A Nice Day For A White Wedding
After fending off a killer migraine yesterday, I’m finally feeling close to human again. I swear, it was like an alien was trying to soldier through the lobes in my brain and cut into my skull using a dull knife. (What a visual!) Needless to say, it was tres painful. I blame it on the geography—more specifically, the fact that over the past four weeks, I’ve been in five different states and every time zone that exists in these here United States. My body chemistry is waaaaay off and while my travels were waaaaay worth the internal strife, truth be told, I’m happy to be home for the next three weeks—until I hoof it back…
Follow Me On Twitter And You Could WIN
Hey party people, If you’re not already following me on Twitter (@redpatterndress), you totes should! No, freals… not only will following me boost your emo cred, but it’ll also help find a cure for lactose intolerance. Okay, that last part isn’t entirely true, but it could be! Sorta. Not really. Gah!! Seriously, though, I’ve decided to run super-radtastic giveaways every time I add 100 followers. The winner of my first contest was the amazing @hoppusfanmuch who won the cutest lil’ goodie bag put together by yours truly. It contained: + + Do the right thing, Spike Lee-style, and follow me on Twitter!! In case you can’t remember my handle, it’s @redpatterndress, @redpatterndress, @redpatterndress, @redpatterndress, @redpatterndress,…
Rest In Peace, Killer Cacti
There’s prolly a reason why most people, people with greener thumbs and more common sense than me, don’t buy plants and such at Ikea. That reason is that said plants die—like, a really brutal death and stuff. A moment of silence for the death of my kitchen cactus. He’s been in poor health for a while, but it looked like he was gonna pull through. Sadly, he took a turn for the worse last night and went to the big plant farm in the sky. Sniff, sniff. This is my open casket—er, garbage can—viewing. For those of you lucky to have met my sickly cactus, I hope he touched your life. He was kind of…
Cribs!
While I was distracting myself with a lil’ telly (so that I could avoid transcribing the final two Paramore interviews), I happened to turn on MTV and see The All-American Rejects hosting an episode of Cribs. Immediately, I was struck with two thoughts: 1. I had no idea they still made Cribs. 2. Doth my eyes deceive me or is that my literary awesomeness I see on the screen??? Okay, technically speaking, it’s a snipe of the first AAR cover for Alternative Press but I wrote it so, by the transitive property, I WAS TOTALLY ON CRIBS TODAY!! See for yourself… Back in my old Cleveland apartment, I even had the same poster displayed in…
Big Ups To DiNG
Holy balogna!! The feverishly handsome and awesomely brilliant John Oakes sent me the dopest tech skins that just-so-happen to pimp a lil’ book written by you-know-who. SQUEAL!! I can hardly contain my self-promotional pride. What do you guys think?? Is my MacBook well-dressed or what? Spanks, DiNG!! I heart your guts so bad!!
Best AIM Convo Ever
Les Simes 7:51 um, it’s prolly a bad idea that i’m watching “the 650-lb virgin” right now, huh? Rachel Lux 7:52 hahahahahaha only bad because I can’t watch it, too Les Simes 7:52 homeboy lost 450 pounds or something and now he’s looking for someone to give his gift™ to Rachel Lux 7:52 and he still weighs 650? Les Simes 7:52 no, now’s he’s 220 Rachel Lux 7:52 ah Les Simes 7:52 he used to be 650 so, really, the title is misleading Rachel Lux 7:53 holy shitballs Les Simes 7:53 it should be “guy who used to be 650 lbs but is now decent-looking wants to get laid”
Being Duped Vs. Getting Dumped
It’s a moral dilemma rad women deal with on a daily basis. After dealing with a minion who both duped and dumped yours truly, I’d love to hear what you guys think about this particular crossroads and what your experience has been being the duper/dupee and/or the dumper/dumpee. Please comment, email and Twitter me your thoughts. I’d love to repost them here with some sublimely awesome insight on my part. Be afraid, dumpers and dupees. Be very afraid.
