elephant in the room

oh you gotta love that banksy. a little change from the panda-lovin, for once. in any given room, there's always a billion things that go unsaid. go long enough without saying them, and your room elephant will eventually become wallpaper. lots of things going on, which i will leave unsaid for now, especially since no one reads this thing anyway except maybe me, virgie, and andrew, but only when i tell him to. how do i feel? nervous, excited, hopeful... but for the time being, simply kind of annoyed. but it's friday, so how bad could it be?

reason to imbibe

i don't drink, but if i did, this panda colada from FINDS would be my cocktail of choice.

framed

returned to the office this morning and a little paper bag was sitting on my desk with a logo that read "GoodSkin Labs". dissed much? anyway, inside was a glasses case containing an invitation cordially inviting me to "the journey of restoring youthful gaze" via some new product called eyliplex-2. also in the case? these faboo plastic glasses without lens, which go perfectly with my where's waldo tank. LOVE 'EM. (PS look at that panda behind me, trying to be all social 'n all. awww.)

busy bee

this week has been a mad rush of photo-shooting, spinning out copy as fast as my fingers can type and brain can think, running errands, self-beautifying and packing. none of the above were done to the quality of my liking, but time constraints have the habit of doing that to you. 

GOD, packing. so many shoes, so little space. i wish all my babies could come back with me, but alas, tis not meant to be. so only the gold bridesmaid slingbacks and one of the other top four pictured will make the cut. which one will it be? america will decide, after the break. okay, too many reality shows. 

i'm fairly excited about the trip, although i have a feeling it will descend quickly in nature from a national lampoon-style spring break vacation to a four christmases (or insert other dysfunctional holiday family comedy) nightmare replete with strange antics and emotional drama. and also, my brother is getting married. my brother who is six months older than me and has been dating his girlfriend for half the time that i have mine. pressure much? haha. i don't think i'll start getting antsy until they start the baby factory. 

at the very least, it will be good to get myself a good american tan. wakeboarding sessions, including a particularly fierce one last sunday, have given me a new kind of farmer's tan. my feet and torso are completely white due to the lifejacket and wakeboard binding (that's the shoes on the board) and i have a lovely board short imprint on my thighs. that's the sexiness. 

okay, back to packing.