January 30, 2012
(vía Self Help « Low-Commitment Projects)

(vía Self Help « Low-Commitment Projects)

10:09am
Filed under: what hue is your hang glider? 
January 30, 2012
My favorite compliments I’ve received of late:

  • “I told him that if I could have anyone’s nose, it would be your nose.  Which I know sounds weird, but you know I’ve always liked your nose.”
  • “You’re actually a pretty good wingman.”
  • “I adore your vocabulary.”

9:35am
January 26, 2012
"E: Also, what about that time when I was actually trying to date him? Because he didn’t seem all that interested in finding out what would happen then!
K: I feel like boys do this a lot. I mean, honestly. Get a different hobby.
E: Seriously. Like, what, you like me a lot more now that we never see each other in person and barely ever speak?
K: I find that’s when I’m at my most appealing as well.
E: What should I say back?
K: Just write “MURDER,” and then one minute later send a wink face."

— Reading Between the Texts: There’s Been Some Kind of Mistake | The Hairpin

10:43am
Filed under: crying laughing i mean honestly. get a different hobby. 
January 26, 2012

Yesterday we went shopping, and I bought nothing, except Mexican food and a magazine with Taylor Swift on the cover and some body wash that smells like vanilla.  Please know that I was tempted by books and hot pink shorts and whole other personalities I could put on like hats if only I bought the right items.  Also by hats.

Sometime last year, I seemed to have replaced the old compulsive eating with compulsive shopping.  It was problematic, given my lack of disposable income.  I wasn’t running myself into credit card debt (I don’t have credit cards), I was just spending money I would otherwise have saved, on cheap dresses from Forever 21 and books I didn’t need/didn’t have time to read.

I kept buying nail polish and Russian novels and cropped jeans and boots because I was bored, and lonely, and tired, and because people kept telling me I was pretty and I was sort of intoxicated with that idea, Being Pretty.  And with the idea of being this chic, sophisticated, Pretty Girl living in New York City, but I was—and am—in fact a wreck of a human being working a desk job and renting a tiny room in the far, non-hip, end of Brooklyn, failing college and possibly life.  All of which is fine, I was twenty, living alone, and allowed to be a wreck.  But.  I would keep forgetting to remind myself, standing in line once again at H&M, or to buy another $7 sandwich, that me buying these things would not fix any of the problems above described, nor would they transform me into that girl I was in my mind.

Yesterday I partly didn’t buy anything because I’ve gained 10 pounds that I’m less than comfortable with and partly because I’m saving money for a trip and partly because I didn’t feel like standing in line, but mostly because I can recognize the limits of a really nice dress.  It can make my waist look small and it can go well with my boots and it can maybe get me a free drink, but it can’t fix anything that I’m unhappy with except my lack of a red sundress which, let’s face it, I’m not really that unhappy about.

10:09am
January 26, 2012
All it takes is a couple episodes of Felicity (that’s a bad show, right?  Like it’s a very bad show?) for me to feel extremely pro-curl.

All it takes is a couple episodes of Felicity (that’s a bad show, right?  Like it’s a very bad show?) for me to feel extremely pro-curl.

9:35am
January 25, 2012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

nogreatillusion:

Caitlin Rose - New York

“So I got lost on the lower east side

cause I pissed off my tour guide.”

Dying at this song right now.

10:53pm
January 24, 2012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Deep Blue Something—Breakfast at Tiffany’s

I said, “What about Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” She said, “I think I remember the film.”

10:43am
Filed under: deep blue something breakfast at tiffany's jamz 
January 24, 2012

  • People who still think that calling the internet ‘the interwebs’ is witty.
  • People who still start their Facebook statuses with “is…” like it has to be a complete sentence that begins with their name.

10:10am
January 24, 2012
ATTN: Caroline, Re: this summer.

ATTN: Caroline, Re: this summer.

(Source: micdel)

9:35am
January 23, 2012
bitsofjess:stellarandblonde: Filing this Self-Serve Mimosa Bar picture away for a future soiree  Soiree?  Heck, we can do this on any given Thursday morning.

bitsofjess:stellarandblonde:

Filing this Self-Serve Mimosa Bar picture away for a future soiree 

Soiree?  Heck, we can do this on any given Thursday morning.

10:09am
January 23, 2012
Dear Hot Guy Who Works At My Gym,

Thanks for growing a soul patch.  Crush gone.

Love, utterly platonically,

  Lily

9:35am
January 20, 2012
Yes!  Also that!  ”Clueless” is not a bad thing.  We’re all just kind of going through this world meeting people and having different kinds of relationships with them and having had fewer of one specific experience isn’t sad, it just is.  

Yes!  Also that!  ”Clueless” is not a bad thing.  We’re all just kind of going through this world meeting people and having different kinds of relationships with them and having had fewer of one specific experience isn’t sad, it just is.  

1:14pm
January 20, 2012

railways asked: As someone who is (sadly) completely clueless when it comes to dating...tell me about how (your) dates even work. Do you know the guy very well beforehand? If you don't...what do you talk about? Does it help to be at least mildly attractive? If you go on a dinner date, where in NYC is your favourite place to go, and are you ever worried about eating the wrong thing and bloating afterwards? Really hard-hitting stuff, I know.

Ok, I’m not going to lie, I find the idea of me being some kind of dating expert both ridiculous and a little flattering.  By which I mean, I don’t want to give the impression I’m some kind of dating wunderkind.  I actually didn’t start “dating” by any interpretation of that word until I was 18 or 19 and didn’t start doing anything seriously until I was 20.  So I guess I can give you the dating perspective of someone who is also completely clueless when it comes to dating, but has been muddling through it anyhow.  

I would say, first and foremost, be yourself.  Which, trite, I know, but I have had a few bad dates where there was no conversation beyond “So, where are you from?  Oh, ok.  Where’d you go to school?  Oh, ok.”  Which can be because you’re just not a good match, but in my case were  because I was too nervous to actually talk about stuff because I was worried I’d talk about the wrong things too much, or say something he disagreed with which was dumb because he’s either going to like talking to you or not, but either way you have to find out.  I’m not saying you should, like, Liz Lemon him, but she did, after all, end up dating Flower Guy.

On that note, try not to be too nervous.  Just think of it as, “I’m going to go and hang out and have fun tonight.  There’ll be a dude there too, and we’re both going to have fun and make each other laugh.

As far as meeting the guys, I have an abominable track record of meeting guys at work which I DO NOT recommend, AT ALL.  If you must date someone from work (it’s bound to happen, 40 hours a week together is a lot of time) limit yourself to one per job.  And I know people are always like, make sure it’s someone you’re really interested in and they want something serious, but I think it’s almost easier if you’re just casually dating or sleeping together.  It’s easier to compartmentalize that way.  The other ways I’ve met guys are at bars or very occasionally friends of friends (not a euphemism for ‘online’).  Oh, also a couple quick dates with guys I met online, but that just wasn’t working for me.

I have way more dates for drinks than for dinner.  I think I’ve only had three or four dinner dates in NYC.  If it’s for dinner, I let him decide, because I’ll eat anything and because he’s usually paying.  I don’t worry about bloating, but a little bit about looking gross while I eat, so I stay away from giant sandwiches which my own father has told me I look like a mess eating—Thanks, Dad!

So, yeah.  Just, like, try to have fun, I would say, you know?  You can’t help being nervous but try to make jokes and laugh at yourself and laugh at him and his jokes.  Be willing to reveal some secrets, but nothing too painful, and be open to wherever the night takes you.  And dress in whatever you’re comfortable in—without taking into account how “slutty” it is, or any of those stupid Cosmo articles about what guys want you to wear.  

Hope that was even moderately helpful?

1:04pm
January 19, 2012

stupidlittletuftybeard asked: Two truths and a lie. I'll give mine and you give yours. 1. I am a big fan of Mumford and Sons. 2. I spent five summers at a camp that was both special and Jewish. 3. I have ridden the triceratops at the Creation Museum in Kentucky.

1. I have seen Mumford and Sons in concert, 2. I’ve never had a driver’s license, 3. I once directed a stage adaptation of Little Red Riding Hood.

I’m going to guess that 1 is a lie and 2 and 3 are truths.

6:29pm
January 19, 2012

hosullivan asked: It's my lay around and watch Freaks & Geeks day too!!! What are your big planz for the week/weekend? I'm heading to Corvallis to wear my new Carmen Sandiego coat and peep-toe heels and hopefully seduce the ol' ball and chain.

I have a date!  A second date, which are considerably rarer in these parts—‘these parts’ referring to my life—than first dates.  And then I have a gelato-date with a friend from high school—Cross Country girl buddies are forever!—that I haven’t seen in years.  And I will be working, of course, because I am a mature person who does that.

P.S. So digging the coat!  It’s very Carmen Sandiego meets Lauren Bacall meets a third chic and elegant thing.

6:21pm
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