"La Cucaracha, la cucaracha, ya no puede caminar. Porque le falte y necessite marijuana a fumar."
Every year at at Halloween time I go to CVS, buy a bag of candy corn and end up eating the entire thing in the span of an afternoon. Which instantly sends me into a sugary-wax induced coma that doesn't end for 356 days, when I go and do it all over again.
The reason we are laughing so hard at last night's fashion soiree was because:
That's it... it's official. I am going back to my true roots (or hair color) in a few weeks. No doubt momushka is reading this and crying out of pure joy.
The chill in the air can only mean one thing... my Christmas shopping has begun. And since I won't be home for Thanksgiving, that greatly reduces the chance of me getting tipsy and telling everyone with a giggle what I bought them. Maybe...
With an apartment so cold my nose was turning to ice, I had to flee to the nearest cafe to finish working on a school project. 25 minutes and 2 lattes later and my feet still haven't defrosted.
Seeing as my winter clothes are still being held hostage in a basement in the Midwest and mywallet is still hyperventilating from the recent purchase of new boots, I am none too thrilled with the sudden cold spell that has taken over. Cold means jackets. And jackets are one of the few things not living in my closest right now.
Fashion school has ruined shopping for me. Not to the point I didn't buy those new boots, but the feeling just wasn't the same.
Yesterday I came home from writing to a late lunch of miso salmon, horseradish mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli. Tonight I was treated to a dinner of homemade curry and samosas (did I spell that right?).
There is nothing like stumbling upon an international market on the way home and spending entirely too much on nothing but condiments from every country imaginable only to come home to an empty fridge with nothing to put them on.
After hours of picking, this is what they harvested (they had 10x more last year!)
Lucky for me, I woke up just in time to put out the chairs and watch the sunset.
Ridiculous beauty, right?
Can someone please tell me why what is a little cold to everybody else is a full blown, have a fever, sleep 18 hours a day, cough and sneeze for me?
Nicki got a crab for her birthday that she appropriately named Slash. So now it is me, Nic, Steven Tyler the fish, Powder the albino frog, and Slash all in one apartment.
Why, why, why do people think the turban is ok to wear? If beyonce wasn't already busted before, she is now. Time to fire your moms and get a real stylist.
