So, how'd I do?

1. The web copy was not the most bad ass ever imagined, but it was well received and requires only minor revisions. Just so you know, this is a tremendous victory for copy monkeys everywhere. Or just the ones in beige cubicles in Lehi, Utah.

Or just me.

It's a tremendous victory for me.

2. I ACTUALLY FOLDED AND PUT AWAY ALL OF MY GODDAMN LAUNDRY. This is even more tremendous a victory than conquering that demonic web copy.

3. We didn't go out last night, but I did partake in copious amounts of au gratin potatoes and two glasses of red wine. Doesn't that just SOUND amazing?

'Cause it was.

4. Lunch: PACKED!

5. Gym bag: PACKED! And the boss man has been informed that I'm taking off at 4:30 so the wondrous Shelly* at the Gold's Gym on 21st can jab, upper-cut, and round-house kick my ass into shape!

6. I'm still a little whiny, HOWEVER, I did wake up with the, "I am going to FUCKING ROCK THIS DAY" attitude, and it stuck.

Hooray for new leaves!


*Shelly is a fitness goddess. Cruel and brutal, yet beautiful and undeniable at the same time.

To-Dos

1. Write the most bad ass web copy ever imagined
2. Finish laundry (re: fold your goddamn clothes and put them in the goddamn drawers / closet)
3. Enjoy a leisurely meal and imbibe delicious malted barley and hops—both foreign and domestic—with friends—also both foreign and domestic.
4. Pack a lunch for tomorrow
5. Pack a gym bag so you can make it to the elusive abs / kickboxing class Monday at 5:15.
6. Stop being such a whiny baby

Has anyone read the interview with Drew Barrymore in the latest issue of W? In it she confides that the second her feet hit the floor in the morning she's like, "I'm going to fucking rock this day! I'm going to make some people happy!"

That's what I'm going for: Fucking rocking every day and hopefully making some people happy.

Post Script:

In related news (re: fucking rocking) it is officially the year of L-O-V-E, LOVE! Haigen's brother got engaged yesterday, and plans on getting hitched in September. If you're counting that means I have three, THREE, weddings to attend all in a row!

August belongs to the Wangruds
September to the Pearsons
October to the Greens

Quite delightful, this business of loved ones falling in love.

And, no, I'm not next.

Stop looking at me.

musings...

...kidding!

But this will rock your goddamn socks off:

I dislike it when...

...people refer to the contents of their blog(s) as "musings."

You are not reflecting on the role of government and the unconstitutionality of taxation while living a reclusive existence at Walden Pond.

You're blogging.

Chill out.

Contempible Harpy

There's this one person I know who I would like to set on fire.

Here's why:

- Brillo pad hair
- A ring of puss-crusted, scabbed-over sores that surround her ankle
- Her social ineptitude
- The way her sharp outbursts of inappropriate laughter stab your brain
- That she says "codies" instead of "coyotes"
- That she talks about coyotes
- That she frequently omits words from correspondence and conversation. Par example, "This document needs reviewed."
- That she shouts "skoozy" instead of "excuse me" as she barrels down the hall sending you flying like a quivering bowling pin.
- Lastly, her piercing "HOWAHHYEH" instead of "How are you?". I mean, the fact that the only answer to "How are you?" that would possibly satisfy her is, "Suicidally depressed because of you unwavering cruelty" doesn't give her the right to squawk unrecognizable syllables at you as she charges past your cube.

I mean, by the time a emerge from the duck-and-cover position under my desk and finally stop trembling I can't remember my own name let alone how I feel about my current state of being.

So, thanks for rubbing it in.

Harpy.

It's a Glorious Day!

I can’t describe it, but this morning marked that shift in time where winter disappears and life and sunshine and rebirth exist again. I knew it the moment my feet touched the floor, and everything from letting Bologna Head out, to driving to work feels new and fresh.

I’m not sad, and I haven’t been sad, so I don’t know why I want to say this, but just in case it’s a day where one of you needs to hear it:

Everything’s going to be alright.

And I am so in love with you.

Holy Christ

SHOE JEWELRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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doooooooope

Wee Camille at Childhood Flames wrote about a Babooshka cardigan today, so I went to their esty shop where I found this necklace:


Just throw this bad boy on over a white tank top and some gray Kill City skinny denim and basically your shit is going to rival the dopeness of all others.

Belly Dog Has A BLOG!!

Bologna Head

Ch-ch-ch-ch-che-che-check it out.

Scheming

Sometimes, your boyfriend goes out of town for a few days, and you take those few days to turn this:



Into this:



Because the sheer volume of ass that you kick is immeasurable by even the most science-y scientists with the science-y-est abilities.