moda vivendi

I'm just talking to myself. We do that sometimes, me and myself.

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Adding to the awkward

As if the morning wasn’t awkward enough, I get in my car after work, turn it on, back out of the spot and blow yet another belt. I swear, my car goes through belts like it’s a fashion statement.

So a belt, an alternator, and another trip with another awkward tow truck driver later.. Here we are. I think my car is mad at me because I almost parked in a pothole at Starbucks today.



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Things I will never own….

A succinct and incomplete list:

  • A minivan: even if Porsche designers have a brain aneurysm and suddenly come out with one, I will not own it.
  • Real Uggs: my fake ones are just as warm and comfy.  No need to spend hundreds of dollars on shoes that aren’t Manolos.
  • A sushi maker: too much hassle for something I don’t care for that much.  Though we did give my aunt one for her birthday this year and it does look cool…
  • One of those rat-dogs: if I wanted a rodent, I’d get another dwarf hamster.
  • A book written by Paris Hilton, the Kardashian sisters, or Snookie: isn’t the fact that they are published authors an indictment against the institution enough as it is?  No need to encourage them.
  • A Lindsay Lohan CD: oh…wait.  It was a long time ago.  And I borrowed it from a friend, I didn’t even buy it!