Showing posts with label pll. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pll. Show all posts

Thursday, January 17, 2013

observations from my day off.

i'm a really good dream spy.
like, really good.

the only time i am ever jealous of boys
is when i am asked to pee in a cup.

there is nothing wrong with sitting down
next to a bag of marshmallow mateys
just in case you want more
 after the cereal in your cup is gone
and the milk seems lonely.

fashion police makes
missing the golden globes
hurt less.

heartbreak is when
the latest episode of pretty little liars
hasn't been uploaded for my viewing pleAsure.

i am more productive 
when the television is on and muted.

i feel like i have seen every cycle of antm
in the history of antm. 
why is tyra so crazy?

lunch with good people
who genuinely care about your happiness
and believe in you
does wonders for the heart.



Monday, November 5, 2012

wiiknd: season nine of grey's has already been ruined.

no work. 
grey's overload.
homemade winger's salad.
the voice: knockout rounds.
pillow talk.

early morning.
fritters as big as my face.
morning wedding.
heel hell all day.
fancy luncheon.
brookstone chair zone.
city creek.
new boots.
classy reception.
cinco de mayo.
pll discussions.
grey's = ruined. heart = broken.

fall back.
exhausted beyond belief.
starburst snacks.
ogden for dinner.
rib talk.
cory = football. 
brissa = bubble shooter.
early to bed.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

and by "want to watch" i mean it's all i ever watch.

all i ever want to watch these days are...

pretty little liars*.
seinfeld.
anything directed by wes anderson.
anything directed by ben affleck.

it's great.

*i just finished all the pll that was on netflix.
I AM DYING.
needz moar liarz.

sidenote: 
please feel free to engage in any pretty little liars discussion. 
cory doesn't want to understand
and just laughs at my increased paranoia since starting the show. 
i SWEAR a is real and totally in my apartment sometimes. 

Monday, September 10, 2012

wiiknd: i never thought i'd say this, but there is such thing as too much breakfast in one day.

work + work.
cazj.
cory = football game.
brissa = pretty little liars.
parks and rec.

early morning.
apple cinnamon tea.
work til one.
home = spotless.
breakfast for lunch. 
interwebz catch up + football game. 
slow motion seizure*.
greek festival.
cinnamon honey heaven.
"have you guys ever heard of dees?!?!!!"
breakfast for dinner.
diploma pick-up.
seinfeld.
breakfast coma.

one month say whhhhhat?!
12:15 appointment = new calling.
young women's first counselor.
gushers packed = sunday snack.
plans to buy fruit snacks.
homemade lasagna.
parks and rec.
homemade hot chocolate.


*apparently the 'i' before 'e' rule doesn't apply to seizures.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

it's good to be productive again.

after weeks of searching and applying 
and [mostly] housewife-ing,
i got a job.

it's nothing fancy,
but it keeps me busy and learning
and doing things i never thought i could do.
i love it.

i'm not writing for a paper or a magazine.
in fact, i'm not writing at all. 
but it's okay.

this way i can write for me.
write what i want.
what i care about.
what i feel.

sidenote[s]: 
the words are making a comeback.
just like leslie.

pll is a straight-up drug.
i can't stop watching.
i won't stop watching.
so.much.dramA.