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yikes, i just realized how much my last post sucked! it’s this funk i’m in, the “when will winter ever be over” funk, well that and some major family drama, but hey what would a family be without drama, riiightt?

soooo, i thought it time to blog about happy things! as we know, i love all things pink. seriously. while shopping i can look at something, think it’s totally ugly, see it in pink and instantly fall in love. it’s true, it happens constantly. someday i will post pics of all my favorite pink things, until then i bring you my newest addition to my lovely collection of pink:
welcome home gals, a home where you will be loved and cherished above all others, simply because you’re pink!

I dreamed about killing you again last night. And it felt alright to me. Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies. I sat and watched you bleed. Buried you alive in a fireworks display. Raining down on me. You cold, hot blood ran away from me. To the sea…
there is only one person that frequents my dreams in such matter (you know who you are). i think it’s time to shelf the sopranos, as i refuse to stop listening to wilco.

i helped midge register for her wedding gifts yesterday, since her finance had to work. wedding guests beware, we got a little crazy with the scanner gun (e.g., truffles and perfume). the idea behind the scanner gun, makes sense, bored fiancee–give him a gun and he is more than entertained. however, sometimes the future groom isn’t in attendance and the best galpal is. when this happens, i think there should be the best friend scanner gun, something pink and sparkling would be lovely.

after registering for all those great presents, i’ll be the first in line to substitute for the groom on the actual day. let this serve as public record– if ryan is nowhere to be found on the big day, check the closet, he may or may not be tied up there. damn it, i really want that pink teapot!

the things that make you go hmm…

krissy and i were at hollywood video tonight, while paying for our rentals i couldn’t help but notice the membership filing cabinet. thankfully/sadly, my name wasn’t in that drawer.

i forgot my beloved ipod today, and was forced to listen to radio music. something i rarely do, when i turn on the radio it’s for the sole purpose of npr. i was surprised to hear not one, but two pearl jam songs in a thirty minutes.

i didn’t realize 1994 was back. i rushed home, looked in my closet for a flannel plaid shirt. whew, nothing. the 90’s aren’t back, thank god. baggy jeans, grungy plaid, butterfly clips, back-pack purses, doc martens, and pearl jam are long gone. if it’s all the same to you, let’s keep it that way.

at any rate, dj’s please just stop….

despite how offensive and stereotypical these are towards women, i absolutely love ‘em! and that’s the bloody point right?

(squish squish) need it, want it, have to have it.

it’s time to revamp my male friends. the current ones are so last season. i need someone new and exciting. my new friend(s) will need to have the following:

-hbo

-patience, lots and lots of it

-dog friendly

-excellent chauffeuring skills

-willing to sit through independent film, but also willing to be the blockbuster scapegoat (sometimes a girl needs a popular movie without taking the indie-shame)

-needs to have oodles of books laying around for me to “borrow”

-has the attention span to sit with me for hours at sbux

-can magically fix my laundry situation

-excellent wine selection

**apply within, only serious need apply.

things not to buy in bulk:

dry ice
baking soda
red devil lye

apparently, this instantly makes you a baking bomber meth addict in the eyes of your local grocer, but to me it’s just another day at the office.

tim, king of the fish, met jb and i for lunch today. we took him to our favorite sandwich spot, where he made a huge mistake, the mistake of admitting to being a newbie. he was immediately shunned, not given soup samples (gasp), and let’s face it lunch just isn’t lunch without the soup shots. our own soup nazi, clad in a police ball cap and “property of ESPN football” shirt, wouldn’t let poor tim choose his own sandwich. whether it was that the turkey du jour wasn’t quite selling or it really was a good sandwich…either way that’s what tim was getting with or without a fight. there is something about everyday citizens wearing police hats that stops you dead in your tracks. you suddenly take the “no soup for you” quote seriously, very very seriously.

also, it was there that i realized how desperate housewives is ruining america–fashionable sweatpants. ohhh, the irony!

the only time i don a pearl snap shirt is for the occasional motherhips concert. so when i was invited to a country western theme party this weekend i couldn’t help but cringe.

growing up in the country, all my energy was focused on leaving the country unaffected (e.g. joining the republican party and owning cowboy boots). to this day i credit the nine inch nails. while everyone was listening to garth brooks, i was worshiping trent reznor.

sorry dad and alex, but no wide open spaces for me, a girl’s gotta stick to her guns!