Flipflops in the Rain


is it called an entourage if the celebrity isn’t famous yet?

i just spent the better half of an hour trying to convince my crazy (in a good way) roommate to audition for The Bachelor.

in the end, i just decided i’d nominate her. i don’t like to brag, but my nominating skills are so awesome i made her cry (in a good way) and was asked by another friend to write her J Date profile. tell me this isn’t a reality-show celebrity in the making:

It’s hard to capture Sarah’s personality on paper because she’s literally larger than life. Tall, blonde and beautiful, Sarah turns heads every time she walks into a room. She can be a bit intimidating at first with her strong handshake and loud Midwestern drawl, but once she speaks to you, you realize she’s just a sweet, kind-hearted, slightly ditsy, small town girl. Her confidence covers up the fact that she’s dealt with lots of family turmoil and has had to fend for herself since a young age. She’s moved around a lot, and at this point in her life, she just wants some stability and companionship from a man who will love her as much as she loves him. Her loyalty, determination and fun-loving attitude would guarantee that she’d make an excellent competitor on the show, as well as the perfect girl to win the bachelor’s heart and final rose.

is it wrong that i’m this excited about shoving my friend into a world that thrives on turning its stars into train wrecks for the sake of entertainment?

(it should be noted that she actually wants to do this. i’m not just living vicariously through her. although, if she gets on, i most certainly will live vicariously through her… and at least abuse the pseudo-celebrity power to go to cool parties.)



‘spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace…’

when i heard fuel’s “bad day” on the radio last night, i didn’t realize it was gonna be such nasty foreshadowing in the life of me.

woke up late.
woke up cranky.
woke up sore from yoga.
woke up with puffy, puffy eyes from an allergy attack.
had a quick roommate bitchfest.
hit ridiculous traffic. again.
couldn’t start my craptastic computer.
found out my ‘puter’s hard drive committed suicide. already.
spent most the morning not working. and not in a fun way.
spent a lot of money i don’t have.
had to make a lunch, per the fast food fast.
burnt my hand on lunch.
dropped my hot lunch facedown on the dirty floor and into an open box of printer paper.
dropped hot lunch in front of coworker.
cried over hot lunch. (who cries over dropping something?!)
smoked a cigarette.
taste like an ashtray.
dreading softball game tonight.
driving to game tonight equals no booze.
can’t skip game or team will have to forfeit.
annoyed by coworker’s voice.
annoyed with my negative attitude.
not changing my negative attitude anyway.

Today. FAIL.



fifty one: shae.
December 13, 2007, 7:13 pm
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my vegan freshman roommate, i cringe when i remember i gave you yogurt on accident. i can’t believe you’ve almost got your PhD already.

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twenty: erin.
November 8, 2007, 8:06 am
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your generosity always stunned me and left me grateful to be your friend and roommate. i miss our wine nights and raiding your closet.

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