And You'll Love What You Lose...

Today, after I got out of my Religious Studies class, things were sweet! Even though I almost fell dead asleep in that class (like always), my professor wrapped things up early and I got to get home twenty minutes before I normally do. So I made a late lunch. (I'm at school from 12:30 to 3:15 so I don't get time for a REAL lunch. Did you get that joke V? It was that Desperate Housewives of NYC thing I was telling you about. Nevermind. The joke is lame now.)

I had finished preparing myself lunch - grilled cheese and alphabet soup, the meal of champions - when the A/C kicked on. It gets pretty cold in this apt so I went to my room to get a sweater and that's where IT happened.

My roomie Melissa's friend Cindy is over. Everything in my room looks normal. I smile at Melissa. Cindy says to me, "Hey, do you mind if I read your magazine?"

Nylon? Sure. Whatevs. Cosmo? Go ahead! I'll give it to you. Elle? Eh...I guess. Under the Radar? Where did you find that? But she isn't holding any of those.

As she's asking me this very simple, easy to answer question, I see she's holding my brand new copy of Missbehave.

FFUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!

Not only does that mean she took it off my desk without even thinking to ask me, but she's just flipping through it nonchalantly like things are cool as a pool! I falter, try to tell her that magazine isn't an ordinary one...I can't put it into words, so all I say is:

"Oh...you're already holding it...Um, I guess, but be very careful with it. It only comes out four times a year and it's sort of special. And I had to go to the Promenade to get it."

She shrugs, says alright, and then Melissa asks what kind of magazine it is. I can't put that into words either. There's so much super mega ultra awesome-ness going on that I can't say it in a few succinct sentences. I mumble:

"It's like a modern women's magazine. These ladies in New York put it out four times a year." FAIL! The one time I could possibly convert a chick to the dark side/testfy! and I ruin it. So sheepishly, I put on my sweater and shuffle out into the living room so I can eat/watch some Bravo.

Cable is a godsend. Roommates are not.

Deuces,
Erika

Fuck Yeah Fest

If you haven't heard about this (and you uber lurve power pop!) then consider this the reminder of a lifetime! Tomorrow, the Fuck Yeah Fest (aka F-Yeah Fest for retarded censorship purposes) is rolling through Atlanta! Pop and comedy and drinks at the Whirlyball?! Who could ask for more!

Tix are available at Criminal Records or you order them online at Ticket Alternative's website. Good people working over there. The guy I used to intern for actually works there now. But you don't care about my career history.

You care about this fabuloso lineup!

Matt & Kim
TheDeathSet
Team Robespierre
Monotonix

Comedy by Josh Fadem

The show is all-ages so bring your little kids and then make them stand in the lobby while you dance your ass off! Fuck yeah!! DOORS AT 8 PM!!!

I've got my bright purple H&M leggings and rainbow colored top! Are you ready? Get ready!

Now I'm going to go back to watching this Doctor Who marathon on SciFi!

Deuces,
Erika

Lego Watches!!

Sometimes I find myself wondering, "what would my life be like if I had a dope watch AND some toys to play with when I got bored?" The answer used to be, "hmmm...I dunno."

Well, Target must have ESP because they've solved my query! Introducing, Lego watches! Peep:

These watches are bitchin'! You can tell time with them then play with the toy they come with! Why they are all Star Wars themed is beyond me but I'm definitely copping that R2D2 timepiece! Soooo much cooler than a Swatch watch and cheaper too! Gracias a Target! Go get them! They are your destiny.

Deuces,
Erika

I'm On Missbehave!

In the worst way. In a time of desperation in my life, I hit Rika up to see if she could proffer any advice on how to fix my nail sitch. They looked fug-tastic as a result of me trying to do the leopard print nails previously featured. I thought, "hmmmm...neon colors, good, good." So I asked Rika what to do on the subject since she is a nail mastah!

But then she put my email up on Missbehave, along with the pic of my less than enviable nails. She did answer my question, though, and I really appresh it.

But anyone who makes fun of my nails or says something mean about me will die. I can fully get my cousins on you. They like to scrap.

Kthxbai.

Deuces,
Erika