Come again another day

So,

Y'all know I love my crappy homemade videos. And since Irene has trapped me indoors (as if I normally go out on weekends..hah!) anyway, I have been able to answer all of your unspoken wishes for more of the aforementioned videos.

Enjoy this one. I like to call it "Back to School: The Hurricane Irene Edition"

Lori Ann

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

These are what I like to call "end of the world" clouds. I haven't been in a hurricane in years. If I don't make it, tell lots of exaggerated stories of my greatness!

On a sad note, today I found out that Henry is being transferred to another department. All of the plans I made- the Jane Austen movie parties, the BFF shopping trips, the spying on hot Amish boys- they will never be realized.

Oh Henry.

My blog title is a tribute to him. He loves Oscar Wilde.

Lori Ann

I'll make it to the moon

I've learned a lot of lessons in my life.

Don't get a credit card if you don't have a job.

Don't wear heels if you don't know what you're doing.

Don't lend money to friends.

Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line.

Today; however, I learned another powerful life lesson, which I would be remiss if I did not share with you.

Never try to magic erase your own skin.

Oh yes, no matter how much of a good idea it seems like in the moment- your skin will end up looking like this.

and; for those of you who follow my hairstyle and fashion choices religiously, here is the new hair:)

And this is why I don't put many pics on this blog. I look totally insane!!

Lori Ann

He's running in slow motion again

Random Thoughts Tuesday Night/Early Wednesday Morning

I completely missed the Earthquake. Although I plan to tell increasingly grand stories about my experience in it.

This week I have so many more reasons to hate Henry (my work partner): he had girl scout cookies at his reception, he wore suspenders, he lives in a magically quaint Colonial townhouse, and he allegedly has a 6 slot industrial toaster. He's living my dream life, damn it! Tonight, when we left work, he was going home to a romantic dinner with champagne. I was going home to peach jam.

Now that I've chopped my hair, I keep seeing girls with long, beautiful hair. Oh well. It's a good thing I am super fabulous with or without hair.

I have realized that there was one thing I loved about the South, without ever realizing it. The traffic. I was never ONCE in a traffic jam in North Carolina. I have been in one DAILY here.

I wish I were more glib. This blog should be one snappy one liner after another. Prepare for more glibness in the near future:)

Honey badger don't care. Honey Badger takes what it wants= Best Youtube video since the bed intruder.

Lori Ann

The closer I am to fine

Another item crossed off my Life Ambition List!

Lori Ann

I'm bringing sexy back

Battle # 1 in the official "War not to be Henry's frumpy sidekick"

I've got these same shoes in green too. So, yeah..I'm prepared for every contingency.

I figure this time next year, I will be lacing up my hooker boots with six inch stilettos and adjusting my (garment approved) mini dress.

Boo-yah.

Lori Ann

You have knocked me off my feet again

Dude,

My life becomes more and more like a fairly uninteresting soap opera every day.

Today I sufferred the torment of the..well..tormented... when I realized that I will never be able to compete with my work partner. He is well dressed, articulate, funny, and he has a Coach man's bag.

I am officially his frumpy sidekick.

This commute is killing me. KILLING ME. 58.8 miles each way.

On the bright side, I am completely motivated to get an apartment, ASAP.

I saw the Amish today.

My sister has been recommending Amish romances to me for a while. Trying to lure me away from my trashy novels, I guess. She would be pleased to hear that I read my first Amish romance yesterday. It was epic. There was only one poorly written kiss at the end. (Correct me if I am wrong, but no kissing scene in a book should use the words "spit" and "saliva" more than 6 or 7 times, right?)

You guys, if Henry (my work partner) tells me he can teach me how to do my makeup again, should I laugh? Or is it ok to start crying??

Lori Ann