Category Archives: because mondays blow

in case you needed a monday afternoon pick-me-up...

you'll be happy to know that lovely is 7 whole minutes long. that's 7 minutes of heaven.

also, i want to make these. consider it done.

hooray for lunch break hilarity.

much to the chagrin of the entire universe.....it's monday.

but it's ok. i've got these tunes blastin from my ghetto blaster today. i even wore my favorite overalls and oversized plaid shirt complete with my AIDS awareness pin that pepa gave me in 1993.

what if i told you the tlc part wasn't a joke?

and this one's just for jenny. circa WJHS 2004.

all i can say is that salt n' pepa is a bajillion times better than i ever remembered. also, judgment has no place on this blog.

happy monday. i hope your monday soundtrack is as amazing as mine. pa ha.

i think i need a break from the interwebz.

people i know are increasingly annoying as of late. why is this?

blogs are odd. including this one. what is this blog anyway? and why are you guys reading it? i never really have anything important to say. in fact, lately, i have nothing but a slew of nothing to write about. perhaps it's my re-entry into the designerly realm that has turned my writing into a lackluster pile of boredom. sorry everyone.

lately all i really find important is listening to music and reading. or watching fantastic mr. fox. have you seen that movie yet? you should. it's absolutely delightful in about 10,000 ways.

i think lately i feel discouraged by other people's progress. or lack of progress. or their notions of what they perceive their progress to be. babies, houses, concert attendance, to-do lists tackled--it's like we're all trying to one up each other via social networking. why do we do this? more importantly, why do i let it bother me? why should i care if you woke up early, worked out, did 80,000 tasks that you didn't want to do but you did anyway and now we're all giving you cyber thumbs up and commenting on your diligence? who knows, man. who knows.

all i know is that i should be content with the morby household. everything is good. blissfully good. and i don't need the weirdness vibes from the internets to make me feel like it's not good. or that it's just not good enough. people always unknowingly make me feel like nothing i have or do is ever good enough. there's always something you've done that's more important than what i've done today. it's bothersome.

like i said: i need a break from the blogosphere, facebookasphere, pandemonium weinerosphere. i need to focus on me. and being me. and loving me. and rocking hard to my own music that's not cool and not currently being buzzed about on facebook by all you hipsters that went to the show last night.

what is this post even about? i don't really know. i guess maybe just don't hate me if i disappear for a while. life is good. i don't want to taint it with the discontent that i know creeps in from reading about other peoples' lives. it's not really a competition, but for some reason i always find myself making it into one. and i dislike it. muchly.

let's all be lovers and friends and love life and listen to fleet foxes and beach house and eat cookies and sniff flowers. 'nuff said.