And then, thank GOD, Justin saved the cookies.
I feel vindicated, people. VINDICATED.
Last night, after our guests sat huddled under blankets and jackets, Dane was finally forced to turn the air conditioning off and admit that I AM NOT A CRAZY WOMAN WITH POOR CIRCULATION.
It was extremely satisfying.
Other things that happened last night - I drank three to fourteen highballs and horded the diet ginger ale like an asshole. I didn’t mean to do this - I just assumed the girls would think I was being ridiculous to drink diet stuff…I don’t know. I can’t explain how my inner neuroses works. Maybe someone else can do it for me. Intern Meagan?
Also, ZZ tried to bite Sue and Matt Davis only a couple of times before she finally settled into a puddle of obediance at Matt’s feet.
I stuck a bunch of hors d’oeuvre-y things in the oven and served them to people and no one seemed to think this was stupid. Or they didn’t say anything. I regret not sticking those little toothpicks with colored cellophane into the mu shoo pieces, though. That would have been festive.
Justin flew Arthur around the living room prompting the poor thing to have dubbya dubbya eye eye flashbacks and some confusion about whether he had ever even HAD a brother named “Stan”.
Alzheimer’s is so sad, really.
And Pete Campbell wore this:
Here is the link to the rest of the pics from the New York Times magazine.
Probably due to the too many drinks, I lost track of what was happening in the oven with the chocolate chip cookies, and that’s when the title of this post begins to make sense.
Next week’s Mad Men party is going to be fancy dress, mid century modern style. You should come!
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I’m gonna say it! I hate air conditioning. ESPECIALLY on warm nights. Because hey, that’s summer and that is AWESOME. Cool down with a drink! Air conditioning is dry, fake air! Drinks on ice… that is body conditioning! Cheaper, drunker, awesomer!
Ooooo…you had friends over!
I’d like to have friends over too but all my friends are Internettians. Everyone knows they hardly ever come over and pull burning cookies out of the oven for you.
sigh.
And. Here. We. Go.
Neurosis is the basic description of several psychiatric conditions in which conscious or subconscious distress is expressed through many physical and mental disturbances [i.e., hysteria and/or anxiety].
Not to fear, sweet Mentor of mine, neuroticism is a part of the human condition and should only be considered a problem when it interferes with everyday life.
Hoarding diet gingerale is merely keeping what you love close. Nothing crazy about that! I mean, unless you locked it in the cellar because if you can’t have it no one can.
Intern out.
I plan to wear Pete Campbell shorts next week.
A few things:
YES - you’re invited to 90210 party
ZOMG - I’m coming next week!
Yay! And I think all the men should wear Pete Campbell shorts next week…and not just during the show. ALL WEEK.
I just found your site, and went down to the post where you judge all the food blogs. At least those blogs are about something. What the fuck is this blog about? Sarcasm? What a waste of life.
You even admit to having read them at one time, which means you completely understand the appeal of them. Just because some people have self control and eat healthy doesn’t mean people like you should make them feel like they are doing something wrong. I am tired of unhealthy people ranting about how annoying healthy eaters are and how they all must have disorders, it’s like smokers saying that nonsmokers MUST have some sort of disorder because they aren’t destroying there body. Get a life, and a more interesting blog.
It’s “their” not “there”.
Blog war!
Oh wait, there’s no blog associated with that comment. Damn. Putting away sharp stick.
I think it’s really cowardly of “wtf” to only sign using their initials.
Yes, there is Charley. It’s this blog.
http://modbehav.com/
Apparently some people don’t know how the internet works.
This is a blog about how I juggle school, working, modeling, and life. WELCOME!
Yeah, I’ll take sarcasm any day, thanks.
If your blog was more interesting, I would never get any work done. Please, keep it boring for my sake! (jk jk lolz)
xox
Trolls. What is up with that? Here we are simply trying to live our FABULOUS RICH LITERARY lives and people keep jumping on our shit. Assholes.
No, not a “blog war” just me responding to what I felt was a hypocritical comment, you yourself run a blog, and you yourself admit to reading these blogs, so how are you going to now trash talk all those blogs you used to read? And further more you say how much you like one in particular, well I checked it out and I like it to, but it’s no different then all the others that you dislike…the whole thing seems judgemental to me.
Just my opinion. My comment was harsh I know, but your comment about “all food blogs” was harsh as well.
p.s. I completely realize I am coming in way too late on this.
I was totally with you on the post about food blogs.
Totally.
And I don’t think you were being hypocritical. I think you came to a realization about how what you were reading on the blog was affecting your life and perhaps the lives of other women.
That is all.
Why are people picking on my Kiala?
Don’t worry love. My blog and all 10 of my readers have your back!
Who should we fuck up first?
i hate to drag this stupid shit up again, but i had an epiphany last night (while enjoying a mix of schedule I and II controlled substances served with a frosting of ethanol and nicotine)…
the defining aspect of the food blogs which makes them damaging is the obsession with _quantification._
in a nutshell, it’s the rain-man-esque COUNTING that pushes them over the edge.
I like Couch Cubicle too.
Kiala, when I get fat from drinking regular ginger ale instead of diet, I will blame you.
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