20 days to break a habit...

I don't know where to start.




I'm going to be blogging more. But it's going to be different.




I've run out of good stories. I'm no longer working alone in a blind man's basement. No longer living with my crazy religious parents. No longer going on random dates with sketchy drunk russian guys.




I'm going to try and get better stories for you. I had one ready to go and I asked my non sketchy non drunk non russian friend ben to put together a corresponding image to post with my story. I figured this would make people forget that it wasn't really an interesting story at all. That was the plan. If you've met either Ben or myself then you know what happened. No picture, no story, sorry.




I've been saying sorry a lot recently. I want to stop. I want to stop having to say I'm sorry. I've been unhappy for a while. I want to stop all that. I'd like to stop working in advertising and living in Jersey City but that's not going to change at least for the next six months (the latter at least, who knows about the former). In the meantime, I'm going to focus my attention elsehwere. Here for one.




My friend Ben told me that it takes 20 days to break a habit. I believe him. April 1st is exactly 20 days from today. I've mentioned before that I don't like March. Mostly because it's a lie. It lies to you and makes you believe it's something it's not. I feel like I've become March. It's also a 31 day month with not a single closed work holiday. That means an extra long month of full five day work weeks.




But this March is going to be different. Every year March pushes me. It just pushes and pushes. This year, I'm fighting back. Watch out March, I'm coming for you!




I'm going to be posting on here a lot more. Some of my posts will be similar to previous posts. Some are going to be super duper random and maybe not make sense to anyone but me. I'm okay with that, I hope you are, too. Some of my stories will be about things that happened last month, last year, or even longer ago, when I actually had good stories to tell. Maybe by writing about them, I'll remember what makes a good story and I'll be more aware when a good story opportunity presents itself to me in the future.




During my not-so-brief blogging hiatus I was updating my tumblr truth and beauty bombs. You can check that out too if you want. Again, a lot of the stuff on there might make sense to no one but me, but a lot of its shiny and pretty so feel free to take a look around. A lot of the extra random stuff on there will probably eventually become a longer post explained on here so, you know, that's cool.




I guess I hope people read this. I mean, that's the point, right? I guess it doesn't really matter. I guess that's part of the habit. Caring if anyone's reading this. So maybe in 20 days it'll all be different. Maybe in 20 days it'll all be good again.

well i thought about the army...

but dad said son you're fucking high.

so instead i decided to open a cookie bakery.

it would be called sml cookies.

cuz we'd sell small/medium/large cookies.

and cuz sara mennona loves cookies.

there's a logo and everything.

but i'm not allowed to show it to you.

cuz someone asked me not to.

and normally i wouldn't care and i'd post it anyway.

but i'm being nice today.

check back tomorrow.

also cuz it's on my computer at work.

and i'm at home.

and we'd have chocolate chip cookies.

but also like crazy chocolate, mint, peanut butter, sure to give you diabetes cookies.

that tasted like rainbows.

and love.

and people would come from far away.

like maine.

for my cookies.

and i'd be all cool working at my cookie bakery.

like maggie gyllenhaal.

and maybe i'd marry peter sarsgaard.

and we'd have a kid.

except without the having a kid thing.

and we'd start a club for people with double a's in their names.

and we'd serve sml cookies at all the club meetings.

and life would be good.

redecorating.

i like to redecorate my apartment. in my mind. i like to create these really awesome spaces that don't actually exist. in reality when my friend first saw my room in my new apartment she remarked that it looked exactly like my room at my parent's, just moved 45 miles north. and in reality i don't have much control over the interior decoration of a lot of the rooms in my apartment since i share it with two other girls. so i redecorate it in my mind. i fill all the rooms of my apartment with wicked cool environmentally-conscious hand-made furniture that i could never afford or fit in my tiny apartment. i even redecorate the views from my windows in my apartment. instead of looking out onto a highway i can see the nyc skyline (except from the opposite direction of what i could see now if i could see the skyline from my window because in my mind i live in brooklyn) or palm trees and bridges (cuz sometimes in my mind i live in venice beach).

also in my mind. i'd totally decorate my kitchen around this silk-screen poster over at the small stakes:



wouldn't you want to live inside my head?

i want to live here.

like for serious.

i want a non-existent romantic hero.

Valentine's Day = blah.

I don't even have enough energy for the "holiday" to get into the whole consumeristic, commercial, Hallmark-created holiday bullshit. I mean, it's all true. But I like chocolate so any holiday that provides me with chocolate - even if it's just coming from my parent's - I'm cool with.

But, if I were to receive this:



I would've maybe had to have changed my mind on the subject.

For now I'm sticking with my cynical view:


t-shirt and bear can be found @ love is lame.

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all!

If you wanted to buy this for me...

I'd be okay with that.

“High energy and immediacy characterize the era's graphic design: text was often handwritten and laid out sideways, and trippy cartoons in saturated colors captured a drug-addled generation.”

amazon

Cuter than the real thing

This:

is way cuter than this:


Also, me and acorn (the stuffed one, not the one on the tree) have a lot in common:

This heavily armored creature enjoys traveling and eating out at restaurants slightly beyond it's price range. Acorn has amassed some credit card debt but keeps the creditors away with it's sharp spines.

Maybe I need to grow some sharp spines.

Get the cuter of the acorns here:
www.perfectchildren.etsy.com

If I had $200 to spend on a blanket...

I'd totally get one of these:


www.moonchingwu.com

They're made from old cashmere sweaters so they're soft, warm and green. Yay for them.

Unfortunately I do not have $200 to spend on a blanket as I would imagine most people don't. I'm sure it won't look as good but I might have to go and hit up the thrift store and make my own.

In related news, according to the site that sells them, these blankets come from an assortment of animals including this:

I don't know what it is exactly, but I think I might need one.