sunday: caw-fee in a bowl. homestyle, yo.
tuesday: wipe my boots. catching up on wwd. planning my shower...as in bathing.
crazy good blueberries.
2.23.2010
2.12.2010
chinese new year > v-day.
chinese new year resolution: stop saying haha esp when i'm not haha-ing. it leads people to think they're much funnier than they actually are.
2.11.2010
1.15.2010
7.28.2009
6.11.2009
bright sunshine!
im hoping the title of this blog will bring some sunshine. it's been absolutely dreadful this week. rainy, cloudy, humid, 100% gross smoss. where's the sun?! my glow in the dark legs need some color and my summer outfits need to has somes funs.


from feast day in philly. ;)
5.11.2009
my cousin vinny...
...is a goldmine. marisa tomei's character has The Most Amazing outfits. don't take my word for it, look at these pick-chas:




since my illegal cable decided to stop making itself available to me, i'm stuck with the basics and TBS. funny cuz lately i've been sport-in' this saym ezzact ak-sent. makes me miss my friend rob who quoted this movie all the time and had me crackin up for hours.
i leave you with one of the best movie quotes ever:
(you gotta say it in that bklyn/guido accent!)
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM. A fuckin' bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?




since my illegal cable decided to stop making itself available to me, i'm stuck with the basics and TBS. funny cuz lately i've been sport-in' this saym ezzact ak-sent. makes me miss my friend rob who quoted this movie all the time and had me crackin up for hours.
i leave you with one of the best movie quotes ever:
(you gotta say it in that bklyn/guido accent!)
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM. A fuckin' bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?
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