Showing posts with label Everything else. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Everything else. Show all posts

On the Radar: Hey Cupcake, Meet Vodka

Okay my Luxe Loves, brace yourself.  This is probably the most epic news I'll have all day for you.  In a marriage made in heaven, Cupcake Vineyards presents, the cupcake flavored vodka.


The brilliant flavor pairing is brought to you by Adam Richardson, head winemaker at Cupcake Vineyards and Doug Frost, Master Sommelier.   The two boast of the unique creation process that includes all natural flavors, distilling six times over, and charcoal filtering which they claim to be the key to capturing the rich and creamy undertones. 

Salivating yet?  Well hold your Pradas, ladies because Cupcake Vodka, which comes in Original, Frosting, Devil's Food, and Chiffon flavors, is still in its early distribution phases.  In the meantime, you can try more traditional flavored wines by Cupcake Vineyards through Underdog Wine Merchants.

At the end of the day a vodka is only as good as it tastes and while that's still up for debate, the super cute name sure does leave us eager for a sample.


Seen and Heard: Show Stoppers at the New York International Auto Show



About two weekends ago I had the pleasure of attending the annual NY International Auto Show held at the Jacob Javitz Center way out on the West Side.  After trooping the three longest blocks in Manhattan from the nearest train station we were greeted to short entry lines, collective oo's and ah's and miles of automobile eye candy.  While some of the cars were off limits the majority of the show was photo-op central.  I'm not going to lie, I was a little hesitant to attend since while I can appreciate a good looking car, I wouldn't call myself an avid fan.  But I quickly found myself losing track of the time being consistently distracted by a completely mirrored car here, or a sick concept car there.  Below are some snapshots of the standouts of the event as photographed by this guy that I sleep with. XD   Check out the sleek Lexus concept LFGH which has no side view mirrors or door handles!

While the show is over for now, it is an annual event.  Visit autoshowny.com for more info!





And So Yeah, That Happened: Rutgersfest Is No More

You just can't give some people free shit, I tell you.


Rutgersfest, NJ's Rutgers University's annual music festival has officially been canceled indefinitely.  After a more rowdy than normal event this year Richard McCormick, president of Rutgers University, sent out a school-wide email earlier today disclosing that the event had to come to an end because it has become far too dangerous.
"The safety of our university community, and that of our neighbors, is paramount, and we cannot risk further danger or the possible loss of life. The problems that occur following Rutgersfest have grown beyond our capacity to manage them, and the only responsible course of action is to cancel the event," McCormick wrote.
Well damn.  Sad faces all around.  As someone who grew up right around the corner from Rutgers' main campus in New Brunswick, NJ and has had dozens of friends attend the school, this is some of the worst news I've heard all day. Rutgersfest, which attracts about 40,000+ attendants yearly, is something just about everyone in the community looks forward to every year.  The headliners are always quality acts (previous performers include The Roots, NERD, Motion City Soundtrack), the timing is great (the festival is always towards the end of the school year), and it is completely free to attend.  Free!

But herein lies the problem.  As disappointed as I was to hear the news I can't say I was surprised; every year Rutgersfest plays with fire.  The whole thing is a recipe for disaster.  Not only is the event free but anyone can attend.  The concert attracts people from all over and all walks of life; college students, alumni, guests, even high school students.  And those who have experienced Rutgersfest know that the entire day is treated as an all day, opt-in riot.  Drinking starts at 9 AM, jello shots are considered breakfast, and the night is not over unless you've gotten caught up in a fight and have fallen asleep fully clothed on a stranger's couch.  It's the stuff that college dreams are made of.

With the day becoming increasingly violent as the years have passed, Rutgersfest was due for a cancellation.  But I also have no doubt that it will be back eventually.  Colleges around the country have annual concerts all the time; it's not the concert that's the problem.  It's the uncontrollable crowds that roam the streets afterwards.  Rutgers University's Public Safety team and New Brunswick's Police Department need to take a crash course in crowd control because it's their lax enforcement that allows the problems to arise to begin with.  To be perfectly honest, a regular Friday night on the streets of New Brunswick are alarmingly rowdy as it is.   Add tens of thousands of additional people to the mix and there are going to be some problems.  So until the aforementioned teams can step their game up there will always be the danger of groups of kids eager to let out some steam and start some trouble.  






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On the Radar: The Flip Video Faces Extinction

It's every shopper's second most dreaded word in the world of commerce (the first being "back-ordered", duh), discontinued.  Cisco's cool little device, the Flip Video, is set to be discontinued after just two years on the market.  The slim and user friendly device that boasts specs such as HD 720p resolution capabilities and 8 GB of memory, just wasn't meeting Cisco's bottom line; the Flip has only sold approximately 2 million units since it's release.


With a flip out USB interface for fool proof uploading as its gimmick, it's understandable how the Flip Video flew on past the prototype phase.  But the audience just isn't there.  Think about it, who's really videotaping shit that often who isn't into the webcam thing or, you know, already owns a real camcorder?   Not to mention, while super cute, there just isn't anymore room for yet another device that does something that's already being covered by another gadget you own.  In a world where smartphones do just about everything short of filling in your chipped manicure, devices that only do one thing are almost laughable and nearly always disposable.  Plus, between my Blackberry, Nook e-Reader, Itouch, and Lumix camera, my faux-leather studded carry-all is no longer accepting entries for the stuff you will most likely not use today yet will carry anyway position.  No mas, papi, no mas.

IMHO, deading the Flip was a smart move for Cisco which is better known for their superior networking services (high tech routers and video conferencing, anyone?)  Anyway, if you can make room for another gadget you'll eventually have to troubleshoot (technology, man) expect some discounts on the Flip Video as retailers try to get rid of the stragglers hiding in the back stock room.  Consider this your heads up. And you're welcome.  ;)




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Sources: here && here

Rants and Raves: Blogspot Upgrades

Just days after I put poured my blood, sweat, and glitter Ke$ha style into creating a new layout, Blogger comes out with this doozy.



Wanna check out your blog's new view?  Provided it's a .blogspot just type in http://yourblognamehere.blogspot.com/view.  There are five sleek layouts to choose from.  Check mine out here.

Look at me now, ayeee!

Shoutout to Fashion by He for the heads up!

One more thing.

I have a Tumblr.  I like to call it my "photo diary" but I also put dumb shit I find on the internets.  And plug this blog.  A lot. 

Check it out.


Hiccups that kill, my new political party, and other ridiculous and BIG news. Fashionistas I have something for you, too!

I'M GOING TO DO IT Y'ALL.  

I'm going to finally write a new blog post.  And no Facebook, nap, or Keeping Up with the Kardashians marathon is going to stop me this time!!

Ahem.

So, is it just me or has there been a lot of epically weird people making the news recently?  And not like weird like your off beat cousin Joey weird, but weird like the kind of people who evoke a sorry-I-don't-have-any-change-and-no-sir-I-do-not-have-the-time response weird.  

Exhibit A.  Jennifer Mee, the girl who became famous by hiccuping for like 5 months straight, just extended her 15 minutes of fame by killing someone.  True story.  I mean, if that doesn't deserve an award for Excellence in Completely Random Shit, idk what does.   I was intrigued by this story because you would think someone with such an adorably fake chronic condition such as long term hiccups would be a precious Midwesterner with pigtails.  On the contrary, Mee was a frequent runaway growing up who had many run ins with the law AND IS NOW A MURDERER.  Huh.  And apparently she has Tourettes which I think is completely irrelavant to the case as I always thought that Tourettes cause random verbal outbursts, not random 1st degree murders.  But idk, I was only a Marketing major in college.

Exhibt B.  Jimmy McMillan.  Oh Jimmy.  Jimmy, Jimmy.  This guy is running for Governor of NY and he has one cause and one cause only.  Lowering the rent for the citizens of NYC.  No seriously, the rent is too damn high.  That is the name of his party.  And his website.  And all things from hence forth regarding him.  Why?  BECAUSE THE RENT IS TOO DAMN HIGH.  Ya'll don't even know.  Everything that has ever plagued humanity stems from the fact that the rent is too damn high.    

Did you click on that link?  Do it now.  I'll wait.  I meannnnnnnnnnnnn.  Who designed that web page for him and how did they manage to time travel back to '97?  There is every sort of graphic text known to man floating and glittering in a heap of unnecessary mess.  There are dancing skeletons, people.  And I bet that has nothing to do with Halloween.  Come December they will still be there doing their two frame running man.  I applaud McMillan for  speaking on a cause that is real; no matter how many West Village hole in the walls I rent I will never get over the fact that the average for a dumpy studio is $2400, however no one in their right minds would allow themselves to vote for this.  

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On a completely unrelated but totally cool note, I have HUGE news.  Lulus.com, that uber cute site chockful of great deals has blessed us with an even bigger deal.  From now until November 12th you can save 15% off your entire order with the exclusive code "LUXE"!  Seriously!  Stop by the site, pick out your faves, and enter the case sensitive code "LUXE" at check out and receive 15% off you order.  It's that's simple.  

Here are my personal faves from what's new on the site (because who gives a pair of Uggs what's old, right?) ;)




So, tell me!

Have you ever shopped Lulu*s before?  If not what are waiting for??

Bonus question
Would you rather be Jimmy McMillian's personal assistant
or
Share a jail cell with Jennifer Mee?  And oh yeah, she still has the hiccups.




Good luck with that,

Tee.



The one in which I attempt to give advice. Yeah, I know.

Chances are if you're reading this you are broke.  And I'm not trying to be mean (this time), I don't mean bag lady on the street poor.  I mean recent grad with an entry level job making just enough to pay your half of the rent and get smashed dinner about twice a week broke.  And if you think you're living in that situation and that you are, in fact, financial sound, then you're not sound in the head.  Word. 

Now that I have spiraled you that much further into your quarter life crisis funk, I'll get to the point.  I like to hoard money.  But ever since I joined the real world and started paying rent, my savings account has barely been showing signs of life.  And I'm wondering what I'm sure a lot of other people are wondering: How do I save money when I don't make any to begin with?  Well, I'm not financial adviser (I'm still not quite sure what a 401K REALLY is and IRAs always remind me of the NRA which are completely different subjects but would be kind of cool if they weren't) but I know what works for me.  And everyone knowssss my opinion is gold.  You're welcome.   And so I present: Ways to Save Money When You Don't Actually Make Any.

Ahem.

1. Change counts!: I cannot tell a lie, I was fronting on change for a while.  Its cumbersome, loud, and makes you feel like an 80 year old when you try to use it at the grocery check out.  But, and this is no news to some, it does add up.  If you're not a fan of physical change, sign up for one of those "Keep the Change" programs at your bank.  I saved about $50.00 in 3 months and I didn't even know I was enrolled.  Sneaky bastards.  If you don't mind a pocket full of coins go old school and get a piggy bank.  Break new bills instead of using change and empty your pockets every night.  Always get your change from the cashier even if it is only a nickle.  Save for months and don't dip in if you can help it.  Don't let your boyfriend think it's okay to just take a dollar in quarters to get a bagel because, hello, that's real money, my real money, and that's like almost like stealing and he will break that really cute candy dispenser you got from Dylan's Candy Bar and cleverly used as a piggy bank.  What? O_O

2. Take turns not loans: This one technically won't make your account fatter (aw) but it will make you happier financially.  I don't borrow money (my pride, ouch) and I don't loan money ('cause people ain't shit, no thanks) and you shouldn't either.  Let's face it, no one likes to owe money.  And, no offense to your homies, but if they're broke today they're going to be broke tomorrow.  And the next day.  The day after that?  Still broke.  Usually by the time you get  your money back you no longer needed it.  Additionally, it's not as if you were charging interest so that $40 is almost worth less to you now.  What my friends and I do instead, is take turns paying for things.  For example, if I'm running low on funds this week my friend might get my meal but next week I got her for the cover charge at a nightclub.  It's like a symbiotic relationship of sorts.  #geek.  It also attaches more value to the transaction because both people benefit.  The club is much more fun when everyone can get in.  Even the broke bitches.

3. Stop being extra.  The economy provides us with way too many options.  Srsly.  For a nominal fee, always "nominal", you can get some shit you don't need but sounds pretty impressive.  Do you really need a 3 year extended warranty on a camera you'll probably upgrade in 18 months?  Do you really need the Top 1500 Premium channels when you catch all your faves on Hulu?  Do you really need to supersize that meal??  Probably not ya fat ass.  But seriously, evaluate what you have vs what you need.  I tracked my cell phone data usage for three months and noticed I was consistently using less than 2 MB.  I changed my plan from "Unlimited" to "Data Plus" (I think) an now pay around $70 versus my usual $118.  Yeah, they were raping me, yo.

4. Snag those rewards.  I always used to associate rewards points with coupons in my head.  Like yeah, theoretically I can save money but I have to do extra work, right?  Yeah, no thanks.  But just today while in Subway a poster for their rewards program caught my eye.  After you earn a certain amount of points (a low amount at that) you can get a free sandwich.  A whole sandwich!  And I started to think, you mean I can earn free shit for doing the shit I already do?  Genius.  It just all makes sense.  I go to places like Duane Reade so much they should start paying me.  And essentially, that's what rewards programs do.  Get you a piece. 

Again, I'm no expert but I am a genius.  And if my lazy ass can get up and start saving, so can you.  :)

What are some ways that you save money?

In real life, blood suckers are just gross. Oh yeah, and creepy.

Guess where I'm writing to you from? ?? Oh alright, I'll tell you.  I'm writing this from home!  My apartment!  My tiny, Ikea furnished bedroom!  I have internet!  ::shakes booty::  So I took a quick break from performing illegal activities to write a post.  'Cause I care about y'all.  

But really, this is the post before the post (Jersey Shore reference.  Anyone?  Anyone?) because I really want to write about the awesome time I had in VA but I honestly can't remember all of it.  It was that kind of weekend.  SO, take this instead.  :)
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So I don’t know if you’ve heard but NYC has been taken over by bedbugs.  True story.  It’s like the number one searched term every other day.  People are freaking out, ya’ll.  Like Justin Beiber canceled one of his performances or something.


But I’m not understanding how this is really happening.  Like yes, I know, theoretically all one has to do is accidentally bring one of those suckers home.  One sketchy one night stand and you unknowingly tote one home via your hair or favorite J Crew sweater.  But then what?  Let’s conveniently assume that that resilient little critter makes it to your bed.  Then it feasts on you every other night until it dies of old age or you accidentally squash it in your sleep.  Infestation fail.


Or  maybe you unknowingly bring two home.  This I find harder to believe as I freak out if a random strand of hair brushes against me.  How someone can have two bedbugs hitch a ride home with them and never notice is beyond me.  But even if you do bring two home what are the chances that one is female and the other is male.  Seriously, what are the chances?  And that they actually like each other and mate?


Another possibility is that you accidentally bring home one pregnant bedbug.  And in that case you should just kill yourself because you are incredibly unlucky and would prob face your untimely demise via a freak accident anyway.


But as inconceivable as it seems, to me at least, the bugs are spreading like a curable, but not any less gross, STD in a value driven teen primetime drama.  So much so that the government is setting aside money to eradicate the problem.  Now, if the government is giving out money instead of figuring out another way to take it, you KNOW some shit is going down.  Basically, the world is about to end.  Bedbugs could like totally be the locusts of our time.  Hold on to your first born sons, folks. 

Because it's a really slow day today...

Yep, that's right.  You're getting two posts for the price of none (I can't believe I do this shit for free) since I'll be away this weekend and I know that you'll ::sings:: miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, goneeeee.  </drake lyric>



So I was browsing Yahoo's homepage this morning while inhaling my breakfast sandwich (nom nomz) when I came across this little tidbit.  If you're reading this in a reader and are opposed to ever clicking outside of those pretty two panes, here are the Spark Notes.  Taylor-Snooze Fest-Swift is upset that Kanye West keeps bringing up how he crashed the stage during last year's VMA's and suspects he's using and reusing that tale for publicity.  Um, ::insert bbm "uninterested" face here::

Oh Taylor.  Guess why Kanye and others keep bringing it up.  'CAUSE IT'S FUCKING FUNNY.  That was like the best thing that has ever happened to you.  Before I hated you because you were about as interesting as watching someone re-grout tile.  But now I simply dislike you because at least you helped create one of the funniest jokes of all time.  OF ALL TIME!  See??  I just effortlessly linked in Kanye's quote while dissing your lame ass and laughing.  That's how funny that shit still is. 

But the article gets even better.  Apparently, Kanye still feels so bad that he wrote her an apology letter.  Quoting: "I wrote a song for Taylor Swift that's so beautiful and I want her to have it. If she won't take it then I'll perform it for her."

O_O

What kind of creepy ass shit is that?  Wait, no, seriously.  The fuck?  I know while living in real, nondescript, society it feels like Hollywood is such a small world and everyone knows each other.  They really don't.  This would be the equivalent of some guy that accidentally cut you off in the EZ Pass lane finding you a year later at the grocery store and saying, "So, um, I wrote this poem for you..."  #sketchy

I mean, we all knew 'Ye was a nut but it doesn't make any of this less funny...

Really, guys?

Check my archives list.  I've only posted twice in the whole month of August.  Twice.  And not one of you has inquired as to why.  No, "zomg, what happened to you?" or "wth, are you alive?".  Where is the support, ya'll?

See the thing is, I'm poor.  Not poor like homeless, wait in line at the soup kitchen poor.  But poor like I live in NYC where you can never make enough money and thus I constantly have to make decisions like groceries for a week or dinner at my favorite restaurant?  Paying that parking ticket or getting a mani pedi?  Getting internet access for the crib or getting a gym membership for my ass?  If you chose choice B for all these, you would be me.  I mean have you seen my ass?? 

Long story short, I don't have internet at the homefront which is conveniently where I find all my inspiration.  ::sarcasm::  I do, however, have a ton of drafted blog posts saved to my laptop that I will one day post (at work.  shhhhhh!) when I finally decide to buy a new flash drive rather than the latest issue of Nylon and a bag of gummy bears.  When exactly that will be, I have no idea.  'Cause I fucking love gummy bears.

In the meantime, I have a plan.  I want my blog to be super fucking successful.  Like the Hannah Montana marketing department.  I want to have bitches on my dick like Obama.  And I've noticed that all the cool kids have a FAQ page on their blog.  So your mission, if you chose to accept it, is to ask me some motherfucking questions.  And I'll pretend I get asked that shit all the time, hence the term "frequently", answer them, and I will be one step closer the being the super sparkly princess of the blog world as I should be.  Choose wisely, bitches.

Seriously, leave some questions.  Bonus points for the ones that make me go, wtf. 


Your future favorite blogger,

Tee.


Slub V Neck Tee - wetseal.com
Tapeyarn Crotchet Circle Vest - ardenb.com
Miso Mini Pastel Floral Skirt - republic.co.uk
Caravelle leopard-print sandals - net-a-porter.com
Jane mixed bangle set - net-a-porter.com
Wings With Love Ring - topshop.com
Eiffel Tower Cluster Pendant Necklace - monsoon.co.uk


Man, I can't wait until I have hundreds of loyal followers where all I have to post is "have a good weekend, ya'll" and then get dozens of comments that are all "zomg this blog is the best!!!11".  That's the life.

In other news, shout out to the cab driver who told me I should be ashamed of myself for tipping him $1 for a $5.00 cab ride.  THAT'S A 20% TIP, JACKASS.  You should be ashamed of yourself for not knowing basic math.  Then again you are stuck driving a cab for a living.

Also?  Fuck you & your mom.

...Obviously I meant the cab driver not you guys.  I love you guys.  Who else would read this shit??


Later days,
Tee

WebMD. Birthing one hypochondriac at a time.

For as long as I can remember, I've always randomly gotten really bad sore throats.  Neck sensitivity is a Taurus thing.  Like stubbornness, and being loyal, and being all around awesome.  Seriously, look it up.  One of my earliest memories is of me crying my eyes out in pain further inflaming my throat and my father yelling at my mother because, WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING?  STOP THE CRYING!  ...Ah, childhood.

Sore throats, for me, also mean a cold is a'coming.  But if I OD on Vitamin C I can usually skip the worst of it. 

So when I got an epically bad sore throat last week it was less omg I'm dying! and more fuck this fucking shit again?  At some point it just became like cramps.  You know they're coming so strap in and man the fuck up.  I did, however, inform the boyfriend because sore throats are kinda contagious and he might actually care about his well being.  So it's beyond me how he was shocked when he started getting sick yesterday. 

Me: You're depressing me.  What's wrong?
Him: My throat is killing me.
Me: Oh you must have got it from me.  Mine just stopped hurting.
Him: YOU HAD A SORE THROAT?!*
Me: Yeah, I totally warned you about it.
Him.  Oh.  I forgot.

And so, as is customary when a guy gets sick, the world started coming to end.  All of a sudden his neck was stiff, his stomach hurt, he no longer had a reason for living, etc.  While I was musing on how this was about to be the longest, most intense case of the common cold in history, he sent me this gem of a BBM.  (That's a Blackberry Messenger message those who are not "with it".)

"I just found out I have STREP"

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And he wrote it just like that, y'all.  "Strep" in all caps like he just dropped a crazy bomb on me.  My thought process?  Who THE FUCK gave you strep throat?  'Cause it wasn't from me.  I've had strep before and this is not it.  Word.

I find out that his friends convinced him that he had strep so I went to the internets to prove him otherwise.  First stop, WebMD. 

Big fucking mistake.

I should have known.  Everyone says WebMD is full of shit only hypochondriacs want to hear.  I even just read a hilarious post about it here.  But I was all, I'm smart there's no way I can get hysterical over a silly website.  Oh yes, sweet baby Jesus, there is SO a way.

So I'm plugging in the first symptom "sore throat" and guess what the first result was?  Throat cancer.  Way to be fucking morbid WebMD. I mean wth!  After my minor freak out I kept plugging in the symptoms and sure enough the common cold finally came up as the first result.  So I was all, UH, WHAT, FUCK YEAH!  RIGHT AGAIN.  Like I just won a mini-game in Mario Party 7.  I'm a real trip sometimes.

Out of curiosity I scrolled down and looked up the other results.  And yeah, so what, strep throat was one of them.  But also it had some crazy shit that I've never heard of that, oh hi, results in death.  Death!  I can't WebMD, I can't do this with you.  Freaking out here.  WebMD JUST KILLED MY BOYFRIEND. 

It's such a shame.  He was kinda cute, too...

Moral of the story?  If you feel sick, go see someone with a degree.  They'll prob just give you a band-aid and prescription for generic penicillin but at least you won't give yourself a heart attack.

Also?  HI BOYFRIEND.  143!  Seriously, 143!


No longer freaking out,

Tee



*Imagine this being said in the same tone as someone would say, idk, YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH MY BROTHER?!  Mad accusatory, yo.

Casualties, the N-double A-CP, and SHOES!

I've noticed that random ass titles like that get the most views and comments.  Ya'll got some serious ADD.

Yesterday I almost got hit by a car.  Seriously.  The front bumper of a souped up Acura and my legs got real close.  Super tight.  Like we went back to the 1st grade or something.  I was crossing my street (because, hello, accidents only happen super close to your house.   This is the universe's way of embarrassing the shit out of you.) while I had the light when the Batmobile wanna-be whipped around trying to make a left turn.  I stood there and gave the driver my fiercest I am a pedestrian you must yield to me (!) look.  And then, AND THEN, this douchebag lurches forward and stops short as if to threaten me!  So I did what any conscious person would do; I banged on the driver's side window and gave him the finger while shouting all sorts of flowery explicatives. 

I mean really?  Hit me.  Do it, I dare you.  I will feign so many injuries you'll have to take out a second mortgage to pay me off.  Back pain, neck pain, emotional distress.  Also, my fetus.  I could've been pregnant.  I'm not, (::knocks feverishly on wood::) but I could've been!

In totally unrelated news, earlier today I was being nosy and browsing other people's monitors at work when I saw one of my co-workers looking at the NAACP website.  ...Cool but, he was white.  o_O  Is it racist that I'm giving him the side eye for that?  I mean, what could he possibly be looking for?  Verifying how much he's not oppressed?  Searching for scholarships he can't apply to?  I am just very curious.  I like to know where everyone's head is... at.  I hate ending sentences with a preposition.  But I'll lose my street cred if I don't.  Feel me?

In closing, I bought new shoes a few weeks ago.  #Kapow.  How badass am I, though?  Feel free to discuss in the comments.




Love you moreee,

Tee

Microbloggin'

** There should be a new punctuation mark created for when you want to put this "?!" but want to not look like a dramatic 14 year old.  But sometimes I really am shouting a question!  Or asking something angrily!  You know?!

**Did you know there's a difference between prison and jail?  'Cause there is.  ...You'll wanna steer clear of prison.

**I once convinced my sister you could sell children on Ebay.  She hasn't been the same since.

**Meet my new bffae.  HIIIIIII SARA.  

**I will write a real post one of these days.

**Thanks for sticking with me.


Love && rockets,
Tee.

to be completely consumed by it
to not have room to want anyone else
anything else
to be at the mercy of someone else
to think you know everything but still be surprised by
the hoarseness of an exclamation
the swiftness of a movement
the never wavering anticipation
to be half of the only warm thing in a cold room
heart racing while lying still
to match your breathing to that of another
inhale, exhale, sigh, inhale
to feel your body light up to the touch
lips on lips, skin on skin, skin on lips, lips on skin
to hold your mouth open and have it gently closed
to press your mouth close and have it gently parted
to spend an entire weekend indoors 
doing nothing but holding, touching, feeling
a warm hand cupped on a cheek
a rough palm against a lower back
a warm whisper gracing a collarbone
to look at him 
and see everything
you didn't even know you could see

I'm writing this at work and feeling slightly paranoid. Also, maybe a little edgy.


I'm sorry.

And I mean it.  I haven't meant an apology since I switched buddies in the fourth grade during our trip to the Statue of Liberty (and zomg!) Ellis Island because my old buddy wasn't cool enough.  That's how much you guys mean to me.  You're welcome.

But I've been super busy.  Like, busier than your mom on a good night.  With what, you ask?  Welllll I graduated college and started a new job.  ...Which is totally more time consuming than it sounds.  I couldn't tell you the last time I sat down and watched television.  I've been missing Glee for crying out loud.  And there was a Lady GaGa episode??  #cryingontheinside

This is also because my cable has been off since I don't pay the bills, my roommate does, and idk, maybe she's lazy but I couldn't complain because I was late with my half of the rent this month and my shower is leaking on the downstairs neighbor again which is legit not my fault but my roommate probably thinks it is since this happened for the second time in two months and wth showers shouldn't just leak like that but I haven't been doing anything but taking normal showers so by thinking I did it implies that you think I can break shower tiles simply by stepping on them which is just rude.

What else?  Ummmm, I've been drinking a lot which sure does make time fly.  And I may have, may have not been spending a lot of time indoors happily losing wrestling matches if you know what I mean (#wink) even though that's neither here nor there and omg, why are you so nosy?

And my attempts to improve my flexibility are so not the point right now.  The point is I've been gone for awhile but I'm semi-back now and I have story.

So the other night after margaritas, quesadillas, and laughing at people (also know as the trifecta that is my life) we were on our way home when we were approached by a petite older lady bawling at level that would rival that of any true Miss America winner.  Note, I don't do well with tears.  Don't know how to handle 'em.  Like what do you do them, really?  They're about as useful as a handicapped parking space at a skating rink.

Anyway.  She was on her way back home (in Westchester!) when her boyfriend kicked her out of the car after a petty argument and long night of drinking.  Sads.  But also, kind of hilarious.  ...We offered to call her boyfriend to come pick her up but she didn't want to talk to him.  We offered her money but she didn't want to take it.  How do I get home from here? Was all she wanted to know.  

We were steps from Union Square and explained all she had to do was take the express train uptown. But how far is it to walk?  My friends and I exchanged incredulous stares and replied in unison, like 30 blocks! 

That's fine.  I need time to think.

And sure enough, my friends, that piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way uptown.  O_O

Yesterday I asked my friend what she did she think happened to the lady.  She never made it, was her legit, dead ass response.  Roflmao.





P.S. Also, this?  I GOT IT.  Via graduation gift.  I am fucking trendy.

Image via Photobucket

I'm a shopaholic better take away my wallet...

Sample sale alert.  You know you missed them.  ;)

Who: Showroom Seven
Featuring: Charlotte Ronson and more on-trend lines.  Trust me, this showroom is classy.
When: May 11th - 21st. //  Monday - Friday 10 AM - 7 PM
Where: 263 Eleventh Ave b/w  27th & 28th, 3rd Fl





Who: Rebecca Minkoff
Featuring: Her badass bags of course
When: May 12th // 10 AM - 7 PM
Where: 155 Fifth Ave b/w 21st & 22nd



 Who: Lela Rose
Featuring: Their cashmere specialties at around 75% off
When: May 12th-14th // 9 AM - 7 PM, 10 AM - 6 PM, 10 AM - 5 PM, respectively
Where: 224 W 30th b/w Seventh & Eighth, 13th Fl



 Who: Opening Ceremony
Featuring: Slightly quirky big and little names like United Bamboo and Proenza Schouler
When: May 13th - 16th // 11 AM - 8 PM (Thurs-Sat)  Noon - 7 PM (Sun)
Where: 33 Howard b/w Broadway & Lafayette



 Who: Nanette Lepore
Featuring: All the frills of course
When: May 18th - 20th // 9 AM - 7 PM
Where: 225 W 35th b/w Seventh & Eighth



Melissa Shoes
Featuring: THOSE REALLY CUTE PLASTIC SHOES I'VE BEEN EYEING FOREVER!
When: May 19th - 22nd // Noon - 8 PM
Where: 520 W 27th b/w Tenth and Eleventh



Yours in fabulousity,

Weekend Inspiration

mood :: playful










Sources: FGR, We Heart It, Youtube

Don't leave.  Life is hectic.  Be back soon.

<3 always,
Tee

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