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Because I am a slave to my job, (at least until October 13) it seems as though I am living in a monstrous black hole that is only going to grow until I can breath a huge sigh of relief post-fashion everthing come mid-October.Now in months past, the intense stress from crazy hours and in my mind, unrealistic expectations might have led to cupcakes (not one, but 10.)However, I'd like to think that a floor-length gown, and a mask that sparkles can take a girl's mind off cupcakes. And it did...
Pow, pow.... pow.Pow. NO cupcakes tonight. More writing tomorrow.
Medidate me cupcake. Encircle me in your sweet sugary goodness.Take me away, from what I do everyday, and make me feel better today.(Couldn't resist.)Working this much could make anyone want to rhyme on the fly.
Ommm...
Is there anything better than waking up on a Sunday morning to a clear crisp day after the rain?I didn't think so.Although eating cupcakes for breakfast runs a close second.
Friday's food for thought as it rains on stanley for the first time in many, many moons...Monster, monster... You come in many forms... cupcakes (only sometimes), nightmares that scare, work that takes everything and the neverending uncertainty that comes with living in LA at 25.Now and then it's too easy to think you're still there under my bed. Who knew it would simply take a leap into the taboo to change the cupcakes to (not cupcakes,) the nightmares to sheep, the work to just 'work' and the uncertainty to... well, that one is a little more involved. At any rate (as my Dad would say) not me.I'm a believer...
Let's talk nicknames.Can you imagine a little boy (or a big boy for that matter) calling his buddy anything but, well, buddy? Boys can be so awkward...Even amongst girlfriends we have nicknames for each other- sweetie, hun or hunny (always with a 'u' p.s.) lovah, loves, b, jc, stink, chuck, etcera, etcera.Nicknames go for sisters too...I have been (and always will be) shay-she or shaysh to my little sis. In high school I was glick (a last name I could never get used to as a first) and at santa barabara it was a free-for-all; I was shane, shanes, shana-thew, na-na (thanks b) and a favorite, shana audrey. Now in LA, I am shan at work (still pronounced shane) and occasionally sugar shana... a nickname I could get used to.But the worst culprits of nickname abuse are certain couples who I truly believe have forgotten, never known or possibly can't articulate one another's names. The truth is, I quite like a nickname now and again. It's intimate and sweet and only someone who actually cares will go there. I'm telling you, I am ok with a 'baby' here and a 'babe' there (I myself prefer cupcake or sugar,) but it's when those around you can't tell the difference between your babe and his baby, that you babe, have a problem.So, as an expert, I have devised one full-proof way of curing the nickname epidemic that has gripped my little LA existence...Eat cupcakes?It's only temporary, but for those 30 seconds, you are just another baby or babe with a mouthful of cupcake... sugar.
Lil' sister birthday.
If little means twenty-two.
Here's a cupcake, stink.
Because I am a slave to my job, (at least until October 13) it seems as though I am living in a monstrous black hole that is only going to grow until I can breath a huge sigh of relief post-fashion everthing come mid-October.
