Zappos

Pwetty new boots. Zappos rules. they overnight. Hello, London.

Day-Maker

Posted a photo of my new tattoo... put it up for Matty Nay, since he wrote the lyrics. Got a response :) Hoo-rah. That's a good day.

Lovely

Dreary, rainy, almost-going-to-rain weather. Perfect for walking around aimlessly to Alexi Murdoch.



Now if only it would thunderstorm somethin' fierce.

Very cool...

Denver Playlist

Music Blog.

I like

Broken Bells are James Mercer of the Shins and Danger Mouse (Brian Burton), who is half of Gnarls Barkley and the producer on albums by Gorillaz, Bright Eyes, the Black Keys, Beck and others. Duh! No Brainer.

Misery loves...

Well, not company. I still can't shake the funky attitude. My cloud of negativity was clearly evident on my walk yesterday when a 90-pound black girl nearly beat me up because I was walking in a straight line and wouldn't move when she crossed into my path. Not two blocks later, some girl in her Honda almost ran me over (and laughed about it) and four blocks after that, some dude in a red jeep did the same. I spent the rest of the walk
with a big lower lip, remembering how lonely I feel. Lately, it's gotten worse.

I'm not excited to go to London. I feel too overwhelmed and want nothing more than to drop everything for the summer and move home for three months (beautiful). Iiiiiiiiiiiiim tired!

(Of course London will be exciting. I got in on a VIP tour of the BBC. I'll post my schedule here soon).

But I need some help pulling out of the funk. I'm having the moments where I panic about the day my parents won't be around anymore, how everything in this life now is just temporary and we're all getting older, then try to avert my attention somewhere else before I disapear into a black hole. Morose, isn't it?

I think I may sell back my gaga ticket in London so I can get two extra days over on the mediteranean and flush out this horrible look on life. Lotd knows i need to take full advantage of my downtime. I took on too much, per usual. Please be patient with me.

Uuuugh

I am having a super, "i-hate-everything-and-everyone" day and feeling a bit like I do when September comes around and I slip into depression. I don't want to do annnnnnythinnnnnnngggg. bah.

Gross. Gross. Gross.

My left thumbnail that I slammed in a metal door 2 1/2 months ago... starting to peel up and reveal a crapload of dry blood and one bizarre nail. The top is all jagged and the regrowth looks like it's wearing a purple jacket. I'd show you a picture, but you should probably just take my word on this.

From here on out, I will not be going without a bandaid until that sucker is grown completely back to normal.

Don't expect to be seeing my left thumb until around the fourth of July...

I believe there's someone to take care of me tonight.

Between getting caught up on all of my homework, churning out a solid paper for Sports and Entertainment Management in an hour, finding out my partner and I scored a 100% on a HUGE accounting project (the average was 88), finally getting my marketing group together for our giant project due at the end of the term and having the entire evening to laugh and play with Siggy at the Spoon show (whilst being towered over by a drunken, 7-foot-scarecrow that made me double over with laughter), this has been an absolutely solid, five-star day.

Ending it with a thero-heat pack on the lower back and a clear head. I can't wait for a black-out night of sleep.

Sugar Got it Goin' On... :)

90-year-old-woman-behind-the-counter-at-the-wah-wah-WHAT?

How old am I? 28?

Let's review...

I've rubbed all of the skin off my heels from my nine-mile walks every day. My left hip hurts. My lower back is killing me. I'm soaking in epsom salt on a regular basis to help with my sore everything and I've started using joint juice . I'm up by 8 every morning. And tomorrow I'm baking a blueberry pie.

Sooo.... how old? maybe... 87?

I better go knit myself some booties. And a mitt for my hand. I spilled scalding water all over it and it hurts like a mother... My body needs some spa love.