Pop off!

1. I'm over Nylon magazine, I've decided to end my subscription. The ugly content in that one single magazine is...oh my god, unbelievable. From the shamelessly blatant lack of care in the page layouts, to the unforgivingly fugly fashion featured inside. No one should wear a varsity jacket-pencil skirt combo with Lolita white socks and yellow polka dotted stilettos. Now lets all take a moment to visualize what I'd just dictated....seriously, eff off.

Also who is this Peaches Gell-something or another whos always guest editing? Get out of my face you're annoying as hell. At this point the only thing cool that remains consistent from the past is the one spread where they have different artists depict / draw / collage various beauty products. You know what I'm talking about.

2. Am I the only one anticipating with dread, that one final week sometime in September where the whole world turns into a fiery inferno and I want to kill myself in many different ways? Yes, Indian Summer, I am talking about you. And no I am not going to Sunset Junction, how dare you ask me that?

3. Jennifer Aniston. Why? What is her appeal? Why must I look at her simpering face at every newstand, every check out line I stand in. How must it feel to be eternally famous for once having been married to Brad Pitt (who is not remotely attractive to me which makes it all that more puzzling). I'm tired of the girl next door and her eternally unchanging hairstyle + tight lipped non smile combo.

4. Where is a good tidepool when you need one? Once a year I get crazy about wanting to go to a tidepool. A good one. Where?

5. Emma is the best person to road trip with cause she drives 90mph and she pays for all your candy. On the other hand I'm the worst person to road trip with cause I'm a whiny carsickey bitch.

6. I spent over a hundred on a "real" knife and let me tell you--what a joy. All I want to do is chop things into uniform smithereens now. You need onions diced? No problem I'll come over with my knife. I'll even julienne your cucumbers...slash your enemy's tires...

7. I never thought I'd live to see the day where I hear "I like your dream catcher" god w-t-f? what do you say to that? "its not a.... thanks." :T

8. Today was Pilates + Porto's= What the hell, you may as well have not pilate'd at all-day. Is that bad? I was in the area anyway and as a tribute to Emma's ex, I bought 5 (you hear that guys? FIVE) grease laden potato balls, cause I'm rich biatch. Emma, you want one? You can have half. Saving the rest, yep.