today, i am officially of legal drinking age. apparently, nelson mandela was important enough to get a downloadable video of his birthday ceremony on the front page of yahoo news. me, not so much.
a few things that i've learned over the year.
1. less is not more, more is more.
2. (nothing. everyone knows that second place is the first loser).
3. bad ass people do bad ass things (thanks biggie).
and that's how i try to live.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
tres leaches
another picture from wedding weekend. sometimes we like to look like we dislike each other.
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ps. check out the new blog on the block:
sweethomeheartoftexas.blogspot.com
\ps. check out the new blog on the block:
sweethomeheartoftexas.blogspot.com
public enema
i have an arch nemesis. a few people who read this blog know who she is (don't even think i gave you a clue by saying "she". i could be feigning to be one of those feminists who uses "she" instead of "he" as a general/gender neutral term).
anyway, it's not like me to have an enemy. generally, when i don't care about or care for someone, i have very little trouble being rude or just forgetting about her (boo yah!) existence entirely.
but i can't do either of those things with her. maybe it's like death compared to suffering. i think i would rather die than suffer for a really long time. and maybe that's why she's my arch nemesis. maybe that's what distinguishes an enemy from an arch enemy - recurrence, persistence, reappearance in your life like some sort of virus you can't shake. like a staph infection. or jock itch.
ergo, i will now refer to her as TIMS (thorn in my side).
so everytime i see her, i'm really nice. i use my first string varsity jokes on her. and i smile and say things quietly out of the side of my mouth to make her think that she's on the inside track. and i tell her we should have lunch sometime. and inside, i'm giving her the finger and picturing her on one of those medieval stretching machines. and then i call marcy and say mean things. let's face it, gossip in controlled doses is BRILLIANT.
on a brighter note, here is a picture from the celebrity-laden wedding i attended this past weekend. it's really just a picture of my hunky BF, chuckles, at amy's ice cream in austin. this morning, he was at my house on the computer and when i left, i asked him if he would be looking at any porn. "no, but i am definitely going to be looking at some corn."
anyway, it's not like me to have an enemy. generally, when i don't care about or care for someone, i have very little trouble being rude or just forgetting about her (boo yah!) existence entirely.
but i can't do either of those things with her. maybe it's like death compared to suffering. i think i would rather die than suffer for a really long time. and maybe that's why she's my arch nemesis. maybe that's what distinguishes an enemy from an arch enemy - recurrence, persistence, reappearance in your life like some sort of virus you can't shake. like a staph infection. or jock itch.
ergo, i will now refer to her as TIMS (thorn in my side).
so everytime i see her, i'm really nice. i use my first string varsity jokes on her. and i smile and say things quietly out of the side of my mouth to make her think that she's on the inside track. and i tell her we should have lunch sometime. and inside, i'm giving her the finger and picturing her on one of those medieval stretching machines. and then i call marcy and say mean things. let's face it, gossip in controlled doses is BRILLIANT.
on a brighter note, here is a picture from the celebrity-laden wedding i attended this past weekend. it's really just a picture of my hunky BF, chuckles, at amy's ice cream in austin. this morning, he was at my house on the computer and when i left, i asked him if he would be looking at any porn. "no, but i am definitely going to be looking at some corn."
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