polka dots and candy bars

It's just one of those days where I can't really think of a post, but want to write something. So, why not put a little bit of the good, the bad, and the REALLY ugly pickup lines out there. Trust me, I've been privy to QUITE a few. One of my friends tends to think it's because I'm too easy to smile (I've definitely been told that I'm sucker for the Save the Children people, but that's because their tagline, DO YOU HAVE MOMENT TO CHANGE A CHILD"S LIFE, is too damn heartwarming. Sorry, have a heart, which is also a new discovery). Which, basically translates to, Stop being a freaking sucker E. I mean, I kind of agree. It's quite amazing that I'm not bankrupt from charitable donations--I thank sunglasses. Anyway, horrible one-liners after the jump, along with my reactions. "Can I buy you a drink?" -  I was drinking water " Hey girl, what you listening to? Oh, Britney? I LOVE HER! She's my gurl. I love that song, Toxic. Th

How do we feel about selfies? I ask this because the "selfie" seems to be on the rise. For those of you that don't know, the "selfie" is a photo that one takes of themselves  for some notable reason (i.e. cute outfit, new piercing, bruise/black eye, narcissism). I ask this because yesterday evening I was on the metro and I spied a woman a couple seats over and up (emphasis on WOMAN, instead of a 15 year old girl) taking a selfie...on a decently crowded metro car...in FULL VIEW of others. So, I ask, "HOW IS THIS OK??" Are we as a society so devoid of social graces in this technology age that it is OK  for some random bittie to take a selfie on the metro and no one even blink (except me, of course)? There's the obvious fact that if she'd wanted a picture of herself on the metro that she could've asked one of the 8-10 other people around her to, please sir, take my picture next to this hideous orange seats. And, someone I'm sure of it, wou

So, I've been taking a couple of online classes recently just to keep my mind busy with something other than the newest plot lines on Real Housewives of Atlanta (Though, let's be real, what's more enjoyable than the lovely Nene Leakes? Few things dears, few things.). Anyway, the assignment that I completed last night was pretty interesting, so I thought I'd share my finished product (along with the prompt) with y'all. I was also gifted a year subscription to "The New Yorker" by my work husband, so that's where the picture referenced in the assignment comes from. Side note: I've recently become obsessed with Selena Gomez and as such, have decided to forgive her for the Justin Bieber thing. HE WAS MY MAN WOMAN!! Though, him cutting off the hair swoop kind of killed it for me. Or, as a doctor might say, "Lowered my Bieber fever". Yuk yuk. I partially blame the ghey bars for the sudden Selena obsesh. They played TWO songs of hers back to back

Perhaps it was the idea of creating stories for the whimsical creatures that always graced the J.Crew catalog that made receiving the catalog during different seasons so exciting. Or, the myriad of outfits that I could create by buying one shirt, skirt, or pair of shorts. But, one thing is for sure, once the J.Crew catalog arrived, a huge smile would appear on my face and there was a definite spring in my step as I thumbed through the pages. Reading through the catalog and marking things that I wanted (even if I wasn't able to actually buy  them) felt so... grown up. It signaled to me the ability to have the power to create an image for myself and, along with that image, a life.  So, while I wouldn't characterize my style with any one adjective, I would venture to say that many might write me off as old school prep (Ha! Not including that last picture that I've uploaded where I'm channeling the 'Mad Men' era), I'd like to think that I tend to dress preppy