blizzard thots

erica and i got bored at work today. so we thought of the various ways we could enact "fake killing" people (in a completely silly, cartoonish way, of course):

*ninja STAR!
*knife to the THROAT!
*rope HANG!
*lasso GRIP!
*SPEARED!
*PPPHHHT! (poison dart)
*bow and ARROW!
*dagger JAB!
*machine GUUNNN!
*cowboy gun PULL!

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if i was a brand of food, i'd be KASHI.

http://www.kashi.com/

if i was a magazine, i'd be REAL SIMPLE.

http://www.realsimple.com/

if i was a station on pandora, i'd be SARA BAREILLES or GAVIN DEGRAW.
http://www.sarabmusic.com/


http://www.gavindegraw.com/

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on a side note, i remembered the other day when i got the phone call to go back in for hair. i was outside of my building in stuytown and stopped dead in my tracks, mouth agape when i heard the news. then i walked around the corner and sat on that bench facing the kid's playground and called mom.

then a few days later, after i'd gone in for the audish, i was at the tea spot talking to mom about my disappointment in not getting asked to come back for them that monday. as soon as i got off the phone with mom, i had a voicemail from jordan at the public. i was sitting at my little table, crowded in between non-caring nyu-ers, drinking my pumpkin creme tea and i was again bewildered and befuddled.

i have to remember to remember moments like those. because in that space of time, i exist in a completely grounded, yet ecstatic kind of reality. and i think it's possible to always live in that place.

chocolate cookie,
b