Ramble.

My Yogi tea relayed "Speak the truth," to me today. This makes more sense.

Few days ago I tried my hand at CHEWY oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. I got everything except the chewy part. Next time I will HEED the directions that read "bake 12-15 minutes," and ignore my judgement of "Eh, they don't look done and they aren't burnt so I'll leave them in for another 15 minutes!"

The bonus, I have a rock hard oatmeal cookies for any time of the day. If they didn't have chocolate in them, I'd take them to a shelter and feed them to dogs.
Speaking of pups, Martha Stewarts little baby chow, Ghengis Khan ( I approve of this name for a pet ), died in an explosion over the weekend. Along with 17 other dogs. Bummer.

ARTICLE HERE.

I wonder if work can make me the exception today and allow a hoodie and sweatpants into the dress code. That'd probably make my day.

Something to sip on.

I think it's safe to say that I am an avid drinker of Yogi tea. The packaging is a dream, the teas are delicious, and on each tea bag string comes a tiny note attached to make you think or feel good about something. Zen. Nirvana. Om. In tea.
I tear most of the tags off their strings and either tape them to the back door at work (yup, I'm that guy) or I put them in this little dish in my kitchen. I like nice things. Maybe they'll provide me with positive energy when I'm about ready to run over puppies and kittens with a bulldozer.

Today, however, my green tea told me this;


Your infinity in you is the reality in you.



... oh yeah?
Maybe I'm just not feeling deep enough now to really get it. I really don't get it. Do I have an infinity?
Are they talking about... my soul? And that my eternal soul is my reality....?
I kind of just want to steep another bag and forget the whole thing.


I'm putting this tag with the "Your breath is the voice of your soul," one.
Actually, That'd be a good one to tape up in my bathroom while I'm doin that tooth brushin thing. Flossin. Cool. Silent, minty fresh soul, baby.

It's here! It's TIME.

YES, my lovelies. At two AM this morning the best man made decision of all time took place.



"Spring Ahead." Daylight Savings.
Time travel!


I've been waiting for this day since we fell backwards.
Daylight Savings is most definitely a holiday in my eyes. Staying up until 6 am never felt so cool.
.... Yeah it has.

I need some tea. And a shower. ASAP.

I get innnn to it.

I would call this my guilty pleasure list, but after listening to it... It's mostly my "I'm going to dance now," list.
Completely guilty.
It's like my ass can't help it.


1) Crack a Bottle - Eminem
Marshall Mathers, Dr. Dre, AND 50 cent. Yes, that's my true guilty pleasure crew all in one song.

2) Gives you Hell - All American Rejects
I tried really hard to not like it. But all I can picture are house parties.. And yeah, I hope it does give you hell. Girls and guys alike.

3) Let Me See Your Hips SWING - Savage
I KNOW. I'm still not over it. I'm beating the dead horse. I don't even care.

4) AND 5) Ron Brownz Remixes of Pop Champagne and Arab Money
Can I help that I like to feel like I need to belly dance? No. It just happens. And, I want to see YOU dance.

6) Get Up - 50 cent.
AHHH!! If you know what k(c)rumping is, you knowww what's up.
And if you don't know what's up, take some lessons from this little guy. I wanna see you mooove.


OWWW! YES. Get Up is the song to get dowwwn to.

Okay okay.
And

7) A Milli - Lil Wayne.
YUP. I know all the words. (Sorry, Mom.) I'm tougher than Nigerian hair. It never gets old. Unless you're not me, apparently.

Play. Dance. Get sweaty. Get uppp.

( Please excuse the excessive letter use in some words. I'm just a little excited. Sometimes I type like I talk. ... .... For better or for worse. )

Talent-less.

Genius!
My talent; I can STILL do the entire breakdown rap section from TLC's Waterfalls, done by Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez. RIP. !

AMERICA's NEXT TOP MODEL - HERE I COME. I will totally blow them away with my skills.
Perhaps Ashley and I can practice tonight while baking cookies and watching the season premiere tonight. HA! I know, it's the little things.
We need a catwalk.
And some really sexy aprons to strut in.

Speaking of sexy.
If Urban Outfitters was the only retail store left to shop in, A) I would be screwed.
B) I would wear these things on the (near) daily.




Embodiment of summer.



Everyday.



Yes, I'll wear wine and shorts.



If only.



I will NEVER have enough black dresses. This is coming to my closet, hell or high waters.



Yes. Yes.



Everyday.



Only if I can have it in this pattern.



Maybe, if you forced me into it.



Yes. $58 will get me almost two full tanks of gas though.



Welp. That'd be it. Good thing Urban is not the ONLY place to shop!
Birthday dress though? Yes. Yesss.
Other news?
Two football players lost at sea.
Economy still "sucks."
And.. there are probably 10 new ways to get flatter abs.
I'm not impressed!

Four days left until DAY LIGHT SAVINGS.

Whaaat!

Alright so I guess THIS is my 100th post. Unfortunately I DON'T have anything nearly as exciting as the transparent fish head. BUT, I DO have this;

AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL CYCLE 13
ELIGIBILITY REQUIREMENTS


8. You must be AT OR UNDER five feet and seven inches (5'7") in height, although the Producers reserve the right to make case-by-case exceptions. Please note the change in this requirement from past cycles of the Series.



!@#$%^&
Noted. I'm 5'5"! I knew these baby legs would be good for something at some point.
AND it's cycle 13! Doom and Despair Cycle!
Open casting calls this Friday from 12-6pm.
Ashley and I are going to be America's Next Short Models.

I better find a pair of jeans that make my butt look real good and Lord knows I better start working on some form of sweet talent because I don't think that spelling well, counting money really fast or folding shirts perfectly counts as interesting.


Gallery Crawl following this fantastic adventure. Be there.

Stolen Girlfriends Club.

I've gone a little blog crazy. There are just so many good findings.

STOLEN GIRLFRIENDS CLUB.

This is all I need. Now I need it in America.














The clothes are wonderfully grunge meets industrial, but the jewelry is where it's at for me.
On the hunt. Especially for that bow ring.