We will be ringing in the new year at our friends' 80s dance party.
We're gonna party like its 1989.
These guys know what I'm talkin' about
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
And Now Let us Welcome the New Year, Full of Things That Have Never Been
Happy New Year everyone!
We will be ringing in the new year at our friends' 80s dance party.
We're gonna party like its 1989.
These guys know what I'm talkin' about
We will be ringing in the new year at our friends' 80s dance party.
We're gonna party like its 1989.
These guys know what I'm talkin' about
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Beauty Secret
Kimono Rose body wash. It smells so so SO good. Now I want the candles. and the perfume. and the body lotion. And if they had one of those dangly-rear-view-mirror-things I would want one of those too.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Product (RED)
To warm up, Go to Starbucks and get one of your favorite holiday beverages and Five cents of your purchase will go to the Global fund to help save lives in Africa. Learn about other companies (including Gap, Apple, converse, and American Express) who are a part of Product Red by going here.
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I think that's pretty cool.
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I think that's pretty cool.
Speaking of Red,
I think this top with a pair of black slacks and black pumps would be perfect to wear to a last minute Christmas party. And you can't beat the price.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Have Yourself a Hairy Little Christmas
A friend of mine was recently talking about how every woman she has ever met has had a haircut that has left her in tears. I know I have. Fittingly, today I came across an essay that I wrote my first year of college on that very topic. The horror haircut. Here it is:
"It really isn’t that bad” my mom said, her expression slightly twisted and her eyes full of sadness. I went into the bathroom and peered into the mirror. Tears began to leak from my eyes leaving long black trails of mascara down my cheeks. I watched the redness in my eyes disperse like ink and watched the black mascara trails slowly settle into the crease of my mouth. I was ugly.
The day before, I was so exited to make an appointment to get my hair cut. I spent time looking through magazines for the perfect hairstyle, and decided on a medium length bob. It wouldn’t be a drastic change, but it would be enough to make me feel good. When I arrived at the salon and sat in the chair, a well dressed, chubby man introduced himself. “Hi. You must be Tiffany” he said with a lisp. “I’m Shannon.” He said Shannon with too much energy and he quickly began to remind me of a yappy Chihuahua. I wanted him to shut up. “Oh—my—gosh! This is my favorite haircut to do!” he said as I showed him the picture. He clapped his hands furiously. “And it is SO in style right now.” He anxiously grabbed a chunk of hair and began cutting away. He talked about everything, including his Indian boyfriend, how Brad Pitt looks like a monkey, his striped shirt fetish, and how he was convinced that Jennifer Anniston was his long lost sister. "I mean, look at the eyes" he said confidently." and the shape of our mouths." I smiled weakly and tried to look interested. "I just know that me and Jen are related somehow."
I began to see more and more hair fall around me, but I wasn’t worried. Shannon seemed like a hair stylist that would work in Los Angeles, drink Starbucks for breakfast, and carry around a tiny dog named Muffin. He made me feel like an important client and asked me every few minutes or so if I wanted anything to drink. “wine? Juice? Water? Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” I politely declined and eagerly waited to see my new haircut. "Oh my gosh!" Shannon said as he unhooked the gray cape from around my neck. "It turned out so good! You look just like Courtney Cox!"
When he turned my chair towards the mirror, Courtney Cox did not stare back at me. Instead, an unfamiliar face full of dissapointment caught me off guard. Oh my goodness, I thought. I have a mullet. Not only did I have a mullet, but Shannon had gotten my hair so straight and so thin that I looked like some sort of baby bird. Better yet, I looked like a baby bird with the bird flu. There were patches missing here, strands cut out there, and little wispy pieces that stuck up in every direction. The front was cut short, to the top of my ears, while the back hung delicately around my shoulders. “Okay! All done!” he squealed as I stared blankly into the mirror at my Billy Ray Cyrus haircut. “How do you like it?” His face looked pleased. I smiled as politely as I could and forced a meek nod. I then got up quickly, said thank you, paid, and left. I was mortified. I didn’t even want to walk to my car in fear that someone might see me and my mullet.
For the next five months, I tried to hide my mullet in a ponytail, holding the short pieces into place with bobby pins. Looking in the mirror left me full of heartbreak and resentment. I was ashamed of my new look, I had a hard time fitting in at social gatherings, and I no longer laughed at the mullet jokes that i once enjoyed.
I am pleased to say that I have been mullet-free for two years and I have almost fully recovered from the traumatizing events of that day. Although I still get a little nervous around scissors, and I often find myself uncomfortable around people with mullets, I am slowly coping with these issues. As for Shannon, I hope he is bald.
some all-time favorite mullets:
AC Slater
Joe Dirt
Patrick Swayze
Monster
"It really isn’t that bad” my mom said, her expression slightly twisted and her eyes full of sadness. I went into the bathroom and peered into the mirror. Tears began to leak from my eyes leaving long black trails of mascara down my cheeks. I watched the redness in my eyes disperse like ink and watched the black mascara trails slowly settle into the crease of my mouth. I was ugly.
The day before, I was so exited to make an appointment to get my hair cut. I spent time looking through magazines for the perfect hairstyle, and decided on a medium length bob. It wouldn’t be a drastic change, but it would be enough to make me feel good. When I arrived at the salon and sat in the chair, a well dressed, chubby man introduced himself. “Hi. You must be Tiffany” he said with a lisp. “I’m Shannon.” He said Shannon with too much energy and he quickly began to remind me of a yappy Chihuahua. I wanted him to shut up. “Oh—my—gosh! This is my favorite haircut to do!” he said as I showed him the picture. He clapped his hands furiously. “And it is SO in style right now.” He anxiously grabbed a chunk of hair and began cutting away. He talked about everything, including his Indian boyfriend, how Brad Pitt looks like a monkey, his striped shirt fetish, and how he was convinced that Jennifer Anniston was his long lost sister. "I mean, look at the eyes" he said confidently." and the shape of our mouths." I smiled weakly and tried to look interested. "I just know that me and Jen are related somehow."
I began to see more and more hair fall around me, but I wasn’t worried. Shannon seemed like a hair stylist that would work in Los Angeles, drink Starbucks for breakfast, and carry around a tiny dog named Muffin. He made me feel like an important client and asked me every few minutes or so if I wanted anything to drink. “wine? Juice? Water? Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” I politely declined and eagerly waited to see my new haircut. "Oh my gosh!" Shannon said as he unhooked the gray cape from around my neck. "It turned out so good! You look just like Courtney Cox!"
When he turned my chair towards the mirror, Courtney Cox did not stare back at me. Instead, an unfamiliar face full of dissapointment caught me off guard. Oh my goodness, I thought. I have a mullet. Not only did I have a mullet, but Shannon had gotten my hair so straight and so thin that I looked like some sort of baby bird. Better yet, I looked like a baby bird with the bird flu. There were patches missing here, strands cut out there, and little wispy pieces that stuck up in every direction. The front was cut short, to the top of my ears, while the back hung delicately around my shoulders. “Okay! All done!” he squealed as I stared blankly into the mirror at my Billy Ray Cyrus haircut. “How do you like it?” His face looked pleased. I smiled as politely as I could and forced a meek nod. I then got up quickly, said thank you, paid, and left. I was mortified. I didn’t even want to walk to my car in fear that someone might see me and my mullet.
For the next five months, I tried to hide my mullet in a ponytail, holding the short pieces into place with bobby pins. Looking in the mirror left me full of heartbreak and resentment. I was ashamed of my new look, I had a hard time fitting in at social gatherings, and I no longer laughed at the mullet jokes that i once enjoyed.
I am pleased to say that I have been mullet-free for two years and I have almost fully recovered from the traumatizing events of that day. Although I still get a little nervous around scissors, and I often find myself uncomfortable around people with mullets, I am slowly coping with these issues. As for Shannon, I hope he is bald.
some all-time favorite mullets:
AC Slater
Joe Dirt
Patrick Swayze
Monster
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Dear Heidi Montag,
This is you at the beach:
These are other celebrities at the beach:
You on vacation:
Other celebrities on vacation:
You Working out:
Other Celebrities working out:
You shopping:
Other celebrities shopping:
Catch my drift?
Sincerely,
Tiffany
These are other celebrities at the beach:
You on vacation:
Other celebrities on vacation:
You Working out:
Other Celebrities working out:
You shopping:
Other celebrities shopping:
Catch my drift?
Sincerely,
Tiffany
Friday, December 12, 2008
10 Indie Bands to Check Out
1. Snowden
2. Metric
3. Metal Hearts
4. Mew
5. Film School
6. Tokyo Police Club
7. Butterfly Explosion
8. Pinback
9. Broken Social Scene
10. Minus the Bear
show 'em some love
2. Metric
3. Metal Hearts
4. Mew
5. Film School
6. Tokyo Police Club
7. Butterfly Explosion
8. Pinback
9. Broken Social Scene
10. Minus the Bear
show 'em some love
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