i'm just a love machine
things ima have to buy before i quit tappy:
bras
work shoes
rechargeable battery for the camera
new litter box for sylvie silverstein
eh, this list is boring. so yea, the tap room will soon become a memory for me. keep your pubes crossed that i get outta there before may. that's a realistic goal. especially since i'll be saving about $200 after all is said and done when kierlo and i shack the shit up.
WE'RE MOVING (help us if you dare - we got a bunch of shit between the 2 of us and both live on 2nd floors........)
the new apartment is all the rage. i'm pretty fucking excited and am totally over my current place. i've already got 6 boxes packed up, labeled and ready to go. i'm taking more home with me tonight. and i've cleaned out 2 closets & gotten rid of a bunch of shit (some trash, some taken to salvation army) so i'm semi-confident that this move will be the most organized one. it will definitely be better than my last move. that one sucked and happened in the span of a grand total of 4 days. that's all i had. to pack AND to move AND to clean. but i (we) made it work and with all this extra time, if i maintain some form of discipline and time management, it should be totally total.
BIGGER and badder:
oscars is right around the corner. have you been preparing yourself with seeing a gazillion movies? me? not so much. so far i've only managed to see the following:
capote
hustle & flow (ya know it's hard out here for a pimp - man, i hope that song wins)
brokeback mountain
crash
harry potter and the goblet of fire
star wars episode III my nuts
the constant gardener
war of the worlds
i have a lot of work ahead of me. mainly, i'd like to see the following:
good night & good luck.
memoirs of a geisha
transamerica
chronicles of narnia
murderball
munich
syriana
match point
man, that's a lot of work for a girl. not too bad, but if you figure out how much money that actually costs, it's something to sneeze at. but i'll make it work and i'll see 'murderball' over the weekend. but i have an obligation to the academy and i'm going to continue to do what i can to make it work.
speaking of, is anyone else totally bummed that nick got the boot this week from heidi klum this week? i had tears in my eyes and i'm not lying. the thing is, if fucking kara gets to stay on for making maybe 2 DECENT outfits, nick should definitely still be on. santino. get a room with yourself (wearing an empire waist fucking dress no less). he's good tv, but he's not that great of a designer. not for couture and not for anything but costumes. lame. but i do envy his collection of animal shirts. i want one. with a unicorn. and an elephant one. and a tiger. and a lion. oh hell, give me all of them. thanks.
i can't believe that going to the gym SPORADICALLY and eating like a total asshole hasn't done anything for my physique. what a fucking rip off. i thought that if i paid the gym every single month (on time even!), results would just show. i can't believe i have to actually WORK on this. like i have time. between the laying around, eating like shit, boozing it like bukowski and jerking off, i really have a hard time squeezing it in. i'll just drink smartwater with everything. electrolytes.
what else? besides looking forward to a new place to call home, the oscars, and having a good chunk of awesomely fun people to hang out with and call my friends, i'm cool.
bras
work shoes
rechargeable battery for the camera
new litter box for sylvie silverstein
eh, this list is boring. so yea, the tap room will soon become a memory for me. keep your pubes crossed that i get outta there before may. that's a realistic goal. especially since i'll be saving about $200 after all is said and done when kierlo and i shack the shit up.
WE'RE MOVING (help us if you dare - we got a bunch of shit between the 2 of us and both live on 2nd floors........)
the new apartment is all the rage. i'm pretty fucking excited and am totally over my current place. i've already got 6 boxes packed up, labeled and ready to go. i'm taking more home with me tonight. and i've cleaned out 2 closets & gotten rid of a bunch of shit (some trash, some taken to salvation army) so i'm semi-confident that this move will be the most organized one. it will definitely be better than my last move. that one sucked and happened in the span of a grand total of 4 days. that's all i had. to pack AND to move AND to clean. but i (we) made it work and with all this extra time, if i maintain some form of discipline and time management, it should be totally total.
BIGGER and badder:
oscars is right around the corner. have you been preparing yourself with seeing a gazillion movies? me? not so much. so far i've only managed to see the following:
capote
hustle & flow (ya know it's hard out here for a pimp - man, i hope that song wins)
brokeback mountain
crash
harry potter and the goblet of fire
star wars episode III my nuts
the constant gardener
war of the worlds
i have a lot of work ahead of me. mainly, i'd like to see the following:
good night & good luck.
memoirs of a geisha
transamerica
chronicles of narnia
murderball
munich
syriana
match point
man, that's a lot of work for a girl. not too bad, but if you figure out how much money that actually costs, it's something to sneeze at. but i'll make it work and i'll see 'murderball' over the weekend. but i have an obligation to the academy and i'm going to continue to do what i can to make it work.
speaking of, is anyone else totally bummed that nick got the boot this week from heidi klum this week? i had tears in my eyes and i'm not lying. the thing is, if fucking kara gets to stay on for making maybe 2 DECENT outfits, nick should definitely still be on. santino. get a room with yourself (wearing an empire waist fucking dress no less). he's good tv, but he's not that great of a designer. not for couture and not for anything but costumes. lame. but i do envy his collection of animal shirts. i want one. with a unicorn. and an elephant one. and a tiger. and a lion. oh hell, give me all of them. thanks.
i can't believe that going to the gym SPORADICALLY and eating like a total asshole hasn't done anything for my physique. what a fucking rip off. i thought that if i paid the gym every single month (on time even!), results would just show. i can't believe i have to actually WORK on this. like i have time. between the laying around, eating like shit, boozing it like bukowski and jerking off, i really have a hard time squeezing it in. i'll just drink smartwater with everything. electrolytes.
what else? besides looking forward to a new place to call home, the oscars, and having a good chunk of awesomely fun people to hang out with and call my friends, i'm cool.
