...m e e p.

happy thanksgiving!

xxx:
what are you up to this week?
me:
gettin my fat suit onnn. and u?
xxx:
where? did you get your holiday celebrations mixed up? lol
me:
that's not what i meant.

a ‘hybrid documentary’ as wiki calls it, ft. michael cera and charlyne yi. who just make me smile.

actually the trailer alone made me smile and laugh a bit. so to rationalize this out, it must mean the entire movie will make me beam with delight and laugh a lot.
for once there’s something dragging me to the theaters following the anticipation of the only other movie i was willing to go to the theater for, new york, i love you.

this is a big deal. after all, i do wake up and stare at my white walls 12am-12am, monday-sunday. which is all i do, according to my friends.

Géraldine Georges

via bt the lazy @ss

Totokaelo 

3.1 phillip lim.

that jacket / vest / outfit. noice.

current state....l i b e r a t e d

peaceful…happy.
was in my mind today walking in the rain having a long chat.
haven’t felt like this in awhile i realized. and no i dont want to give this up.
sometimes you just need a week, a day, or even just an hour to be reminded.
enough leaps for now.
time is prrrrreetty darn powerful.

i think i can do cartwheels down the stairs now. thinking about that pumpkin ice cream pie. brown sugar ice cream. funfetti. and i guess a turducken. and um, “riot juice”.

here’s a closer look at the marnis.
for some reason…love.

[via]

so i’ve been asked by sammy for a very exciting task - to help find/choose her ‘statement’ shoes under her wedding dress. as a result of this, i’ve been exploded in the face with images of shoes i am lusting over. this doesn’t happen very often.

if i had a shoe collective haul right now itd probably look sthng like this
such a materialistic post. i know right.
evidently ‘blue’ is the color.

from top row:

  • cesare paciotti, the old curiosity shop, hussein chalayan (love the screws)
  • icone, ysl, ysl (love the suede detail)
  • pierre hardy (love the blue suede on grey heel), paul smith, marni
  • diego dolcini, marni, bottega veneta

via:
[thecorner.com]
[farfetch.com]

perspectives: bfast sandwich for lunch - no cheese.

lately, i’ve been really into jumping out of my seat at 11:30 and running down to ghaz’s cart for a bfast sammich right before 12 before their grill shuts down. yesterday i missed it and by default had to get one at dd [blegh forreals].

(yes. i know. bfast sammich gets its name for a reason)
but im inching towards my post-quarter life mark in a few weeks, i can get a breakfast sammich for lunch if i want to - AITE.

so…before you get into this, know this:
i hate egg w/ cheese. it’s like stank central.

observation.

1. @ DD [yesteday] - i specifically asked for egg and ham on a bagel, nothing else. she even said, “nothing else? just egg and ham on bagel?” i reply, “yes”. to my disappointment i found cheese melted all over.

2. @ ghaz’s cart [today] - “just egg and ham? nothing else?” i reply, “yes, and pepper. like salt and pepper sorta pepper”. to my disappointment, 2 days in a row, i found even more cheese melted all over, overflowing style all over the wax paper.

i’m so pist off. i’ve been forced to eat cheese 2 days in a row. bright @ss yellow cheddar cheese. so my point is, in a breakfast vendor’s perspective, is cheese a given? is it stuck on the f’ing bread? i dont think so.


so i’ve learned my lesson. always tell the bfast vendor, “no cheese” b/c the question “nothing else?” doesn’t serve the purpose.

stolen from 13thWitness. via bt.

kew.

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