient service, for something people do constantly, now extinct? Why? WHY?!
Posted in baffling
lofty
I move into a loft-type space in a month. It’s a wonderful space; 18-foot ceilings, huge fireplace, huge porch – but almost zero storage.
Besides getting REAL with my belongings, and getting rid of a lot, I will need storage. I’ve been hitting Pinterest and Apartment Therapy hard for inspiration, as I’d really like to avoid buying new furniture. Curtain dividers, wardrobes, vertical shelving, bed lifts – I’ve considered a lot.
Posted in dwelling, getting crafty
*welp*
I was complaining to a colleague this morning about how the end of my fishtail braid was all gross, because I accidentally dipped it into my sugar-free soy cinnamon dolce latte. And immediately, in my head:
WHITE
GIRL
PROBLEMS
Posted in FAIL
the worst.
When I do the whole dinner-at-computer-while-perusing-Reader thing (every? weeknight), at first I’m like, Yeah okay, that’s cute. Oh look at that, cute booties. Etc.
Within maybe 15 minutes in, I just can’t. I JUST CAN’T. Some bloggers are just the worst. Me included. But I’m really talking about famous bloggers, esp. fashion bloggers.
Just the worst. This might send me into bitter pill territory, but these bloggers must be absolutely insufferable in real life. They get their boyfriends to take pictures of their outfits, daily. DAILY. I would be mortified to each and every day force my whoever to stop what he’s doing so he could go take 10 photos of me smugly wearing wedges and vintage smelly high-waisted skirts and garish bright lipstick in the snow, just so I could continue to jerk my ego off via this self-worshipping blog I started. That guy probably HATES that fucking blog.
I’m sad that this was once a bandwagon I fully got on. It might be the NSync of internet trends. 10 years from now I suspect we’ll all be like, “ha yeah. Remember when that was a thing?”
Silly bitches.
Posted in key-lashing
born and shoot
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