I hope "Cheaters" is on demand.

I'm such a brat. I cannot wait for Valentine's Day. It's not so much the gifts, or the unavoidable date night, but that your significant other fully understands that he must devote an entire day to you, for which he cannot be a) a bum, b) hungover, or c) thoughtless. I've had my share of shitty V-days, but I'm pretty sure this one will be sweet...not to mention with the next day off!

I like.

Call me what you will, I like simple accents like these...even if they are suuuper prepster.

Since there is still 3 feet of snow outside, I'm getting re-acquainted with sweaters.

I love a big, chunky knit with leggings and boots.

Fan of the tweed-y bag....not the late 90's belly chain.

The perfect "boyfriend" cardigan. I have alluded to my distaste for "cardi's" but the light fabric paired with a nice "statement" necklace

like this one, can really look relaxed and dressy at the same time.

Usually, I have to rough it up a bit with hooker heels and a hot legging like above, but I could also see the above referenced combo working with a plain scoop neck knit dress ala American Apparel. Thoughts? And, not to be overly cliche, but the pink would be "cute" (gag) for a Valentine's Day excursion like dinner & a movie.

Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in

Just another day in the office...but a round of applause for my first post in weeks!

Back in heels (yay!!!) but completely overwhelmed by the last few weeks. I went back to del-a-where? for the Thanksgiving holiday, caught up with old friends, and of course some Black Friday retail therapy. My friend's band blew up The Note (Bam Margera's club in West Chester, PA) and had an overall awesome 4 day weekend...then shitty shitsville. I got the plague and was out of commission for 4 days. ManCandy thinks I had food poisoning, but either way, I was sick as a dog and slept for like 16 hours each day. Sick days really suck in the real world. So I came back to work with a mountain of shit on my desk, behind on studying*, and basically felt like the photo above, except not quite as sexy looking. I'm finally feeling somewhat caught up now...but alas...the holiday season is upon me and I feel like I still have 83712893409286359021786598 things to do. Also, living slightly above the poverty line (well, at least it feels that way) I'm living on PB&J and soup to fiscally support my holiday shopping....and a few absolutely necessary purchases for myself....right? (you know....a dress for the cocktail parties, a few sparkly adornments, killer satiny heels).

(*Yes, I know Legally Blonde would lead you to assume that I am, in fact, already in law school. And yes, I have taken the LSATs once before...buuut I cancelled my score because I thought I did shittily, and swore off law school after I got a new job last spring. Now, although still in limbo about law school because of loans and the current job market...and the fact that I have a job I actually like, I'm trying to put the hurt on the the LSAT and make it my bitch anyway. The scores are good for 5 years...so I can continue to pussyfoot around applying until I'm like 30. Until then, I am a blonde, overly bubbly, stiletto loving, Gemini vegetarian with a chihuahua who happens to be a paralegal.)

So, I need a weekend to blow off some steam. And what better way than to gamble money I don't really have and dance the night away in Atlantic City. It's one of my bff's 25th birthday, so I plan on going balls to the wall Saturday night.

My most recent purchase was the PERFECT boyfriend blazer....compliments of the little boys section of Goodwill. Actual conversation from Thanksgiving Eve:

Non-fashion forward BFF: What are you wearing?

Me: Oh you know, just some AA liquid leggings, hooker heels....oh! and this blazer I got at Goodwill! Can you believe it! It was only $3.99! It's soooo LC!

Other Non-fashion forward BFF: You look like a sexy magician.

Non-fashion forward BFF: Haha, yeah, you kind of do....

Other Non-fashion forward BFF: Where do you get ideas for outfits and stuff?

Me: uhh....I don't know

Other Non-fashion forward BFF (to Non-fashion forward BFF): I bet she reads Elle.

But even though I love my "sexy-magician"/goodwill style...I'm still a sucker for the clean, crisp, preppiness that comes once every few months in my JCrew catalog. Go ahead and gag....you just haven't discovered seersucker yet. WASP-y boyfriends don't help much either.

ManCandy: Has anyone told you, you really look great in cardigans* (actual conversation on the way to work....where, by office policy I must dress in librarian/woman suit couture)

Me: Hmmm.....no, not really. Did I mention I hate this sweater?

ManCandy: Its a cardigan, and you look hot....and sophisticated.

Me: (in-audible groan) Gee, thanks boo....by the way, do your boxers always match your ties?

All joking aside I love to craft and I am poor. Thus, I will be making all the Aunt and Uncles (yes, big Lithuanian/Italian families) these cute-ass x-mas ornaments. I may also do little stockings! My sorority days made me a goddamn McGuyver with ribbon and pastels.

P.S. Has anyone been in H&M lately? I'm loving sooo much of their pieces this season. Military style jackets, drape-y tops with embellished shoulders, pretty ruffle-y cocktail dresses! And uber cheap!

As sooo as I was able to wear heels again I totally did....and bought a new pair...or two. I know I'm supposed to be on shopping Hiatus, but who can resist peep-toe booties for $24.99?!?!?!?

My inspiration for (and almost replicated) "sexy magician".

OMG OMG OMG. Hello Lover. God Rodarte make thing so hot it hurts. Maybe after next paycheck I can afford some tall-ass, over the knee boots. South Street in Philadelphia (aka, 2 blocks from my humble abode) has oodles of shoe stores clearly marketed to working girls and exotic dancers...which I happen to also be a loyal customer.

Oh how I wish for weather where I can wear this again. Its currently 20 degrees and windy in Philadelphia. Up until last weekend, my heat wasn't working properly. I came home last Friday to no heat, no hot water and a 1ft x 1ft hole in my ceiling. Ohhh....you say my water heater busted? Sweet. I'm also glad that the pipe decided to burst directly over my desk...and computer...and ipod....and digital camera. FML! Well, I'm sorta happy about the camera since it was a HUGE piece of shit anyway, but the other two....well, a part of me died inside. So I'm hoping Xmas comes early this year...i.e. the landlord isn't a douchebag, and gives me $$$$ to replace my life! Dear Santa (retarded Landlord who took 2 weeks to fix my shit, then shat all over the most expensive things I own), For Christmas this year I want a shiny new MacPro, a Ipod touch, and a Nikon coolpix camera....fo free. Well, its almost 5...and that means time for me to get sauced and start another weekend bender. xo any readers who haven't given up on me yet....more posts I promise!!!

You're a Hot Mess....

Its after 5 pm. I'm still at work...where I'm supposed to be studying for the LSAT. However, I'm on the verge of a Jessie Spano "I'm so excited" freak out. Poor ManCandy is taking me out to dinner in an hour...and I look a like the title above. So, what to do? Aimlessly and random blog...

Now that its officially winter and officially shitastic weather, I look to the iconic Carolyn Bisset for inspiration on how to appear effortlessly chic.

Annnnd she knew how to rock a woman suit.

Have I mentioned how awful studying for the LSATs is? Legally Blonde is such an inaccurate portrayal of what it takes to get a 179.

These cannot go without mentioning. Nicholas Kirkwood-Rodarte.

Guess who? Can you believe this is Martha. As I perused thanksgiving recipes for pumpkin cheesecake I stumbled upon it. Martha Stewart....once a model!

The best pic of my boys from Halloween...please note the "Broad Street Bear" He actually is on youtube. He wore the bear costume during the World Series Parade post Phillies big win, got hammered and pranced around in the middle of broad street.

I know I know.....I've been terrible at posting.

I swear....Ive just been uber-busy in recent times....I vow I will be better!!!

And, most importantly, post the evidence that I've actually been doing fun things/drinking without abandon recently!

Faceoff

Is it possible that my new girl-crush surpasses the old?

I have a well-documented obsession with Lauren Conrad.

And I no longer get my weekly fix.

Luckily season five part 1 is on shelves.

I am a victim of marketing....I will totally buy a magazine with LC on the cover...even if I don't want to "lose 2 pounds in one week!" or "new positions to wow your man!"

And I totally was on the Kohls website trying to buy pieces from her line. Did you hear me? Kohls! BBBLLLEEAAAAAA!

But this hot little bitch is quickly becoming the fore-runner.

I watch The City for Olivia Palermo alone....not to watch Whitney do the "single ladies" dance with m-fuf Roxy. (majorly fucked up face=mfuf) (majorly fucked up body=mfub)

Why can't my ass look like that in liquid leggings?

Does she ever get it wrong?

Serious toss up as to who wore it better. Olivia should have had hair down. But the necklace is so siick....ehhh I can't decide.

Like....where have you been?

Yes, yes....I have been neglecting this blog horribly. It's been about a month since my last post (which was pretty much just a pissy ramble) and the four people that read this blog have just been dying to know what's been happening. Well, in all seriousness, my work life got busier, I started studying for the gay-ass LSATs again (bain of my existence), and exploring my new(ish) neighborhood/the city. Also, I had time to stop around and cry like a little girl about my leg without involving readers into my 23 year old temper-tantrum. So, I decided it was time for a neat little blurb on TGIF.

By default...I've been spending many-a-nights hanging with ManCandy and his ridiculous roommates.....so here's cheers to yet another night full of the Nick Lachey special....its miller time.

I finally ordered this today. Since its a best seller....I cracked.

The broken leg has left me ample time to indulge in crappy tv.

Oh yeah, and I dyed my hair....again.

Still no heels allowed...but these will be my first purchase when I can wear them again!

Annnnd took a trip down to glorious Blacksburg for homecoming; realized I have not changed much since college.

Inspiration for my Halloween costume...Laura Croft Tomb Raider (non Angelina).

Obsessed with this trend for fall.

Since I've shrunk 4 inches, I need some sort of shoe porn to fill the void. Enter over the knee (albeit flat) black boots. I try to make them "go" with everything....some success has been noted.

I fucking want that bag so bad. How/why does Kristin Cavalerri have one!!!

Fucking Fuck

Times when FML doesn't cut it.


I've been a bad blogger recently, but lots has transpired in the past few days. So, I have a stress fracture...a bad one. It's really not thaaat big of a surprise. I had pain in my shins the past few weeks when running (training for the nyc marathon) but didn't think a whole lot of it. I ran the Philly Distance Run Sunday (a half-sie) and killed it (woop woop 1:39). Post-race, there I am...drinking a large frosty brew, hand deep in some nacho-fried-sobadforme-deliciousness watching the Eagles...happy as a pig in shit, when I realize I still have shooting pains resonating from my shin/lower leg. So I ask the bartender for some ice, and continue enjoying (well not really since the Eagles played like shit) the game. Still hurting hours later, I'm still convincing myself everything is cool. Monday morning: I can't walk. I'm limping around like goddamn Quasimodo. For the next few days I'm icing, taking it easy, planning my work attire around all the ballet flats I usually never wear, catching up on laundry and other asinine tasks, thinking I should get the gold star for my "recovery", but I'm still having shooting, excruciating pain radiating from my leg. I finally go to the sports doc today, hoping for a quick fix and some relief...but instead, I'm fucked. Hard. A "pretty serious" stress fracture in my tibia. Shhiiiittt.

No heels, no flops, no shoes that "don't offer arch support" (wtf?), no running, no weight training of my legs...not even the goddamn elliptical/hamster machine. Oh, yeah....6 weeks recovery, so no marathon. I am beyond suicidal.

Oh, and the real kicker....no drinking on the pain killers. Fuck me.

Luckily, I have ManCandy to take care of me. I'm still pretty pissed, still in fug shoes, and still debating ripping a few shots on these percocets (hey, it is Thursday...), but the boy helps me stay upbeat. So, I'm going to put my time and energy formerly wasted on training, and try to study for the lsats, really cook awesome food, shop, and find a new hobby or two. Oh, and find some non-douche-y shoes and stop shouting profanities at girls in hot heels and runners. Boo.