This makes me ache with longing.


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"Well, paint my door red and call me Elizabeth Arden."

Confession: I didn’t clean at all yesterday like I said I would. I caught up on GoT, played with the kittens outside for a while, took Gus outside to enjoy the weather, gave Gus a puppy massage, gorged on my favorite takeout, watched a really surprisingly funny movie (Ass Backwards), started another one that made me cry within 5 minutes and just generally took the day off like I was supposed to.


theres no cliche i love more than the ‘hate eachother at first - end up banging at the kitchen floor after months of pent up sexual frustration and passive aggressive innuendos’ cliche

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Not gonna lie, that armadillo cake looks delish.

Truvy: "In a good shoe, I wear a size six, but a seven feels so good, I buy a size eight."
Clairee: "They're an eight and a half."
Truvy: "Perfect."


Steel Magnolias (1989)


Steel Magnolias (1989)

Louisiana is green everywhere right now. On a related note: I’m watching Steel Magnolias right now. I love every one of these characters so fucking much. One of my favorite and most quoted movies.

Currently shopping for gumbo bowls for Mother’s Day.


The Beautiful Marilyn Monroe 


The Beautiful Marilyn Monroe 

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if someone tells you you’re beautiful, you tell them they are too. if someone says they love you, decide if they mean it before you say it in return. if a boy tells you he’d date you if you didn’t smoke, light a cigarette and walk away. if your mother screams at you because she’s had a bad day, close your eyes and leave her to her anger. if last nights lover doesn’t call you back, do not cry and blame yourself.

This is important

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420 is so close I can almost taste all the bad jokes I’ll have to weed through

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Holy shit,

So, LDR is in a week. It’s real. This is really happening! A week! I’m overjoyed and overwhelmed. 

I used every work day last week to try different makeup looks and I plan on using next week as practice hair days. I have a few things in mind, but if you’ve stepped foot in South Louisiana, you know that the air is basically 10000% moisture and my hair can go from sleek and sexy to this

the second I step out the door. So, I have weather and shit to consider.

I need a clean space around me to really experiment and get creative in. So, that means that this entire weekend is going to be all about getting my little barn clean. That’s not easy when I have a real MLP.

(My big baby on his birthday)

Cleaning my space is no easy task when you consider my enormously gross roommate. He can’t help it. He’s disgusting. He loves it. And I love him. And my functionality dips sometimes and cleaning falls behind and I end up in the situation I’m in now which is that every square inch of my space needs to be cleaned. 

So, this is a long weekend as I have today off for Good Friday (one of the perks of living in a Catholic community). I’ll be skipping the crawfish boils and missing this unbelievable weather we’re having which is nothing more than the few days of Spring we get before it’s hot as the devil’s dick outside and you’re drenched in sweat from the car to the front door (expect a SHIT TON of posts from me complaining about the heat and humidity this summer {Have I mentioned that like everything else in my car, my air conditioner is a piece of shit and doesn’t really work?}) and staying in to clean and sanitize and declutter the fuck out of my place.

Spring cleaning, that’s what that’s called. Mine gets intense, though. I can’t just open the closet to sweep it out, I have to go through everything in it and fawn over the sentimental stuff I hoard and try to make decisions about what to keep or if I should reorganize it all and it turns into a big thing. In fact, it’s more about trying to make it all accessible and compact cause I learned the hard way that you should never get rid of that sentimental stuff.

Look, I know this sounds like nbd, but it’s a daunting task for me. 

But, it’s gotta be done. 

So, I’ll be channelling my inner Cinderella this weekend.

Next week is all hard prep for Lana.


  • practicing hair
  • practicing makeup
  • choosing outfit
  • eyelashes
  • choosing shoes
  • nails
  • toenails
  • body
  • and wrapping up work projects

So, yeah, a lot.

It’ll be worth it. Y’all, I already know how this is gonna go down. Denise & I are going to be in the front, fa sho. Fuck everybody else. We’re gonna be close enough for her to sweat on us. And Denise & I attract looks and attention pretty much anywhere we go. We’re both gorgeous, curvy, delicious Glamazons who look a little different than most people around us. That, combined with our confidence and natural ability to dominate attention and our rapport that involves a near-constant stream of laughter is the kind of aura will have Lana looking in our direction. Now, add to that that we’ll be singing along with every word and I will def be crying like a goon cause I can’t contain joy (e.g. RHCP concert, Madonna concert during ‘Like a Prayer, Passion Pit concert, see a pattern?) So, yeah, she’ll see us, we’ll get invited to the green room that we’ll really turn into a green room, then, high as fuck, we’ll all bond and form a friendship, and we’ll be besties with LDR, and discuss The House of Yes extensively and we’ll live happily ever after…::sigh::

I don’t care that you’re judging me right now.

But first (as I’ve already checked masturbation off the list thanks to Faye Reagan), I gotta get high, catch up on GoT, have a little something to eat, prrrrobably smoke again, and then get started on cleaning this bitch.