There comes a day in every young man's life when he realizes he is not a young man, but a girl, sitting at home in pink pajama pants eating one organic apple and one regular apple to see which one tastes better. I want to say organic, but something tells me I should have avoided the observer bias by doing this study blind. I also just accidentally mixed up the last bunch of apple slices and now forget which is which and they all taste the same. And by same I mean delicious.
What a week! I don't think I've been this busy since the last time I was this busy. At the end of yesterday the vortex that is my living room furniture somehow morphed into a giant, couch-sized magnet as I lay there, a giant piece of Amberiron, unable to move yet needing to pee/eat/go to sleep/do laundry. Three of those things finally happened and today, the mystery continues as to whether I am hungry or these jeans REALLY need to be washed...
In other news, I left the house again today in too-little-of-clothing and am now the proud owner of an awesome orange hoodie. It's orange people, and it makes me feel like Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind minus the blue hair and plus the hots for Jim Carey. Let it be known that Army & Navy is the best store ever and I would totally do Ace Ventura. Also John Krasinski, but that's a whole other paragraph.
John Krasinski. Not only would I lend you my orange hoodie, but I would sleep in your bed & actually stay 'till morning. Then I'd make you egg-in-the-hole with organic salsa (or is it??) and we'd talk over coffee; your philosophies on art; Baroque moved you, you loved Mozart. And you'd speak of your loved ones as I clumsily strummed my guitar... And then we'd turn Jewel off because she's depressing us and I'd stop foolishly trying to impress you with my mandolin-games. Because let's face it - John Krasinski looks like he could play a mean, sexy mandolin.
Anyway, surfthechannel.com just called and said I have a good 74 minutes of free tv watching to go before they try and make me PAY to watch 90210 (sorry Dustin), so I'm gonna make like a teenage girl and... go do that.
Yours 'till the banana splits,
aj
look what I can do:
(note: turn head or computer sideways until I figure out how to do this right)
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
espresso yoself (at 3am)
So apparently drinking espresso at 9pm when you have to get up at 7 the next morning is not the best idea. I feel like a kid with a Christmas Eve birthday who just had three plates of ice cream cake and is now supposed to stop playing with his new puppy and go to sleep and wait for Santa.
I've cleaned my entire house, learned ten pages of lines, watched Cribs, cooked dinner for tomorrow (I don't usually cook dinner for TODAY) and cleaned my Swiffer. I feel like Kelly Ripa on Sudafed. If I had the supplies I would probably paint my room. And it's 2:42am.
I actually just finished painting my room a couple days ago, but the "soft parisian mauve" I chose has turned out looking like what I would imagine the color would be if a grandma barfed up babies. It looks like a nursery. And as I'm not planning on Angelina-ing anything anytime soon (unless they're baby kitties with the supernatural ability to not die when you run off to Mexico for a week), in the words of Ella Fitzgerald; something's gotta give. And what that's gonna be is lavender.
It is now 3am and still no Sandman in sight... On another front, I ate 3 bananas today. Did you know that there is such a thing as a banana protector? For reals. I saw one the other day. It's tupperware shaped like a banana so that when you want to carry a banana around in your purse it won't get squished. Genius.
Okay, so clearly I am going crazy and it is time to go drug myself with Nyquil so I can sleep. Kidding. That stuff actually gives me terrifying nightmares. Instead I will lay in bed and stare at my soothing lavender walls until they fade to black.
Or fade to sunlight.
Yours 'till Niagara Falls,
-aj
I've cleaned my entire house, learned ten pages of lines, watched Cribs, cooked dinner for tomorrow (I don't usually cook dinner for TODAY) and cleaned my Swiffer. I feel like Kelly Ripa on Sudafed. If I had the supplies I would probably paint my room. And it's 2:42am.
I actually just finished painting my room a couple days ago, but the "soft parisian mauve" I chose has turned out looking like what I would imagine the color would be if a grandma barfed up babies. It looks like a nursery. And as I'm not planning on Angelina-ing anything anytime soon (unless they're baby kitties with the supernatural ability to not die when you run off to Mexico for a week), in the words of Ella Fitzgerald; something's gotta give. And what that's gonna be is lavender.
It is now 3am and still no Sandman in sight... On another front, I ate 3 bananas today. Did you know that there is such a thing as a banana protector? For reals. I saw one the other day. It's tupperware shaped like a banana so that when you want to carry a banana around in your purse it won't get squished. Genius.
Okay, so clearly I am going crazy and it is time to go drug myself with Nyquil so I can sleep. Kidding. That stuff actually gives me terrifying nightmares. Instead I will lay in bed and stare at my soothing lavender walls until they fade to black.
Or fade to sunlight.
Yours 'till Niagara Falls,
-aj
Sunday, January 4, 2009
peas & hank you
As I sit here all cozy - the kind of cozy you can only be while at your mum's, full of ten-days-past-christmas-yet-still-delicious baking, post hot shower & ready to head off to bed in the shirt you just put on/wore all day/woke up in this morning - I ponder the tea towels stuffed under my door and wonder whether Mighty Mouse has tried to return to his anthropomorphic-apartment-stealing ways, only to find the entrance to his swanky New York style walk-up (crawl-under) forever BARRED by said tea towels of obstruction...
Speaking of forever, I realized yesterday, upon buying a cool new *calendar on which to write my non-schedule, it's been about that long since I've seen the movie 'Big' (*calendar features a picture of Tom Hanks & Robert Loggia in the epic FAO Schwartz piano scene). And how much do I love that movie? A BIG lot. So much it makes me cry & need a HANK-erchief. Note to self: watch soon. Also buy giant dance-on piano.
Anyway, either these wasabi peas are burning my corneas or my contacts have dried out from lack of not-being-in-my-eyes. Either way it's time to go sleep in my sister's bed because my mum didn't get me a room when she bought her new house.
Love,
-aj
Speaking of forever, I realized yesterday, upon buying a cool new *calendar on which to write my non-schedule, it's been about that long since I've seen the movie 'Big' (*calendar features a picture of Tom Hanks & Robert Loggia in the epic FAO Schwartz piano scene). And how much do I love that movie? A BIG lot. So much it makes me cry & need a HANK-erchief. Note to self: watch soon. Also buy giant dance-on piano.
Anyway, either these wasabi peas are burning my corneas or my contacts have dried out from lack of not-being-in-my-eyes. Either way it's time to go sleep in my sister's bed because my mum didn't get me a room when she bought her new house.
Love,
-aj
Saturday, January 3, 2009
another post, rhymes with toast
Here is a test post for y'all. Just tryin' out my new bloggggg... As if I need more excuses to sit on the computer. DO I? Why yes I do!!
Red writing red writing red writing.
Orange writing orange writing orange writing.
Red writing red writing red writing.
Orange writing orange writing orange writing.
Let's number things (back in black):
- cats are furry
- it's snowing a lot
- i don't own a toaster
- all dogs go to heaven
somehow my video got sidewaysed.
HAPPY 2009!
-aj
post of the dizzay
bla bla bla post post post do do do dodododo doot. you better not shout i'm telling you why; britney spears is coming to town.p.s. this is a test blog.
-aj
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