the booty bible.

See. We used to be good at this. One of us would post, the other would respond, etc. 

Then we failed. 

The bff fluffy and I started a tradition last winter when I lived in DC. We came to the conclusion that we needed better ways to communicate than  the occasional email chain justifying indulgent purchases. Neither of us are much for 3 hour phone calls and even though we both have video ichat I think it could get really weird really fast (especially since she has the devil cat wandering around her house) so I would text the letters 'aim?' to her and within minutes she'd be online.  

Yes. Our aim booty call was more than just figurative. 

Somewhere along the way we took the booty calling for granted. I started a tumblr that is thankfully becoming more popular by the day and fluffy started working 20 hour weeks and becoming a slave to 16 year old asian boys...which we both wish was actually more exciting than it sounds. However I think we need to get back on this ASAP. I need love letters to show my grandchildren, and if my aim booty call wont post electronic love letters on a shared blog for me who will? 

milk carton

I've gone missing lately. forgive me. 

Things that have happened in the past few weeks:

1. epic going away party. I forgot my id and had to sneak into a club. I'm 22. 

2. I moved out of my apt. I cried. The end. 

3. Weekend trip to NYC for orientation. Model as the Muse exhibit at The Met = legit. Walking right onto the set of Gossip Girl = more legit. Also, did you know you can build your own muppet at FAO Schwarz? 

4. Newport for beach house fun. We went to a bar. There was a baby there. Even more disturbing? The child knew all the words to lollipop. 

We still got carded. 

epic fail.

i need to get back on this. in due time.

in other news, 500 days of summer = well worth a movie ticket. still deciding how much i want to cry my eyes out to watch time traveler's wife.

simple equations

FASHEMATICS: The only math my dissipated left brain can handle (other than making meager attempts at deciphering happy hour bills).

D2U2

the bff and i have patented the following acronym: d2u2--- meaning dull, dim, and utterly unworthy. we've sadly had our fair share of encounters with these characters, and the madness needs to stop. no, really. 

in an effort to fix this (and feed into our idealistically impossible high standards) we've come up with the following quiz. answer at your own risk.

ARE YOU WORTHY:

1. what is a sonnet?

2. fill in the blank: catcher in the ___

3. who is not a real housewife; the countess, bethenny, virginia woolf? 

4. who is the host of jeopardy?

5. pick two: 'your/you're going to have to wait for me over they're/there/their.'

if you can't answer any/all of these correctly you are most definitely unworthy. you really have no reason to live. 

poorhouse

Third pair of designer shoes in two weeks. 

At least they were on sale? 

Uncomfortably familiar

...although college was about a month and a half ago, so it might not be totally dire yet. (via)