August 2008
43 posts
Boarding flight to LA. What an amazing night, week, and experience. If I weren’t so hungover and barely functioning on less than 3 hours of sleep, I’d write more. But as it stands, I can barely spell my own name. You’ll just have to be patient. At least I have the best sister in the world who, I hope, is picking me up with In n’ Out and who I know is taking me straight to...
I'm On My Second Dirty Martini And 3.5 Hours Of...
I just had one of those hyper-emotional moments as I realized how fucking lucky I am to be in Denver for this convention, this election, these candidates. Hillary made me tear up last night. Bill gave me goosebumps earlier. And Biden is about to make me cry for the third time tonight. I might be PMSing or maybe I’ve miraculously found my political heart. Or maybe Biden’s mom is just...
Will.I.Am, on the other hand, was not so fun. →
Live From Denver
If anyone is desperately bored and really cares about the minutae of my day at the HuffPost Oasis in Denver, you can click here.
A Complaint In The Form Of A Question
Why the hell do iPhone photos show up so damn BIG on Tumblr? Is there a way to remedy this? (And by tumblr, I mean not the dashboard - but my actual tumblr. And yes, I’m aware that no one ever looks at my actual tumblr but that is not the point.)
Can NOBODY help me? I don’t ask for much.
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT
Someone posted a photo of Shawn Johnson (Olympic Gymnast, American, Adorable) getting her medal with two Chinese gymnasts - the caption was something along the lines of Shawn’s inner monologue being “They’re fucking twelve.” I need this photo ASAP for a story and I CAN. NOT. FIND IT. If anyone knows what I’m talking about, pleaaaaaaaaaaase send it to me or reblog or...
Holy fuck. I’m so hungover. Please, please, please make this day end and while you’re at it, please delete every last item from my to-do list. Because there is no way in hell any of it’s getting done. I’m probably getting fired. I’m going to go throw up now.
You know, I’ve been excited about the iphone for a while now, but I gotta say, this waiting in line business is for the birds. First of all, if you say you open at 8am, you should actually open at 8am. It’s 820 and so far nobody’s gone inside. And second of all, if I weren’t actually in dire need of a working phone, I would have left the line 10 minutes ago. Stop making me...
I feel like the iPhone expert. The adorable guy behind me, who I’ve graciously refused to take a picture of, has been peppering me with questions and I’m mildly embarrassed to know all the answers. Also, he’s adorable in that he looks like a myopic 6 year old wearing his dad’s suit and skinny tie. Also, very chic briefcase. Ok, I might just have to take a photo.
"Thanks! You're like a Lauren Conrad minus all the...
maryrambin:
A reader asked me how I got started in fashion, designing my own collection, blogging, etc.
It’s an epic tale, so I sent her to my bio. After delving into my journey, she responded with the quote above.
I know she sent it as a compliment, but I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around it….
At the very least (and I mean the VERY least) spell and grammar check your BIO....
soupsoup:
whateverlolawants:
Jeff Buckley -...
Sometimes
You miss people you never thought you’d miss…and those you probably aren’t supposed to miss…
A Perfect Saturday
Just heard the first peal of thunder and now it’s pouring.
I couldn’t be happier.
I kind of expected it and thought I was prepared for it, but every single person in attendance of this concert is fucking annoying. Maroon 5? Counting Crows? Sara Bareilles?? What was I thinking?! There are a whole lotta hipster headbands paired with J Crew and squeals along the lines of, “OMG, I, like, NEVER drink beer!” Fuck.
Malwebolence →
Really, NY Times? Really?
