Will be trying to do this on a monthly basis...a highlight reel of some of my favorite photos from the month. Mostly to include food porn, my messy (or clean) living space, my boy, and my drunk friends. Enjoy.
So here's a quick story about College Allie.
Unless, of course, you were a tiny puppy who was available for purchase on the internet.
College Allie had a friend (Adult Allie still has this friend), College Christine.
College versions of Allie and 'Stine were not the most responsible or thoughtful nineteen year olds on the planet. Unless you were there to waive a bottle of Malibu rum or a pack of Marlboro 27s in our faces, we were not interested in you.
Unless, of course, you were a tiny puppy who was available for purchase on the internet.
Yep. You guessed it. College Allie and College Stine hatched a plan to work maximum hours at our part-time job, cash in our parents and siblings CDs and video games at Strawberries and FunCoLand (sorry family!), and default on booze payment to our older friends while we scraped together a grand between the two of us.
And then, like only two ridiculously trusting girls would, we sent off said grand in a money order to Florida. Two weeks later; our babies arrived via US Air at Logan Airport.
And we fell in love.
I am obviously a huge procrastinator. Often times, I pick stupid things (like attempting to teach myself to make home made ravioli when I don't even own a fucking rolling pin) to consume my time that should be spent elsewhere. Other times, it is complete, mindless, stare at the iPad kind of procrastination. Neither is very good, and I'm working at improving. Or, at the very least, capturing the former type of procrastination on film.
I have recently been inspired to update this here slice of the internet, by two very different girls.
I went to high school with Melissa and happened to run into her at a bar a couple months ago. Days later, I discovered her blog, and now I am hooked: she can cook, she can bake, she can take great photos and she can write. Without even knowing it, Melissa has helped me conquer my fear of baking and/or measuring cups. I have created her Cake Batter Fudge for several occasions, always to rave reviews.
The other girl that has made me itch to figure out my online persona is YouTube phenomenon (and fellow Bostonian/Suffolk Alum) Jenna Mourey, aka Jenna Marbles. Jenna makes hilarious videos for her YouTube fans. This one is my current favorite, but they are all highly entertaining:
And, with any luck, this will encourage me to get off my blogging butt and actually do something. See you soon!
Social(media) Commentary, Part 1: eBay for Skanks
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Those close to me may be aware; I am a Gawker addict. The day I received a star for being a funny and intelligent commenter, I was elated. Like a retarded pop culture angel, earning its wings. Anyway. I was perusing my blog of choice earlier this evening, and came across this:
New Dating Site Is Indistinguishable From Prostitution
So, intriguing, obviously, right?
Like, what the fuck?
So naturally, I mosey on over to whatsyourprice.com on the iPad, and I am absolutely fascinated. The people on this site are so transparent, it's almost alarming. Upon landing at whatsyourprice, one is prompted to sign up as an "Attractive" (girls) or "Generous" (guys/wrinkly old men/rich lesbians?) member. From there, the "Attractive" users set their minimum price for a date, and the "Generous" declare how much they are willing to pay. It's not prostitution, though, the site ensures; it's strictly paying to go on a "date".
Yeah, this girl definitely wants $130 bucks to get a latte with some millionaire douche.
It's not the fact that people are seeking sex online that bothers me. With over four years of working at social network under my belt, I am well aware of the underbelly of the internet. I think it's these guys who are self-declared millionaires with a dozen pictures on the internet next to an icon showing he'll give you $200 bills reeeeeal quick if you just go out with him and maybe throw in a beej. Like, haven't you any pride, guy?
Also, this commercial really grinds my gears:
New Dating Site Is Indistinguishable From Prostitution
So, intriguing, obviously, right?
Like, what the fuck?
So naturally, I mosey on over to whatsyourprice.com on the iPad, and I am absolutely fascinated. The people on this site are so transparent, it's almost alarming. Upon landing at whatsyourprice, one is prompted to sign up as an "Attractive" (girls) or "Generous" (guys/wrinkly old men/rich lesbians?) member. From there, the "Attractive" users set their minimum price for a date, and the "Generous" declare how much they are willing to pay. It's not prostitution, though, the site ensures; it's strictly paying to go on a "date".
Yeah, this girl definitely wants $130 bucks to get a latte with some millionaire douche.
It's not the fact that people are seeking sex online that bothers me. With over four years of working at social network under my belt, I am well aware of the underbelly of the internet. I think it's these guys who are self-declared millionaires with a dozen pictures on the internet next to an icon showing he'll give you $200 bills reeeeeal quick if you just go out with him and maybe throw in a beej. Like, haven't you any pride, guy?
Also, this commercial really grinds my gears:
Please. Like any of these skeezy guys are as cute as that cartoon.
