LOVE Clinton. Obviously. But I find it kind of disturbing that I apparently dress like him.

Cupcakes from this little bakery down the street from my work; this guy at work buys cupcakes for everyone’s birthdays. There’s only 5 of us.

I saw that Vine letter too, I think. I still enjoy the Bust, and I kind of take all the crafty stuff with a giant grain of salt, but the last few issues, I’m kind of meh. (Except the music issue with Peaches on the cover. That was gold.)

Yeah, maybe I just don’t really photograph great while drunk.

I think it looks really good. I’m a sucker for noir anything, and I like that Third Rock kid.

Alex and I went out a-walkin’ yesterday, but today, oh, today I caught up. And how! OMG. I don’t think there are other words.

I love Clinton Kelly. I need Clinton Kelly to help fashion me a new young-working adult wardrobe. Stacey can stay at home.

Cupcakes?… Starbucks Cupcakes? And that peanut-lime sauce sounds teh yum. I need to learn to cook.

Boo. I’ve heard some other people say that recently too, someone on my flist… can’t remember who at the moment, but they wrote to Sars @ Tomato Nation about it, I think. The letter’s on The Vine.

Oh, it’s a cute picture! I don’t photograph well without a tan. The pure whiteness of my skin radiates an awful glow and leaves my face devoid of definition.

OMG, I was just reading about Brick last tight, on RottenTomatoes ["What's that movie coming out, the only one with a tomatoe-y rating? Oh, a Veronica Mars ripoff, that's what."]

You should catch up with VM today, because it’s your birthday! Rah! Then go out for dinner with the boy, and drinks with Sara! Hope it’s a good one.