October 2011
17 posts
i created a twitter account because i have a lot of witty one liners that i wanted to share with the world but when i got on, i was so confused by the tagging and the hashbrown marks that i got over it. too bad world. @god. @yourmama #twitter
“The emphasis on sex that currently permeates our public life attest not to our sexual freedom but to our continuing sexual frustration. People who are not hungry are not obsessed with food.”
—Ellen Willis, No More Nice Girls
“ok you get a choice you can either wear high heels or a bikini. you can’t wear both. if you wear a bikini you need to wear flip flops or go barefoot or better yet why don’t you be in the frikin’ pool cause you’re in a bikini. but don’t prance around in your bikini and your high heels or i’m gonna go “hey, where’s your pole?” like i wore a beautiful cover up over my beautiful swim suit. therefore, i was allowed a wedge. a cover up bought me a wedge. it didn’t buy me a high heel.”
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courtney, most eligible dallas
preach homegirl. preeeeach.
(via missjacobi)
wahhhh
can i just bitch for a second? k thanks. white girl first world problems, i know.
the parking lot at my work sucks. the spots are not meant for real size cars. maybe fiats. but not honda civics and definitely not the massive Cadillac SUVs that all the pre-school parents drive. on wednesday, my 6 month old car was side swiped on the drivers side ROYALLY. i’m talking a $1500 repair. now the guy that did it (THANKYOUG-D) left a note and is being super nice about it so it’s not a total upset. that still doesn’t change the fact that my brand new car is now going to have a body repair that could potentially cause issues in the future though. dumb.
i was cyperdumped on thursday. i say this lightly because i had really only met the dude once. but he seemed cool and i was actually excited about getting to know him better. we had a date planned for after work on thursday so i got super cute (read: i never do that for work) and at 2pm i get the following text, “Hi, I feel like a jerk but I met someone else and she wants to be exclusive. I think I should give her a shot. You can understand why I have to cancel our date for tonight then. Sorry.” I immediately deleted all our text conversations and his number from my phone.
i went on two dates yesterday. the first guy seemed nice and very into his political activism job. i don’t see anything there though. he had me pay for my own tea and he had british teeth. it was kind of weird.
the second guy i was really looking forward to meeting. it was really stressful. i went shopping for a new outfit, i felt really self conscious. it was annoying. ANYWAY, we went to this Italian street fair, out to a really nice dinner, and then drinks. cute right? i thought things were going nicely but at the end of the night he said, “bye, it was nice meeting you” (read: bye, i’m not going to call you again”). now i don’t even know if i am actually interested but i am at least interested in a second date so the fact that he was not at all (even after getting to know my winning personality and charm) is dumb. his lack of interest made me feel insecure and yucky and it’s not cool that i let a guy i don’t even know make me feel that way. i actually called the wrestler afterward and made him tell me i am pretty and awesome. literally. i called and said, “I need you tell me how awesome and pretty I am.” he did, which was nice, but still i can’t get rid of this yucky feeling.
i’m trying to not let all this get me down. my family and puppy are healthy. i’m healthy. i have a great job. i have great friends. i’m going to chicago to see my maccabi friends and then going to new york on thursday. things are good. so why is the aforementioned dumb stuff getting me down?
random musical theatre fact:
West Side Story was originally envisioned as East Side Story by its creators. The show was to be a conflict centered around the romance between a Jewish girl and an Gentile boy.
Upon walking back to a friends house from the Sofitel Hotel last night in uncomfortable shoes— i had a realization:
I wish I could live my life in toe socks, rainbow flip flops, and a mumu every single day.
I mean fashion is cool and all but not when you have blisters on your feet and are forced to walk back BAREFOOT on the streets of Los Angeles.
my outfit of choice would be boyfriend flannels and my oversized BBG shirt from middle school (the more you wash it, the softer it gets)—- and possibly throw in a scrunchie for good measure.
