I wannnnt. I’ve been slaving away on this Dell for 7 months, and it feels like 7 years. I miss Mac every day.
Red is my color. It just works for me. If I wear it, people compliment me. I need my next computer to be red. Must have. In truth, just a Mac would be an upgrade, but what’s the point of waannnnnt if I can’t breathe it out into the Twittersphere?
Oh, I have a point. I like it too because it reminds me of snow white. And the color? Candy Apple.
I’m a little late in the game here (I blogged about it in a timely fashion though) but I DVRed all the eps of Pitchmen on Discovery and I think out of all the recent celebrity deaths, Billy Mays is the saddest. I have the absolute utmost respect for people who work their way up without school (Mays cut his sales teeth on the Atlantic City boardwalk, how hardcore is that?)
It also really makes me sad when someone who’s on the precipice of something even bigger dies. With the success of Pitchmen I think that Billy could have had a super long career, and that one of the best things about Billy was his ability to make fun of himself. I saw these vids on Consumerist, and this one in particular was a real gem.
If you believe in an afterlife, you have to think this dude talked his way past St. Peter…
During my extended hiatus, I got totally addicted to True Blood. Like, fixated and obsessed. And part of what’s so damn compelling about that show is merely Alexander Skarsgard. I would be on that like white on rice.
I rarely bare my arms in public due to an unfortunate incident in 11th grade Economics class. But even I get sick of cardigans from time to time, and I am lusting over this adorable little faux-fur stole from Babygirl Boutique. I love the over-the-topness for a dinner date.
Luckily, it was only for the duration. Unluckily, I got something in both of my eyes while watching it. It may have even appeared that I was tearing up. And I don’t even like Regina Spektor.
Oh, my God, this was like, made with my bedroom in mind. Never mind the “Sweeney Todd” thing, this is the hottest mirror I’ve ever had. Femme Dangereuse, indeed.
Courtesy of Edgar Allan Poe, just because I’m in that kind of mood…
ANNABELLE LEE
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
