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as far from originality as I can get

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

I forgot about liking Married To The sea until I stumbled upon this today:
married to the sea comic

I am not trying to be an alcoholic.

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

reasons that I am choosing to abstain from alcohol from this point on:

1) Alcohol makes you age faster (especially the sugar-filled drinks and beer that I tend to enjoy), and I have always wanted to be a hot middle-aged lady.

2) Hangovers are not fun.

3) I bet cirrhosis of the liver isn’t either.

4) I am just as pleasant  when I am sober, and people who disagree with that do not know me very well at all.

5) Drinking is expensive.

6) Who needs a weakened immune system with the swine flu on the loose?

7) Most importantly, alcoholism runs in my family, and I am not trying to be an alcoholic.

more like Pacey’s creek

Monday, October 19th, 2009

five things I learned from watching Dawson’s Creek:
1) Apparently fifteen-year-olds from New England have more expansive vocabularies than most college graduates.
2) If you cheat on your husband, then he will inevitably die in a car crash. Yes, it will be because you cheated.
3) Girls from New York move fast.
4) Dawson Leery (and, by extension, James Van Der Beek) is a putz.
5) and most importantly: I am sucked in by teen dramas that are riddled with cliches and inaccurate suggestions about how life really works.

Materialism is a Blast, Revisited.

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

This is mostly for Jill Raises the Bar.

While I did not find a dress on my last week’s shopping excursion, I did find some shoes and a figure-flattering tank top. Have a look.

tan Seychelle heels

tan Seychelle heels

Before buying these, I only had one pair of heels that I wore to weddings (I’m tall; don’t judge me.) Now that I own two pair, the possibilities are endless.

striped Renee C. tank top

striped Renee C. tank top

I spent more money on this shirt than I am proud of and certainly more than I am comfortable disclosing. Also, it’s dry clean only. What an inconvenience.

The fun thing about blogging is that it gives me a false sense of importance. Everyone obviously cares about the things that I buy. Why wouldn’t they?

Speaking of false senses of importance, two words:
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