Since the world may be ending, Caroline and I decided the best way to go out is having pizza with each other :) Its also kinda the best way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Hopefully the rain holds off for long enough we can sit outside.
“I’ve spent a lot of my life—or maybe it just seems that way—feeling like I have to justify my various guilty pleasures. One example: television. I love it. I have a weakness not only for really good shows, like Friday Night Lights, Modern Family and 30 Rock, but also for morning TV (I’m a Good Morning America junkie) and just about every franchise of the Real Housewives on Bravo. And don’t even get me started on America’s Next Top Model and Jersey Shore. (Really: I could go on for DAYS.) For a long time, I felt like I had to keep all of this quiet, since Real Writers and Serious People only watch PBS, if they even have a TV at all. They are certainly not on the treadmill, talking back to some woman in Orange County who is all blinged out, driving her Range Rover. But what I have learned, over time, is that life is short. If something makes you happy, don’t question it: just be glad it’s there and soak it up. This same thinking allowed me to finally expose my iTunes music library, which I had always hidden from my music hipster friends when they came over. “Is that Barry Manilow?” they say, and while I used to die a little inside, now I proudly nod and crank up “I Write the Songs” even louder.”—Sarah Dessen’s 5 Do’s and a Do-Over | Chick Lit Is Not Dead (via apsies)
“Samantha Parkington: Did you know, when you picked her out, that Samantha was the cool one? Or were you simply drawn to her glossy brown hair, sophisticated accessories (she had a fur muff!) and rich demographic? Either way, every girl wanted a Samantha. If you owned her, you quickly learned the value of cachet.
By virtue of acquiring a status symbol early on (a Samantha doll was the designer jeans of third grade), you never quite had to worry about things the way other girls did. You therefore grew up to be confidant, capable, and nonplussed. You’ve always been well liked. You aren’t the funniest in your group, but you’ve never really noticed or cared. If you thought about it, you could probably recognize other women who had Samanthas. But that’s not that impressive: everybody can.”
I have been hiding out the past week from some stress induced non prettiness and it has kicked started some spring cleaning/purging OCD.
Lots of clothes to give to Goodwill, my fridge is spotless and my apartment is organized to a T. Although, it is funny, when you start cleaning one thing out other things seem to pop up screaming “CLEAN ME TOO!”. I could easily go a little nutty…