i didn't buy that, i stole it from you.

1) Sometimes I like to think that I am the most thoughtful of all my friends. Of course, this isn't always true... but mostly it is. Like how it was my one friend's birthday on Saturday, and I was the only one who thought to bring anything for her. AND what I brought were 6 cupcakes. It made the others look lamesville and like bad friends. Score one for me.

2) In defense of American Apparel. Do I hate the ads as much as the next guy? Yes. Do I think the prices might be a little unreasonable? Sometimes. But here's where I go and tell you what I like about their stuff. It's plain, and it fits well. I'm usually fairly minimalist when it comes to clothing (well... maybe not all of the time, but I normally prefer a simple graphic, solid colors, and non-weird structure), and I find that too many stores sell lots of unflattering crap with sizing that's really off. At least with AA stuff I know exactly what I'm getting. Hell, I don't even have to try anything on.

3) Sooooo... it seems that when I went on a small rant about wanting people to call me instead of texting, people took it seriously. But the kind of seriously where I think they got offended. Long story short, I haven't received a text message in well over a month.

4) I'm really scared to go into Jersey City to buy an Oilers jersey.

5) On the weekend, these girls were talking about some kind of Christmas Market that they went to, and getting all excited about it. Really? Christmas Market? Ugh. You guys, I just really don't understand what all the fuss is about. To me, Christmas is just a time of year where we make time to spend with family and friends. And get fat because everybody bakes a million cookies. That's it. Outside of that, to me it's just a money waster, and I'd rather save up my bucks for a sweet, sweet trip to Europe next year sometime.

6) I STILL haven't bought a snowboard. Maybe someone would just like to give me one. All I need is the actual board... I already have the bindings and even a helmet.

7) To all you shitty drivers out there, I would suggest actually mapping out where you have to get to BEFORE getting into the car INSTEAD of looking at the self-installed GPS on your dashboard that causes you to try and change lanes without looking, and almost smash into me while doing so. Oh, right... you probably don't know how to read a map either... so never mind. Just don't drive anywhere, okay?

8) I guess there IS no 8).

crew bar, crowbar.

My boyfriend bought me a space heater for my office. I know... now I don't have freezing cold everything from the fact that my office is the corner one in a concrete building built in (I'm assuming here) the 60s. He bought me a sapce heater last year too, but that was for my little divey apartment at the time, where the heating was so bad that I had it cranked all day long, and when I'd come home there was still ice all over everything, and the dog was frozen solid in the corner. KIDDING. But it WAS pretty bad.

How often are you supposed to water plants? No wait... I know this one... it depends on the plant.

Okay, so you know how when you're a musician and you haven't played in awhile, and then you get together and play with some people and you're actually still really good, like to the point where you almost want to brag about it? Nah, maybe you don't know.

Those giant cans of ravioli at Walmart are going to be the death of me. I can feel it.

xo

don't drink the water.

So, did I ever tell you the story about how I spent 50,000,000 hours on airplanes and went to Mexico for one day? Well, I did. But I don't want to tell you that story. Instead, you should probably just look at this picture. It's the view from the balcony of my hotel room, at something stupid like 6:30 in the morning:



Nice, huh? Almost as nice as the hour I spent lying on the beach. It should have been more like an entire day, but I don't want to talk about that because it still makes me mad, and once I was actually away from Mexico City International Airport I wasn't mad anymore. Anyway.

Also, this year for my self birthday present, I've decided to get a tattoo. Yes, I already have one, but it's that same stupid one on my ankle I've had since I was 18 or 19, and I want a different one. I was going to let it be a surprise, but I guess not enough people read this sand it will be a surprise for them anyhow, so this is what I'm getting:




It only makes sense.

mr. president

In politics, as in life, every once in awhile people actually DO get it right.