i can have it all, now i'm dancing for my life...!
you know what really makes me giggle? hearing who people think i look like. today, for the very first time, it was "the girl from flashdance." so you can imagine how stoked that got me! i ran home and threw on my legwarmers and tights and did some ballerina break dancing in the basement with my welding mask on, duh. the only true maybe resemblance i see is the big hair.. damn, why wasn't i born sooner? i could have been an icon of the 80's.
went to auld sheebeen's for the first time tonight.. still can't spell it.. working on saying it right. totally psyched to flash my "i'm seriously 21" ID.. but no one asked! what the hell and why didn't i know this sooner? i did, however, have a lovely time hanging out with marco & company.. super bummed that he's moving away.. seriously seriously bummed. if only miami was a roadtrip away!
on a brighter note, i am the proud new owner of a canon cam! woo!
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
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.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
...and her thighs weren't too far behind
sometimes when i get beyond the realm of the normy boredomness i start to play with my flip-phone like some tarty high school girl at glory days. and here is the result of my post-work, pre-ride-home, sweat ass because it was 90some degrees outside trail of thoughts....
"i beg you... do not let me be that woman at 5 o'clock running about town in pantyhose and Nike's. in fact, don't even let me be the woman in hose unless it's 2 degrees outside and i'm walking a few hundred miles outdoors sans long johns or an ounce of taste. a fucking some-kind-of-bug just bit me on the foot. maybe hose aren't the worst idea ever if they could possibly prevent bug-bites. blog on a bench on a text to absolutely no one. fab. i crave argentinian ice cream from some spot in gtown that i researched while restaurant shopping at work. must go.
i "sauntered" into the bathroom today in honor of the day (national sauntering day, said the man on the radio.. you have to believe it when it's one of those news/traffic/weather channels, they seem to know their shit) and was overwhelmed by vanilla scent. oh memories of middle school when the fad was orange everything and chubby preteen girls reeked of vanilla "body splash" from the mecca of reeking, bath and body works. i take that back, i love bath and body works, but i hate smelling like a pastry.
it's hot as balls outside. i know this because....
A) i am outside
B) i get around a bit (...only joking, but it seemed like the clever thing to say)
if you need a visual, i was sitting at one of those bus-stop booths waiting for my dad to pick me up while typing all this on my cellular.. when out of nowhere this woman in tight green sweatpants starts to jay-walk-panic-run across the street. you know how some people dress like they work out, but really don't lift much more than a fork? exactly. i had no idea just how tight her pants were or how many forks she'd lifted until i looked twice and realized her outer thigh rolls were quaking behind her with every pounding step. blegh, i shudder and shit myself scarred at the memory. i've given up forks starting tomorrow."
auf wiedersehen, goodbye.
"i beg you... do not let me be that woman at 5 o'clock running about town in pantyhose and Nike's. in fact, don't even let me be the woman in hose unless it's 2 degrees outside and i'm walking a few hundred miles outdoors sans long johns or an ounce of taste. a fucking some-kind-of-bug just bit me on the foot. maybe hose aren't the worst idea ever if they could possibly prevent bug-bites. blog on a bench on a text to absolutely no one. fab. i crave argentinian ice cream from some spot in gtown that i researched while restaurant shopping at work. must go.
i "sauntered" into the bathroom today in honor of the day (national sauntering day, said the man on the radio.. you have to believe it when it's one of those news/traffic/weather channels, they seem to know their shit) and was overwhelmed by vanilla scent. oh memories of middle school when the fad was orange everything and chubby preteen girls reeked of vanilla "body splash" from the mecca of reeking, bath and body works. i take that back, i love bath and body works, but i hate smelling like a pastry.
it's hot as balls outside. i know this because....
A) i am outside
B) i get around a bit (...only joking, but it seemed like the clever thing to say)
if you need a visual, i was sitting at one of those bus-stop booths waiting for my dad to pick me up while typing all this on my cellular.. when out of nowhere this woman in tight green sweatpants starts to jay-walk-panic-run across the street. you know how some people dress like they work out, but really don't lift much more than a fork? exactly. i had no idea just how tight her pants were or how many forks she'd lifted until i looked twice and realized her outer thigh rolls were quaking behind her with every pounding step. blegh, i shudder and shit myself scarred at the memory. i've given up forks starting tomorrow."
auf wiedersehen, goodbye.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
standing in my bare feet
weekends are automatic shoe-boycotting-days. i meant to step out and buy black polish or some other shade of something not pink or peach and typically me, sadly i didn't and will continue to have nude nails for a few more days. i honestly actually don't like to wear polish, but i figured i might as well, for really no reason except that's the girl-thing to do and i am, after all, a lady. not that that isn't an obvious fact or something. i also meant to straighten my hair. i'm full of intent and lacking on action. i'm sure even my to-do lists that are circa 2004 are still incomplete. i have serious ADD when it comes to errands.
i've been avoiding the victorias secret website for a couple of days now... my amex bill is already going to kick me on both sides of my tush. i should be buying "grown-up" clothes so i can't completely justify buying more sweat pants and P!NK sports bra's. seriously, i can shop at one of the sexiest stores in the world and come out buying nothing but sweat pants and sports bra's. it's a skill of some sort, i'm sure. it's like, i have so much cutesy underwear already that there is no need for more since a lot of it hasn't even been put to a test. that's besides the point. but really, if you're buying underthings just to get naked with some dude who's ultimate goal for the evening is to get you out of your underthings, whats really the point? if the boy wants to get you in your nuddy pants, you're underwear isn't really going to be a deal-breaker of any sort unless it's saggy, white and up to your ribs. and now that i seem like a tart, i will babble on about something else.
the E! channel has been giving me a guilt trip all weekend by playing "25 best swimsuit moments" and "101 sexiest bodies" all damn weekend back to back. i'm signing up for "fit to win" on monday for motivation's sake and because they will test all my fattyness and health stuff which is something i've been meaning to do for a while. i don't eat crap or grease or fried crap so i'm nearly certain my insides are fine, but you really never know.
time for a bed... i must prepare for another 5 days of walking in stilts.
i've been avoiding the victorias secret website for a couple of days now... my amex bill is already going to kick me on both sides of my tush. i should be buying "grown-up" clothes so i can't completely justify buying more sweat pants and P!NK sports bra's. seriously, i can shop at one of the sexiest stores in the world and come out buying nothing but sweat pants and sports bra's. it's a skill of some sort, i'm sure. it's like, i have so much cutesy underwear already that there is no need for more since a lot of it hasn't even been put to a test. that's besides the point. but really, if you're buying underthings just to get naked with some dude who's ultimate goal for the evening is to get you out of your underthings, whats really the point? if the boy wants to get you in your nuddy pants, you're underwear isn't really going to be a deal-breaker of any sort unless it's saggy, white and up to your ribs. and now that i seem like a tart, i will babble on about something else.
the E! channel has been giving me a guilt trip all weekend by playing "25 best swimsuit moments" and "101 sexiest bodies" all damn weekend back to back. i'm signing up for "fit to win" on monday for motivation's sake and because they will test all my fattyness and health stuff which is something i've been meaning to do for a while. i don't eat crap or grease or fried crap so i'm nearly certain my insides are fine, but you really never know.
time for a bed... i must prepare for another 5 days of walking in stilts.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
goodnight, moon
my cat went MIA again. she knows i know her hiding spot so now i can't find her and i'm too chicken shit to walk around the entire house because there are dark spots and i'm a bit of a punk when it comes to dark spots. dammit. there's at least 3 other cats around here and i don't know if she's off playing with them or battling them. hopefully neither or option A. last time she did this, i woke up at 4 am hearing animal houls, freaked out, woke up like the whole house and raced outside only so she could wander in like nothing was going on. i love the little yellow-eyed furry ball... so i guess i'll have to stay up a while longer and wait.
i played grown-up all day so i'm super tired. it's finally time to take these silly contacts out, watch some E! channel and veg out in my PINK sweats. cheers.
i played grown-up all day so i'm super tired. it's finally time to take these silly contacts out, watch some E! channel and veg out in my PINK sweats. cheers.
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