She's obsessed

xo jess

ROAD TRIP

I just realized we havent introduced Sean on this blog yet. He's our new roommate.. The one that moved in when Jess left us. He's awesome but We'll talk about him another time. In approximatley 49 minutes Sean, Robyn and I will be headed to Vancouver to see Jess! and Party and eat so much good food and dance our faces off and meet lotsa cute boys. Its going to be sooooo FUN! I love roadtrips YAY! Ps.. has anyone been on foodgawker in the last few days? Is it just me or are all the food bloggers obsessed with cone shaped food lately? Ive seen so many cone shaped mounds of rice, jello, other weird desserts and its totally weirding me out! nicole! PARTY PANTS ARE ON!

i feel better

step 1) get stoned
step 2) watch these videos
step 3) enjoy!
 

-robyncam

let's get drunk and eat waffles

ecstatic! this weekend we get to go see jess! can i hear a woo woo!? I'm: a) so excited about: a1) all the drinks we gunna' drank a2) all the food we gunna' feed a3) all the booties im gunna' shake! road trips + vancouver + nicole + jess + robyn (+sean) + booze = fun, fun, fun till my daddy takes the t-bird away

robyncam

Amen, sister!

"This is my life!"

xo jess

Keep Calm and Carry On

Unpleasant Surprise of the day.. When someone slams the door shut in the middle stall of the bathroom at work, the door to the stall left of it will pop open. Wide. Open. And since it's one of those wheelchair accessible stalls, it may or may not be impossible to grab that wide open door and shut it without having to get off your seat.

Currently accepting resumes, my ass.

Applying for jobs is the worst!!!

You know, when you walk in and you are all spiffed up and holding your freshly printed resume and all the staff and customers stare at you until you spit out that you are "looking for a manager because you would like to drop off a resume...?" or that you would like to "fill out an application...?? Please?". I don't know about you guys, but I usually stutter, at least once.
And then they put your resume on file, or in the garbage. I don't know.

How is it that my smelly brother gets jobs left, right, and center? I clean up way prettier than he does.

On a much much happier note, isn't this wonderful?

xo jess