seasonings
Greetings from the 'burbs.
I have decided to truly indulge the masochistic side of myself, as I have yet to complete a lick of Christmas shopping. The plan is to hit the mall tomorrow and knock it all out. (Knock out some whiny children, as well, I'm afraid.)
I have been living in yoga pants and tank tops and my vintage apron and unwashed hair and barefeet. I am a mess -- albeit quite comfortable.
I have been baking up a storm (pumpkin muffins, apricot jelly roll, cranberry apple pie, sugar cookies), watching football (Giants clinched a post-season spot), getting along with both of the parents (ahem, a first!), etc.
Etc.
I'm ready for the '08, when tough meets classy.
I want to be Jay-Z at 0:49 in this video.
The way he pulls up his overcoat? Yes, that.
(Oh, and that's Tristan Wilds playing the nephew; he was Michael in Season 4 of "The Wire". Finished all that up, and though Koryn spoiled me, the death in the final episode was nevertheless devastating.)
3 comments:
Fuck the Giants. And Merry Christmas.
You're such a charmer!
I know. I know.
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