Friday, January 30, 2009


Today I was spending a little time putting addresses into my wedding master excel file and I noticed something kind of funny. One of my aunts has the following address:

PO Box 11
Hurley, WI

As in, she was the 11th person in the entire town to sign up for a PO box. It's not like she's been there since the 1880's. I don't know, that just made me giggle.

Happy Friday Everyone!

Here is a delightful video of adorable kitties riding a vacuum cleaner:

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Some good news-

Aries 1/29/09
March 21 - April 19
Issues involving fashion, magazines, and the spoken or written word will all begin to take a slow turn in a positive direction today, dear Aries. You may find that these things have been somewhat obscured lately, or at least development in these areas has been in more of a backward rather than a forward motion. The good news is that the tide is turning, and you should notice over the next few weeks that things are getting back on track.

Apparently my blog has been lacking content due to Venus being in the house of Jupiter's second moon (or something of the sort). I'd also like to blame my inability to properly accessorize on this as well.

Thank God that's over. I promise to be more vigilant with posting. Hearts!

WTF Detroit?!?!

A dead guy found in a block of ice?


Friday, January 23, 2009

In Exactly One Year-

I will be marrying into this:

Great comfort at a most pleasant price... Can't wait!

Props to Em for the video :)

Monday, January 19, 2009


I couldn't sleep last night. I was having one of those nights where my mind just wandered to completely random stuff. For some reason I was thinking back to 5th grade.

I remember an older girl being pregnant. I think she was a Kinnunen or a Kitzman. But for me to have seen her, she would have only been in 8th grade (it was a K-8 school). Anyways, the whole thing stands out because of the sweatshirt she was wearing over her visibly preggo belly. It had a big picture of a Hershey Kiss on it and said "It all started with a Kiss." I remember thinking that was the most dirty and gross and disgusting thing I'd ever seen.

The thought of that shirt consumed me and now I'm not even sure it was true or accurate. Can anyone confirm that there was indeed, a pregnant scummy kid in our elementary school?

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

First off-

In singular form it's spelled with a "y" not "ie"

Secondly- What. The. Fuck. Are you serious with that headline?

*Please* put a gag order on the proceedings. Thanks.

Well, its finally happened.

Steelcase has managed to combine my two least favorite activities into a single horrible, unnecessary contraption. Behold the Walkstation:

Ugh... work + exercise = more incentive to call out sick.

Why would anyone ever use this? My heart is filled with hatred and rage just looking at it. Now I need to distract myself with an lolcat.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Enough already.

Two questions-

Where did he find a leotard that size?
Did anyone else see his chubby man-bits flop out a few times?

Sorry sister, you're never going to be this guy.

Thursday, January 8, 2009


That last post was the first to be published from my beautiful new Mac! Holla!

What the Fuck, Union Square?

For the past 5 days its smelled like an airport bathroom in the entire L section at Union Square. And not just any airport bathroom- I mean the first one available after a cross country flight where they were serving Natty Ice and Indian food to fat old people with IBS. The one where half of the toilets can't even flush after the torment they've endured. You know what I mean.

It smells like someone took every horrific odor known to man, condensed them into a single liquid, and then poured that liquid over every HVAC component on that level of the underground. The air is a thick diarrhea-fart stew that burns my nose hairs and makes me dizzy every time I smell it (which is at least twice a day).

As gross as I'm trying to be, I feel I'm barely doing the stink justice. It is unholy. What the fuck, Union Square?