clues that you may resemble someone else.

1. When you glance at a photo, assume it's them and then realize that no, it's you.

txting

The texts in my outbox:

"Unless it's Chase Crawford, I don't care."

"No idea! Want to do something?"

"Doubt I'll make it. Give everyone my love."

"Hungry for falafel?"

"This is just painful to watch."

"What's the verdict on Slumdog Millionaire?"

"Uh yeah. It was a completely pathetic showing."

"Cleaning my windows/contemplating my need to get a life."

"Hey girl, you and steph heading to church tonight?

"Perfect. Meet you guys there."

"In the lobby."

"Ri-Ri is wearing a mother effin bedazzled eye patch. Chris Brown needs to dump that, stat."

"Are you watching the AMA's? Her outfits make me angry."

"AND HER BIONIC WOMAN SHOULDER PADS?!"

"I love her for her talent. Her fashion sense will require some e'splain to her grandchildren."

"I live in the fashion capital of the world. She looked like an alien with an affection for hair product."

"So she's an alien pirate, Susan?"

"Hey love. Go ahead and buy tickets without me. I've seen it. You two will absolutely love it."

"Walking towards your place."

"You're grounded."

"The real name isn't much better. Olwyn."

and they're back

remember this?

Last night, I was sitting on my couch reading Wicked (thank you, Kricket) when a little thing went darting across the living room. I had just gone out to dinner with Andre so he was the first person I thought to call for help. As I was dialing, I looked down and realized that I was standing sans pants, in the middle of the couch yelling at what now appeared to be an empty floor. The mouse was hiding under the couch. Which is probably why when Andre suggested that we buy some humane traps today, the sort where the mouse goes in for a snack and can't get himself back out unless you release him, my response was something like "ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME???!"

There will be no catch and release. Fievel is going down.

listen, the leaves were really pretty OK?

my apologies for the lack of updatage. I spent the weekend catching up with friends, drinking mimosas and posing for photos like this:
more later.

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EDIT: If you followed Twitter at all you might have noticed the numerous references to where I was. In retrospect, it appears that every other word tripping out of my mouth was "Chicago". It was a long overdue vacation in a city I love, with friends that I love even more. Suffice it to say, it was hard to leave. Last night sitting in the back of the cab, I was entirely relieved to be back home until I looked over at the skyline. Staring back at me was the sight of a purple and orange Empire State Building. I will not apologize for the eye-roll that followed. Sometimes, New York, you're a little much.

Interior Design Mag

Ok, so this will be down and dirty. I only have a few minutes to spare. But how friggin' fantastic are these designs below? They (and other really great new products) are some of this year's Best of Year Awards Finalists by Interior Design Magazine.

[I want to lay in the middle of this rug and pet it.]

[lovely classic piece with such a subtle twist.]

[lust]