January 2011
27 posts
Major in Beales, Concentration in George Harrison →
Happiness is a Warm Blog
Things that are currently making me happy: 1- That there Beatles (pronounced ‘bee-uhlll-ss’) reference in the title of said post. Also, my second favorite Beatles (make sure you’re pronouncing it correctly) song. 2- My Mom called this morning to tell me the following story: First, you should know that Murphy Belle (our dog) loves everyone and everything except being...
Forecast
Me: I'm working on this long distance...gag...relationship?...gag...thing.
Brian: wait wait wait...you are in a relationship??? no wonder NC is so damn cold, hell froze over!!!
“I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”
– Audrey Hepburn
Carrie Hayes gets a GOLD STAR!
Ah my friends not only know me....but humor my grammar nazi tendencies:
Carrie: In which city does he live?
Me: Jacksonville
Carrie: (I rewrote that 3 times, so it didn't end in a preposition)
Why You Should Date an Illiterate Girl →
ha. and i love the end. it’s oh so true.
“we are being disappeared anyway. we might as well make noise…”
– Alice Walker
Alcohol Is Microscopically Beautiful
We all knew alcohol could make people look beautiful, but it seems we were overlooking the real beauty all along.
1. Bloody Mary
2. Cosmopolitan
3. Dry Martini
4. Pina Colada
5. Sake
6. Tequila
7. Vodka Tonic
8. Whiskey
9. White Russian
+ INFO: Bevshots
Pee-Wee Herman drunk on SNL! →
Who's coming with me?
24 hours
In the last 24 hours I’ve reconnected with not one, but TWO ex’s. Either Mama’s still got it….or Mama is the biggest idiot EVER. More to come on that.
Three Men and a Truck
This moving blogs mess from blogspot to tumblr (trial for now….probably permanent) is more of a mess than my last apartment to apartment jump. And this shit is sans beer, topless males, and 14 pizzas being ordered.
I’m feeling a little lost without the identity….is that the right word….that I created with my last tank-of-words. I guess there was a security I found in...
“A bird does not sing because he has an answer.
He sings because he has a song.”
– Joan Walsh Anglund