1. The slideshows on Apartment Therapy make me want to slit my wrists and then pour nail polish remover over my bloody self. WHO THE HELL designed these things?? They jump around, and the pics are diff sizes, and they just make me want to punch things.
2. I want to lose 60ish pounds by March 12th. That's like 2ish pounds a week. March 12 is a major bday for me, and I refuse to start my next decade with my fat ass in tact. I need someone to help me and can't decide if I need a trainer, a personal chef, a health coach, or a shrink. I mean, I probably need all of them, but I need to do something drastic. And I need someone who's not going to stand for any of my bullshit. Anyone to recc in NYC? Online? I need someone to just TELL MY ASS WHAT TO DO.
3. Our Basset Hand Oliver has these sharp pointy little hairs, and he sheds all the hell all over the place. These things practically weave themselves into the fibers of our rug. Our vacuum cleaner doesn't even get them out. Like you run it over the rug, and nothing happens. All the hair just sits there. WTF? I've actually heard horrible things about the Dyson animal, and it's too big anyway. Any other vaccuum reccs?
I'm married and old, so I don't know about these real-world type things, but my guess is: there are quite a few of you out there who are really good at trolling for action online.
Now, duh: I know all about Grindr, and Youporn, and OK Stupid and the like, but the only place I really like to troll for action is on Pinterest.
Are you ppl watching HGTV's new season of Design Star or what??
I'm an ep behind, and I'm not doing recaps this year because doing recaps of a TV show on your blog is pretty much worse than Cancer. I'm serious: if you are ever thinking of doing it, DON'T. It will ruin your life (maybe I'll do one every once in awhile though).
This year's cast seems a bit more with it, but the bar is also sort of low so it's hard to tell so far.
Blogfest 2012 has ended, and as I do after most events I attend, I'm serving up a piping hot plate of review and recap.
For those of you who have never heard of it, Blogfest is a three day event organized by Kravet:
"the second annual New York City design event hosted by Kravet Inc. that brings together editors from top design and lifestyle magazines, great brands and A-list industry designers and celebrities."
Rather than taking you through shit day by day, I'm breaking down my observations into tasty, morsel-y bites.
Perhaps this should have been included in my "things I'm afraid to tell you" post: I read all three books in the 50 Shades of Grey series.
i.e. I was so sucked into this bullshit, I finished all 3 books in less than 7 days.
These books were SO bad, ppl. Like soooooooo.
In fact, never have I been more convinced that I myself could easily write a bestseller. Cause if these books are best sellers, I would venture to guess that most eleventh graders who speak English as a first language would be equally qualified to write "best sellers."
By now I'm sure you guys have seen this "things I'm afraid to tell you" stuff all the hell over the blogosphere. Ez from Creature Comforts was inspired by this post on Makeunder My life and then a whole slew of other bloggers joined in on the fun.
I think "things I'm afraid to tell you" is officially the new "outfit to room" post.
Even though I tend to avoid jumping on the ole bandwagon type shit, I actually really dig the idea of this one. And so when my friend Meg from Mimi+Meg wrote asking me to participate in "things I'm afraid to tell you" part deux wave, I was totally down. As a writer, I always like to challenge myself, and the idea of telling you all the stuff that I've paid some shrink $250/hr to sort through with me at various points in my life definitely falls under the category of "stuff that might make me wanna throw up." And, in this case, that's a good thing.
Herewith is a list of 5 things I'm *actually* afraid to tell you...or really anyone:
Ok, so I have zero clue why, but over the past 6 mos or so I've been obsessed with those vintage old school style lockers like the one above. The style is pretty much the complete opposite of EVERYTHING we have in our apt, I don't have room for one, don't need any additional storage space, and honestly have no fucking clue what I'd do with one even if I bought it.
But, alas: I keep looking, and searching, and asking my husband to hide all of our credit cards whenever I see one.