June 2009
26 posts
My bud's blog getting major coverage from the... →
Slept Away on CosmoGIRL.com! →
I’m off to New York tomorrow for the Slept Away reading and signing on Thursday. In case you need a reminder:
July 2nd, 2009, 7:00 pm Borders Columbus Circle 10 Columbus Circle New York, NY 10019
Be there or…don’t be there, I guess. But know that I’d much rather you be there.
After NY, I’ll be spending the weekend in Long Beach Island, which apparently...
Per my scale, I have gained .5 pounds since yesterday. I am incredibly congested this morning and have decided to attribute the weight gain to an increase in snot, not actual weight. Does this make sense? Probably not. Does this make me feel better? Heck yes.
NOOOOOoooo!
Man, I am so upset by the Gosselin divorce. If a naggy, overbearing, compulsively neat blonde and her inarticulate, pierced ear, hair-transplanted husband can’t make it, then what hope do I have?
And didn’t this divorce happen pretty quickly? Granted, my timeline is a little skewed as I watched all of season four in one afternoon, but still. Shouldn’t they be miserable and...
The wedding was all kinds of fabulous. Lauren looked gorgeous, the party was so fun, and I’ve never seen a couple that looked happier on their wedding day. But, I think that the most impressive part of my entire week as maid of honor was that I managed to put off dropping a plate of mini-desserts down the front of my dress until after my speech. Hazah!
Look at me! I wrote an article for the Washington... →
My best friend Lauren is getting married next weekend and I’m the maid of honor. The bridesmaid dress is a strappy number, so I’ve started running in tank tops in an effort to even out my Africa t-shirt tan. I’m considering this an early wedding gift not only to Lauren and Simon, but to everyone at the wedding who might have had to look directly at my pasty shoulders. And I...
Another sign: I still need to stand on chairs to access most of the expensive and sharp things in this house.
Sign I’m not as mature/responsible/good at living life as my rapidly developing crows feet may lead you to believe: Tried to iron a dress this weekend, scorched it in several places, went back to store and bought the same exact dress again.
Lesson learned: Unwrinkled clothes aren’t for everybody.
Slept Away on Seventeen.com. Whoot! →
Here are some things that happened yesterday:
Spent forty-five seconds staring at the word “genually” wondering why my spellcheck was highlighting it. I was trying to spell “genuinely.”
Tried to get into the gym with my Metro Card, again.
While waiting for a friend at a bar, pulled my wallet out of my purse to buy a drink, and an old 3 Musketeers Bar wrapper fell...
Crisis alert! I’ve run out of under-eye concealer. I already have an order into Sephora.com and a new tube should be arriving in two to five days. As if that alone weren’t enough drama for one month, there’s more: I have my first reading for Slept Away on Sunday and there’s a chance the new tube of concealer won’t arrive in time. I’m imagining asking for questions...
New self diagnosis: I am allergic to mangoes. I’m going by the weird rash on my chin and chappy feeling my lips got recently after eating a mango for lunch and another one for snack. (Don’t raise your eyebrows at that. Binge eating fruit doesn’t count. I refuse to feel any shame about this.) I’m pretty bummed because I love mangoes and they’ve recently been on a two for three dollars sale at...
I’ve taken to replying “Just quit. Working for yourself is all kinds of awesome. Re-seize Mondays!” whenever my friends come to me with work issues or needing office advice.
My prediction: That my employed friends are going to de-friend me in five, four, three…