Feeling whimsical and love drunk

Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward from a cute Cup of Jo post about meeting your significant other

My bf and I recently stumbled upon our Facebook convo thread that chronicles our 10 year friendship. We just got together this past March! Reading the random posts was so funny and intense... we wrote really racy messages, and WERE JUST FRIENDS... how did our respective significant others of the time NOT GET PISSED!?

Take a minute and relish old notes and mementos... I think you'll be pleasantly surprised and amused, most often than not! 

JLO KNOWS BEST

From Glamour:

Notice that pearly sheen that catches the light at different points on her face? That's highlighter. And here's where I see it:

Down her nose.

Along her upper lip line.

On her cheekbones.

On the "ball" of her chin, just under her lower lip.

Across her forehead about 1 1/2 inches below her hairline.

Right under the arch of her eyebrows.

Basically, it's on all the "high points" of her face which would normally catch the light on their own anyway. But with a little highlighter, it makes her look more glowy than any one person ever has in history.

So there it is: every spot Jennifer Lopez wears highlighter. 

*I am procrastinating.
This was in my email... had to cite it for future use. 

For when you're not over someone

I Don’t Want To Love You Anymore May. 28, 2013 By Jen Glantz

Via Thought Catalog

Jen Glantz writes stories that occupy a confessional territory where she exposes her deep love affair with New York.

I don’t want to love you anymore because I want to go to sleep. The hours tip toe around one another, while I’m wide-awake, talking the ears off of the sheep above my head. They are smoking cigarettes, rolling their eyes, yelling profane things back at me hoping I’ll just fall asleep already so they can go about their nightly business.
Because I want to be able to go on a date with someone new and not think about you. Not compare the poor lad’s jaw structure to the ways of your chiseled face or think about how I can’t wait to order oysters as an appetizer because I know you’d be thrilled to share them with me. I want to be able to French kiss someone else without thinking about the swirls of your tongue on the roof of my mouth, like defined brush strokes on a familiar canvas.
I don’t want to love you anymore because I’m sick of feeling upset, all the time. I don’t want my heart to break again and again when my friends nonchalantly ask me about you. I don’t know where you are, what you’re eating for lunch, the latest book you’re struggling to get through. I don’t know anything about you anymore. But they won’t stop asking.
I don’t want to love you anymore because everything reminds me of you. The most ridiculous things remind me of you.

Because it’s hard to move on.
Because I don’t know how.
Because I’m no good at it. My grade school report card would read: excellent at sharing, storytelling, and being an enthusiastic line leader. Needs to work on mastering the dynamic elements of falling in love.

I don’t want to love you anymore because you give me permanent acid reflex and indigestion. The nerves bubble in my stomach and I’m overcome with this anxious spell like I’m one of the last kids waiting to get picked for the kickball team. You’re taking a long time to make your selection and my legs are beginning to shake because I have to pee and also, the granola bars in the dugout are making intense eye contact with me.

 
I don’t want to love you anymore because I forgot how to love myself. I won’t shower, or eat, or sleep, or smile for days. These are things I want to love, again, more than you.

I don’t want to love you anymore because it’s never fun being the only one in love. It feels like you’re making out with a plastered wall or sending undeliverable pieces of mail. It’s miserable and lonely; and I don’t want to love you anymore because then maybe I’ll finally be able to find someone who loves me back.

*I really liked this piece and wish I had read it when I was miserable, not too many months ago. I think she accurately expressed a very poignant reminder that we need to give value to the people who wish to be in our presence. We also need to (hopefully) give humility to those who don't. This idea helped me move on, re-evaluate my self respect, and helped me regain my identity. Further, it definitely made me open to love from the most kind hearted boy I've ever known. The best part is that we were under each other's noses for ten years. It's like Winnie and Kevin Arnold or Corey and Topanga type of love—only not fruity and melodramatic

Now, to liven up the mood a bit, to feel happy, and to stomp your foot along to the base drum, listen to this awesome song:

Blitzen Trapper's FURR

You should play it in the car, loud and with the wind blowing and messing up your hair. I had the pleasure of doing that this weekend, sitting shotgun next to the best boy.

Celebrities, they're just like us!

Andy would have definitely graced the pages of US Weekly's "Celebrities, they're just like us" with these images. He looks like just another dude in the grocery store.

Andy Warhol would have made an ideal extreme couponer.

Via Retronaut



Bottoms up! (vegan, gf)

OBSESSED WITH:

I found Perfect Food Raw (in chocolate flavor) at my local organic market. I'm a sucker for trying supplements and whatever claims to make me a bionic woman, and these caught my eye a few weeks ago. I've been drinking a glass of vanilla flavored almond milk with a packet of chocolate Perfect Raw Food, every morning. This holds me over until I get hungry for breakfast at work. I LOVE IT!

The instructions say to mix the supplement with water... I think this is bizarre and gross in theory (chocolate flavored plant enzymes in water... vomit in my mouth). 

Instead, I decided to make mine with milk because it seemed like it would be similar to mixing Nesquik with milk. I used to love chocolate Nesquik when I was little!

 I use a blender to get the drink smooth because I have yet to successfully mix the supplement in the milk stirring by hand.

Lastly, I've found that the trick to making this beverage a treat is to use very cold milk! 

It's refreshing and filling. I really think the cold temperature and the milk mask whatever "weird" flavor the supplement might have. My boyfriend thinks I'm a pyscho and doesn't understand how I tricked my brain into loving this combination. 

 

Love you Mindy!

C'est la vie. 

THIS IS SO WEIRD... (Experiment)

...I WILL HAVE TO TRY IT.

Pinterest, you never cease to amuse me with your crazy claims and silly suggestions:

"Get rid of unwanted hair ANYWHERE! For 1 week, rub 2 tbsp coffee grounds mixed with 1 tsp baking soda. The baking soda intensifies the compounds of the coffee breaking down the hair follicles at the root"

No. I do not have a beard. If I did, my blog would have a mass following because everyone would want to know about the modern bearded girl's trials and tribulations and I'd definitely have my own show on TLC.

Go figure... on Monday, I was acknowledging this..!

Made me laugh