Things I Love Thursday
The Dish the Dish the Dish the Dish the Dish. If for no other reason than he buys wine with illustrations of Mexican wrestling masks on the front. See also: he is rad beyond belief. Truth.
Whitening toothpaste… Because, I swear, it has saved my life so many times. It really does remove stains from ANYTHING, including hot pink hair dye off polished wooden floors. Yow! Oh, any brand will do, just slap it on nice & thick, leave it for a bit (sometimes 5 minutes will do it, but when I’m really freaked out I leave it on for an hour or two), then scrub it off with one of those green scratchy pad things you use for scouring dishes. Good as new mate, right as rain love!
Rob Brezsny… again. One day I would like to meet the man & give him a hug.
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): I was listening to a sports talk show on the radio. The host had recently discovered Twitter, and was pleased with how many fans he had already accumulated. But he was not at all happy with the words “Twitter” or “tweet.” Too effeminate, he said. Not macho enough for a he-man like himself to use comfortably. In fact, he promised that he would never again refer to his Twitter messages as “tweets,” but would hereafter call them “spurts.” Instead of “Twitter,” he would say “Twister.” I encourage you to draw inspiration from his example, Virgo. You’re in an astrological phase when you can and should reconfigure anything that doesn’t suit your needs or accommodate your spirit, whether it’s the language you use, the environments you hang out in, or the processes you’re working on.
Travel anticipation & when I say travel, I mean travel. Let’s review. Las Vegas from Monday the 31st of August to Wednesday the 2nd of September. Auckland, New Zealand (HOLLA!) from the 3rd of September to… well… I’m not sure. I will be there a week or so. Back to New York somewhere around my birthday (13th September!), & London from the 16th of September to the 23rd. Then I am going to come back to New York & sleep for a zillion years. Sounds good. But I am excited about seeing all my friends (& parents!) in Auckland, being dazzled by the madness of Las Vegas, & experiencing London Fashion Week for the very first time. I haven’t left New York in 3 months! It will be good fun to mix it up.
Notorious B.I.G. GOD Christopher Wallace I LOVE YOU. ‘NUFF SAID. “Sold more powder than Johnson & Johnson!”
This piece of writing by an unknown author:
To “let go” does not mean to stop caring, it means I can’t do it for someone else. To “let go” is not to enable, but to allow the realization I can’t control another. To “let go” is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands. To “let go” is not to try to change or blame another, it is to make the most of myself. To “let go” is not to care for, but to care about. To “let go” is not to fix, but to be supportive. To “let go” is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being. To “let go” is not to be in the middle of arranging all the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their own destinies. To “let go” is not to be protective, it is to permit another to face reality. To “let go” is not to deny, but to accept. To “let go” is not to nag, scold, or argue, but instead to search out my own shortcomings & to correct them. To “let go” is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes, & to cherish myself in it. To “let go” is not to criticize & regulate anybody, but to try to become what I dream I can be. To “let go” is not to regret the past, but to grow & to live for the future. To “let go” is to fear less & to love more.
Honourable mentions: Over-the-knee socks worn with Fauxbiagas; Cuban food; watching New York Minute while I work; weird old men who sing “Monster Mash” when Nubby & I walk past; seeing Nadia!; stationery shops; making friends with my neighbours; cute new puppies on the street (my neighbour has this Maltese/Poodle cross, oh my GOD, adorbs to the max, & I just started dogsitting him, AHHHH, photos to come, you can never have enough doggy love, for real); “What is this place?” “I don’t know, but I think we found our people”; looking at the dogs for adoption on the ASPCA site (& reading the comments: so funny & cute); my new oversized Moleskine (it’s this one & I love it!); Aleister Crowley obsessions; David Barton’s haunted mansion gym; looking at apartments on Craigslist; secret jottings; lunch meetings with my ChinaShop chums (chums! I love that word too! Mark it up!); exciting new assignments & ways to challenge myself; RedBull energy shots (whoah, evil); “Did you say ‘tugging my glute’?!”; giving Nubs a Biggie education; listening to Nubby laugh while she listens to Biggie’s lyrics; thinking about Hunter S. Thompson; blossoms in jars; royal purple nailpolish; sequinned suspender belts; re-watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl; covering Hank’s head with a blanket; Snoop Dogg; seeing cool Scottish men in the morning; “Aren’t you supposed to be working on your podcast as opposed to watching videos about furries?”; coppelgangers (doppelgangers in police uniforms); Haruki Murakami; S&M salad for breakfast; sore muscles; trashy lingerie; “Oh whatever, you’re too short to have feelings” (heeeeeee, said with love, I swear!); dreaming about fashion week (actually dreaming); holding hands with my favourite person; French accents; Hank Williams.
What’s filling your heart with cute today? Today is a good day for L-U-R-V-E! Love love love! Please tell us!
P.S. Your list will be more fun if you smile while you write it… Sounds kooky but it’s true… !