Entry 038 | Sister Sister!

My favorite sister had a very good bachelorette party this weekend. Many a-hearts will be broken come September.

She scares because she cares.

Entry 037 | 500 Days of Summer

I was a little disappointed, I had higher hopes for it. But it was still a pretty good movie. You won't die if you don't watch it, but it was cute. Yep, cute. Here are some of my thoughts while watching it:

1) JGL reminds me of a young Keanu Reeves

2) Keanu Reeves is a good actor

3) Speed was a good movie

4) I want to raid Zoe Deschanel's character's closet. And steal her apartment. And her hair.

5) Being spacey works for you if you're attractive

6) Ate my movie theatre dinner too fast

7) Being in a relationship is great!

8) It's OK not being in one too

9) There's only teeangers in here

10) Pretty people will keep your attention for a good 2 hours

Entry 036 | Real slut!

I just found my design on the American Apparel website!! I guess great sluts think alike.


what the hale

Entry 035 | Cave Slut

This is my creation. It's what I think hussies would've worn in the caveman days. I made it myself. They should pick me for project runway.

Entry 034 | My gender confused family

Al and I were talking about girls wearing over-sized men's collared shirts back in the 90's (think Amy Grant in the music video, Every Heartbeat) and it reminded me of the time when she was in 9th grade and I was in 5th grade and we were at Old Navy. Tired of daisy dukes being the only option for girl's, she was on a mission to find shorts that fell below the knee. This was a time before capri/bermuda shorts were in style and the only shorts that fell below the knee were men's shorts. So while she was trying on all the men's shorts she had collected, I was instructed to go and find her a different size. You can imagine the confused look on the Old Navy worker's face when he saw me sifting through the shorts in the men's section. Even more confused was he when he informed me, "You know these are the men's shorts..." to which I replied, "Oh, I know, these are for my sister" and skipped away with a pair and a carefree bounce.

This then reminded me of the time where when I was younger and with my folks at Walmart. We were there to get some shoes to send to my dad's niece in France, as a surprise. My dad's niece is quite the tall lady with quite the big feet. So naturally the only way to know which ones would fit her was for him to try them on as reference as they were similar in size. We were there for a good half hour, as a blue vested employee looked on with curiosity and sympathy at the sweet supporting wife and child of this man they called daddy, who slipped in and out of at least a dozen different styles of women's footwear.

Then I wondered how I ever came out seemingly normal. But then I laughed, and it was alright.

Duh End.