Lucky for it, it was expensive

Or I'd launch this son-of-a-bitch across the room out of sheer frustration.

I.

Hate.

It.

That may change someday, but for now, it's right up there with bad drivers and illegal aliens on my HATE list.

Only my hairdresser knows the truth

...about how many bobbypins are keeping this thing together, that is.

This is Jenna. She's a friend of my niece. Their prom was tonight and Jenna asked me last week if I knew how to do hair. I told her I wasn't any licensed cosmetologist, but I could probably manage an updo if she needed me to. So...with an hour's time, a hot curling iron, 500 bobbypins (okay, that MAY be an exaggeration) and some imagination, this was our creation. She loved it, but is probably cursing me right about now for the sheer amount of hairspray we used to shelaque that thing together.

Stahbucks

"What can I get started for you?"

Well, you can start by losing that lame ass "can I help you" and cut the perk down by eight decibels. Coffee. Strong. Now. That's it. Seriously? I adore Starbucks...and the caffeinated delights it brings me. And really, I can handle the occasional perkiness, but all the time? Not so much.

Btw...white chocolate mocha, whipped cream. I'll take one now, thanks.

I love this city!!

House of Blues. Chicago Theater. Nordstroms. Portillo's. Hard Rock Cafe. Hotel Sax.

Walking distance, baby. Walking. Frigging. Distance!

One more week, darlin....

Just one.
More.
Week.