I just remembered how much I loooove the three-episode Zach Galifianakis video interview series called "Between Two Ferns." It's the kind of comedy that M would describe as "eeeeeh, AWKWARD" (while tugging at the collar of her shirt), and it cracks my shit up. The whole dang set below:
I am experiencing both tremendous pride and guilt over a weekend purchase, and I feel the need to share. Congrats: You are all members of my support group, whether you likes it or not. If you recall (oh dear god, and hopefully you aren't wasting brain storage space on this), I have been obsessing over a pair of G.D. shoes for the last, oh, nine months. I was added to a list at my favorite, frustratingly amazing store, Opening Ceremony, to be notified when said shoes arrived, and on Fri. I got the call. Because I am insane (and have a supportive bf who agreed to be my date to after-work shopping outing), I went to the store, fell in love, got one of the last two pairs (yes, New York, it's totally normal that ridic shoes like this sell out in a matter of hours), and became poor in a matter of minutes. Ta da!!! But—whenever I'm not looking at my Chase balance—I'm happy. Because I officially own these:
Oh, and I called the bf "supportive" in error because he then agreed to take photos of me wearing my new purchase, which makes him "horrifyingly supportive." The photo does not do justice to their fringed, open-toed, s&m-heeled, black leather awesomeness (ahhhhh!!), but it demonstrates my unbridled enthusiasm.
The fun never stops, you guys. Levi Johnston's mommy has been charged with six felony counts re: a controlled substance (translation: she likely was making drugs or transporting 'em). Thanks, Anchorage Daily News.. Oh, and Bristol's due Saturday! Whee!
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
