Mixed Emotions

As the first week in June draws to a close, I am attempting to come to terms with the fact that a pair of Crocs [actually contributed to the greater good] recently saved a young boy's life. Until we meet again.

Heart Throb

Those who know me will probably roll their eyes and be like "obvs" when they read this post. But let's state the obvious for stating the obvious' sake: I heart Ben Barnes and he is tall and lanky and dark and slightly French-looking even though he's British (AND...writing that sentence pretty much just put me over the edge). He popped up on my radar when I heard he was starring in the movie version of "Dorian Gray" which is one of my favorite books. Apparently he's promoting it somewhere right now and I'm not even sure if it's been here yet or if it plans on coming here but two hours watching BB on the big screen in a non-tween movie ala "The Prince of Caspian" or some sort sounds just fine to me.

White Hot

Is it possible to be "not cool enough" to wear a specific pair of sunglasses? I'm pretty sure it is. I purchased the above Ray Bans the other night (except mine are limited edition and have a subway map printed on the inside) and I am literally terrified to wear them. I mean I have black ones that I wear all the time, but there is something infinitely more intimidating about the white version. I feel like I would pass Kate Moss on the street and she would burst into laughter. TBD on this one.

Thank You

Yeah so I haven't written a post in a while. What happened is I discovered the wonders of Twitter and then I got kind of lazy writing more than one sentence and THEN I went on vacation. And since I got back I haven't really been "inspired," per se, so that is my bundle of excuses. My friend JZ wrote me today and was all, "Stop slacking." Which is apropos seeing as around the same time I received her email, I happened to be surfing around the internets and stumbled across the incredible news that Miley Cyrus and her supposed beau Liam Helmsworthington IV (pictured above and excuse me but that shirt should be soaking wet) have broken up! Granted, my sister swears their relationship has always been a sham, but either way the news breathed (awkward-if-not-incorrect-tense of the verb "breathe") new life into my blogger ambitions. So Seth Meyers, if you would like me to continue writing on a more regular basis, time to break up with your girlfriend. Because I know you have one! Thanks.