pinky promised myself to take more pictures once my canon-cam is officially mine and pretty-ify my blogspot.
Monday, July 30, 2007
my blog needs a face-lift and a brazilian butt implant
but who doesn't?
pinky promised myself to take more pictures once my canon-cam is officially mine and pretty-ify my blogspot.
pinky promised myself to take more pictures once my canon-cam is officially mine and pretty-ify my blogspot.
life in super fab shoes
except i confess.. i have tres fab shoes (somewhere under my target flip flops?) but i wear steve maddens to work and have managed to beat the effing shit out of them within the past 10 weeks. i may have more miles on my stevies than i have on my aesics. stupidest revelation ever. i hope it's not true.
freaked out about 2minutes ago because i thought i lost my "things i totally need to blogify" list from july 9th.. it was a monday and it must have been miserably boring because i distinctly recall typing it at work. i even made time to make it some ridiculous non-times new roman-font. in case i manage to really lose it this time, here is what it contains:
a) my giant SPEEDO/nipple exhibit experience.. and i don't mean that i have giant nipples, blegh silver dollar D's
b) zumba dancing
c) my underpantless commute to work... tribute to britney spears and lack of sense for packing overnight clothes
d) my awesome dress being in Vogue and Life&Style (clearly i am more excited about one over the other)
..tres NON-EXCITED that some broad had it on at some dude's wedding.. (although it was the PERFECT timing for my "yea she has my dress.... IN A BIGGER SIZE!"--joke/bit of truth)
but whatever, she can be cropped into the pending "who wore it best? erika wore it it best!" page i fully intend to put together.. with a different title, naturally.
e) the mad cow case of birthday blues i havehadhave
f) my very first investment in a music-less CD
g) how much i want to kiss a sea lion in the Galapagos
writing a list out is nearly as exhausting as doing things or writing the whole story. i either totally killed the punch-line or have created a cliff-hanger...
either way, i'm tired, and it's officially time to watch the Tudors on demand!
freaked out about 2minutes ago because i thought i lost my "things i totally need to blogify" list from july 9th.. it was a monday and it must have been miserably boring because i distinctly recall typing it at work. i even made time to make it some ridiculous non-times new roman-font. in case i manage to really lose it this time, here is what it contains:
a) my giant SPEEDO/nipple exhibit experience.. and i don't mean that i have giant nipples, blegh silver dollar D's
b) zumba dancing
c) my underpantless commute to work... tribute to britney spears and lack of sense for packing overnight clothes
d) my awesome dress being in Vogue and Life&Style (clearly i am more excited about one over the other)
..tres NON-EXCITED that some broad had it on at some dude's wedding.. (although it was the PERFECT timing for my "yea she has my dress.... IN A BIGGER SIZE!"--joke/bit of truth)
but whatever, she can be cropped into the pending "who wore it best? erika wore it it best!" page i fully intend to put together.. with a different title, naturally.
e) the mad cow case of birthday blues i havehadhave
f) my very first investment in a music-less CD
g) how much i want to kiss a sea lion in the Galapagos
writing a list out is nearly as exhausting as doing things or writing the whole story. i either totally killed the punch-line or have created a cliff-hanger...
either way, i'm tired, and it's officially time to watch the Tudors on demand!
Monday, July 16, 2007
like the time i twisted my cankle...
so i'm one of those super nerds who has never really been in denial and i have no qualms confessing that i, super nerd, made a list of things i totally need to blogify. however, my fatass left the list upstairs, and will blogify today's events instead.. for now. can you tell i really really really miss my computer/internet/web-freedomosity? ugh.
i had the genius idea to wear my heels into work today instead of my flip-flops... mostly because my long pants didn't quite go with my short legs and flat shoes and i was hoping not to bust my ass on my pant leg before 8 am. so there i went, clicking and smacking my heels on the tile-ish floor, trying to make it across the building and up 5 flights of stairs within 3 minutes, when out of no where, my left heel gave, slightly. i seriously thought "wow, that would have sucked, i could have been out one cankle," and then suddenly, without warning or reason or any form of "cuidado! piso mojado!" bullshit, my right heel completely wigs out and i'm suddenly naomi campbell on vivienne westwood's catwalk! (less the whole "raging-bitch" part) anyways, i have those "almost-falls" often enough to know how to catch myself, but it was still tres embarassing and enough for me to blurt out a hearty "SHIT!" at the pentagon. i know this would have been a much better story if i had actually gone down and some marine had to scoop me up, but i can't help it if i'm too agile and lacking in the damsel in distress department...
i keep wanting to bring my camera (you know, the one i don't really have) to work just so i can take pictures of the silent-peace-protesters who stand outside. i mean, they just stand their with their hippie signs while everyone walks in to work and i really want to get a snapshot! there's this asian man who wears one of those asian toga things and i promise you, he is Buddha reincarnated, and he just stands there with his tambourine and bald head and plays a little beat while i hop into work. talk about a kodak moment! i wonder how much shit i can get in to for taking pictures... of the Buddha tambourine man? maybe it's not a tambourine, because i'm pretty sure he hits it with a stick.. but you know, whatever, Buddha tambourine man sounds too tres-beyond-rad to stop saying.
i had the genius idea to wear my heels into work today instead of my flip-flops... mostly because my long pants didn't quite go with my short legs and flat shoes and i was hoping not to bust my ass on my pant leg before 8 am. so there i went, clicking and smacking my heels on the tile-ish floor, trying to make it across the building and up 5 flights of stairs within 3 minutes, when out of no where, my left heel gave, slightly. i seriously thought "wow, that would have sucked, i could have been out one cankle," and then suddenly, without warning or reason or any form of "cuidado! piso mojado!" bullshit, my right heel completely wigs out and i'm suddenly naomi campbell on vivienne westwood's catwalk! (less the whole "raging-bitch" part) anyways, i have those "almost-falls" often enough to know how to catch myself, but it was still tres embarassing and enough for me to blurt out a hearty "SHIT!" at the pentagon. i know this would have been a much better story if i had actually gone down and some marine had to scoop me up, but i can't help it if i'm too agile and lacking in the damsel in distress department...
i keep wanting to bring my camera (you know, the one i don't really have) to work just so i can take pictures of the silent-peace-protesters who stand outside. i mean, they just stand their with their hippie signs while everyone walks in to work and i really want to get a snapshot! there's this asian man who wears one of those asian toga things and i promise you, he is Buddha reincarnated, and he just stands there with his tambourine and bald head and plays a little beat while i hop into work. talk about a kodak moment! i wonder how much shit i can get in to for taking pictures... of the Buddha tambourine man? maybe it's not a tambourine, because i'm pretty sure he hits it with a stick.. but you know, whatever, Buddha tambourine man sounds too tres-beyond-rad to stop saying.
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