Tuesday, March 31, 2009

here i am...

...and there i go!

craziness in central arkansas. CRAZINESS. allow me to elaborate. (you know i couldn't be succinct even if my life depended on it. he he he.) i am currently...
  • remembering that short work weeks are always actually the longest
  • leaving for the golden state in approximately 50ish hours with nothing yet packed
  • looking for new place to live as mine is no longer available, but...
  • ...totally fine with it, and maybe...
  • ...sort of kind of excited to have some new hotness!
  • wondering if my girl celia will get the boot on antm after that outburst last week
  • over-caffeinating and,
  • more than likely regretting that soon
  • guessing that, if my list-making skills are any indication, i am maybe better at twittering than blogging

okay, i guess that's about it. maybe it's less crazy around here than i thought. the excess coffee gives me a sense of urgency. :) seacrest OUT.

Friday, March 27, 2009

oh good gravy

i can be such a baby about shit sometimes. i need to remember more often that i am not 12.5 years old, i am a whopping 25.5. grow up. for real. :)

this weekend's forecast be damned, i will have a good time. and it will start at 5pm sharp. pedicure, consignment shop, maybe a movie, spa night, and as always, plenty of vino. give me a call if you want to play. i'm a playing kind of mood, and i plan to stay that way, no matter what my inner teenager has to say about it. kiss kiss.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

bullshit inspired by bullshit

i feel like someone shit in my cheerios.
so we're chit-chatting, right? we do that every day. sometimes multiple times a day. and whether the conversation is two minutes or two hours, i soak up every second. i laugh, i pout, i entertain, i swoon. last night's chit chat was no different. and then something is said that stops me right in my tracks. it wasn't a big deal, and i am surely the only one still thinking about it. but it's not so much what was said, as what was implied. that's not true. it's not so much what was said, as what i inferred, as i'm sure there were no implications attached (there never really are). but it's got me thinking, thinking too much probably. one little statement invokes a million questions, none of which i can answer, none of which i can even think about much longer without going crazy. i've beat it to death in my head by now, for sure, so i'm going to try and give it a rest. the questions can wait.

Monday, March 23, 2009

scratchin' and survivin'

good tiiiiiiiimes! (remember that show? anyone?)

god DAAAANG this weekend was so good. SO good. beers after work, margaritas and yummy mexican food, pictures galore and friends i adore (and inadvertent rhymes), old school rap and mind-numbing country songs, ping pong in the garage and not enough sleep, new ass-kicking skills courtesy of a real-life black belt, hamburgers and sunshine, blue moon and ladder ball, long drives out to the bo-jacks and infinitely more beers, couch time and chick flicks, lazy half-naps and laundry on the line. and, as always, funny text messages and sweet, long phone calls interspersed.

it was good to see you guys, and that may be the understatement of the year.

spring is officially here. i'm sure this means that more of the same is on its way. i am, in a word, ecstatic.

Thursday, March 19, 2009


i've been happily as busy as a bee lately, and all the activity is affecting my attention span in a pretty serious way. (alliteration alert!) i am having some trouble concentrating on anything for longer than about twenty minutes. i run around in my head all day like a sugared-up toddler. it seems that my only break is sleep, which i'm having a hard time getting these days. soundtrack for march: basement jaxx's "where's your head at?"

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

erin go braugh(less)

st. patrick's day, i love you.
my boss told me i don't look irish.
who really looks irish?
it's not like we just climbed off the boat from the motherland.
i'm celebrating.
or at home.
with someone,
i will enjoy green beers
and a complete lack of respect for my liver.
love love.

Friday, March 13, 2009


so, no one entertains me like mia sorella, megan elizabeth. she called last night to remind me that george clooney was guest starring on ER. and even though neither of us have watched that show in years, we agreed to watch and discuss for the clooney factor.

she says "i love you" 100 times before she says "goodbye."

she leaves me funny voicemails because she knows i don't check them but once every week or so, and when i finally do get around to listening to the twenty or so that i have, at least half of them are meg, and they are 100% hilarious.

it's a good thing we've got that "cell to cell" business for free, otherwise we'd go broke.

i think we can all agree she is the greatest. and today seemed like a good day to publish her fabulousness, even if i can only post a percentage of it.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

articulos favoritos

these are a few of my favorite things:
  • unpredictable weather
  • a good friend's newborn darling
  • blow-dried hair
  • happy hour(s)
  • a recent twitter obsession
  • america's next top model
  • terms of endearment (baby is my favorite)
  • sweet, sweet merlot
  • www.peoplewhodeserveit.com
  • rush hour radio
  • open windows / ceiling fan combo
  • mushy phone calls
  • upcoming travel adventures
  • super-fast workdays
  • ripe avocados
  • and you, of course

Monday, March 9, 2009

i guess i'd call it a quirk

when i've made up my mind that i do not really like someone, i let every. single. tiny. little thing that they do be the most aggravating thing in the world to me, even though he or she is often engaging in behavior that wouldn't faze me coming from anyone else.

por ejemplo:

someone at my office called me "mel" today. someone that, as is indicated by paragraph one, i have decided that i do not particularly care for. all kinds of people call me mel. mel mel. mel bell. i dig it. but when the person in question used that name to get my attention, i felt my whole face redden in irritation and immediately hoped that (s)he would stub a toe sometime in the next 24 hours.

why am i such a bundle of crazy sometimes?

Thursday, March 5, 2009

mushy mushy

i am missing you guys. everyone's a grown-up and i am still melissa. call me soon. :) xoxo

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

ready for love

all of the above is mere hours away. laugh all you want. baby's ready. that is all. (except to say that i will definitely not be making all future posts about antm.) (probably.) (sorry if you're bored.)

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

life in high def

"i am a doucherocket."

"i am the answer to every question."

i'm glad the bachelor is over. i wasn't exactly embarrassed to admit i watched it, but i wasn't writing home to my mama about it, you know? that guy is a dick. and now the whole nation knows it. good work, abc.

tyra's back tomorrow. t minus thirty-four hours until the top model premiere. i cannot convey in plain text what this does for my heart.

no news is good news. and i obviously have no news. holla. xo.

p.s. when i'm making my posts now, the pictures don't show up, the htmls do. so i can't center words underneath pictures (clearly). i think this is taking away from things. help appreciated.