leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Ma biest friend

Why can't you be here always?

do yourself a 'flavour'

Allie and I were convinced that there was no such thing as a good yogurt commercial.

They all contain annoying jingles and dancing stomachs. All very offensive in their own way. Then we found this gem, and we wondered, why do they bother making new commercials at all? Every few years they should revert about 2 decades and replay. It would not only save money, but it would keep us in gales over how much the film/advertising industry has evolved.

I mean really...
This is an Australian commercial though so we've changed our minds and decided, there is no such thing as a good yogurt commercial in North America.
I present the challenge to you to find one.

Prove us wrong.

Now and Then

Sitting on a patio,
Drinking wine,
Smoking cigarettes,
The things grown ups do.

Eating seafood risotto expertly prepared by a boyfriend,
Reminiscing on summers past,
Parties had,
Former conquests.

We used to talk about boys,
And who said what,
Now we talk about careers,
Our futures,
And toss around wedding plans.

The pilates instructor/professional dancer,

The aspiring Sommelier,

...And I...
Living vicariously through my friends.

We three grown ups,
'Young ladies' even,
Watching the water and the sun set,
Swatting mosquitoes,
Searching for phosphorescence.

We will be here all night.

to the tune of transformers

Sung by Tara Hare in reference to her clean hair masquarading as dirty:

"Grease monger, clean hair in disguise."

accessorizzzzzzzzze

If you did happen to find yourself with the condition mentioned in my last post, you may want to purchase a 'pillowig'.

throw some z's on that bitch

If one found themselves with a condition where in if they were subject to conversing about a task or activity that they deemed particularly boring, it actually put them to sleep, would this condition be an affliction, or a gift?

a hickey from kenickie is like a hallmark card

This last weekend was fun.
I actually got to use this phrase for the first time in my life.
I've waited oh so long.
I won't divulge to whom it was in reference to, as I wouldn't want to tarnish the ethereal reputation of (myself) or my cohorts.
I will say, though, that it was warranted.
I'm not going to bore you with the occurrences, but I definitely will not soon forget last Friday through Sunday (if ever).
I hope I also will not forget this coming weekend.
Or, in the same sentence, I hope I DO forget it for the same reasons.

Life is good.

Big up to Danny (if you read this).