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)

b-f-f

Ever since Will&Grace made it socially acceptable to have a gay man in your pocket at all times I've wanted one. It's true. Someone to curse carbs and drag my ass to spin, someone who will tell me it's okay to spend $500 or more on shoes and someone who'll have no problem telling me that no matter how hard I try I'll never pull off green.

Instead of wonder gay husband I got Dusty. He claims that the gay was beaten out of him when he was 4, but some of the more convincing traits remain. Appreciation for good food, art, and the ability to spend 6 hours with 5 girls watching She's The Man and eating ice cream cake. No, really. 

The thing about Dusty is that he's involved in the struggle. Not the struggle to survive, make ends meat or make it through each day but the struggle to be a hipster. No matter what he does his hair isn't quite dishevelled enough, his t-shirts don't have the right amount of irony and since he's half giant, half boy the skinny leg colored pants just look like man-pris on him. 

And that's where the story begins.