schmolin schmarrell
[miami] what's that? i can't hear you above all the greasy.
blah blah blah drugs blah blah blah money blah blah blah drugs blah blah blah money blah blah blah drugs blah blah blah money blah blah blah drugs blah blah blah money SEX! blah blah blah drugs blah blah blah money blah blah blah drugs blah blah blah money blah blah blah drugs blah blah blah money blah blah blah drugs blah blah blah money
that's the unabridged version of the movie. the cinematography was pretty decent but the dialogue was choppy and the actors were so mumbly that i was confused for a good part of the film. the only redeeming part of the experience were the bears. gummi bears, that is.
[haribo] yum
rock out with your caulk out
the judes and i are bonafide contractors. minus the calloused hands and penchant for tools that require engines. over the course of the weekend we were able to install carpet, lay down kitchen tiles, caulk the bathtub and paint two rooms. yeah. we rock.
tdo and brian, you guys owe us big time.
aahhh. screwdrivers.
cupcakes, for better or worse
meet max.
max will be helping me perfect my cupcake recipes.
now i just need a taste-tester.
c-e-no thanks
in an effort to feel better about my stellar professional standing of "go out in the 100 degree heat and while you're at it, bring me back a handful melting asphalt and a cup of coffee," i came across a forbes listing of
ceo's under 35. i'm particularly smiling at the pictures, which make every single one of them look at least 48, with astronomical monthly alimony payments to his 2 cheating ex-wives and their lover's babies, who, they swear, look just like their nerdy daddy. so cheers to you, under 35 ceo guys. i'm loving my excel-monkey job just a little more today.
egg-cellent
apparently the geniuses over at cbs (read: estranged sibling company) are taking advertising to your dangerously high cholesterol level.
check this nyt article out . and stay tuned for nbc to counter with their new fall lineup magically appearing in the water whenever you flush your toilet.
(whatever. you know you look.)
the devil wears
[chanel] jeaunitard - n. fifty percent jeans, one hundred percent tard.
this is chanel... on crack. seriously, even the model, who is paid not to think, is thinking, "i have a raging and quite unforgiving stone-washed wedgie. oh great. something just shat on my head. fanfrickintastic. i need a cigarette."
ok so they're actually thigh-really-high denim boots and sleeves. this is probably the ugliest chanel line i've ever seen. since when did couture become so low brow?
[dior] scary spice has some competition
um, yikes? i don't even. have. words. did they even have to get models for this or just skinny people who just so happen to know how to walk? i do like
this, however, in a two-faced, cher concert kind of way.
[lacroix] what can brown do for you?
whew... much better. and the other outfits in this show sport this
detailed tights/shoe thing that i totally dig.
[saab] like the car, but better
[saab] that might very well be my wedding dress. or
this one. rawr.
[armani prive] it's all about the hat
update: boo. all the picture links are severed. damn you selfish proprietary fashion bastards! no wait, i still love you. don't hate me.
mia
back in the saddle again.
a few highlights of the past (totally awesome) week...
gmat.
promotion.
cupcakes.
madonna.
fireworks.
kitchenaid artisan 5 qt. stand mixer in empire red.
hell yes.
