Mary Rambin is the Dr. Phil of blogging.
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juliaallison:
Off to LA!
You guys. Um.
If serendipity is as big of a bitch as I can be and somehow we were to cross paths… well let’s just put it like this: I ain’t no Loren Feldman
I always keep my camera in my purse and the authenticity thing isn’t an act it’s a lifestyle.
Woot.
maryrambin:
My Friday night involved:
- Shopping for cheese and wine on Larchmont (actually less pretentious and more fun than it sounds)
- Sauteeing veggies in one pot for dinner with a glass of Pinot Noir
- Cleaning dishes
- Organizing kitchen while devouring a bag of M&M’s
- Playing stylist with Lev and friend Katie
- Driving carpool out
- Reserving bike for Rich Vaughn’s 8:30am spin (totally worth the early hour!)
- Reading emails
- Passing out
Oh hell yes.
Sensing some sarcasm? Well, you should, but at the same time I actually really enjoyed my mellow evening in my new little home. And I love that it’s filled with so much energy - dogs playing, people chatting, cooking in the kitchen, neighbors dropping by to say hi…. I feel “Melrose Place” and it’s only been 2 days!
Return to sender. Addressee unknown.
LaLa Land does not want.
How I spent my Friday night.
How did you spend yours?
You can make an ass out of yourself on MTV preaching “dating tips” (even though dating advice “doesn’t work”) to teenagers while annoying the much more with-it host, you can paint your nails black and wear jumpers and blazers and color your hair red, you can get shit on your nose sniffing the asses of pseudo-poser hipster band members, but Julia dear…
You’ll just never be fucking hip enuff.
*This* is the outfit you picked that makes you look like you don’t have a “stick up your ass”?
/me giggles…
Girl you are WORKING those freebie shoes from Zappos! They’re like, all you wear anymore. Did shoes exist before that pair? What happened to the black Mary Janes from Aldo? *snickers*
It’s kind of inauthentic, and contrived that you have been on this mission to change your style. It’s like you’re doing everything you can to be a different Julia.
OMG look! I stopped with the 90’s acrylics a decade after everyone else!
OMG look! I’m wearing black! (Groundbreaking! *gasp*)
Another style note: clip on weave is tres trashy.
The new classic JA pose? Standing with your legs 2 feet apart so people don’t see the thighs touching. We know, girl. We know. Learn how to be comfortable in your own skin. Relax. Real women have curves.
ps: Bringing your dog into a salon is disgustingly unsanitary and likely puts them in a violation of some sort of health code. Selfish.
God, I’m in full on bitch mode today.
Toodles!
Just a Quickie before my meeting…
Dear Julia:
Re: your little bro’s engagement: Him not you, hu? And you’re older. That must kill. *snickers*
Re: your hair: You look like bozo the clown, its ORANGE not red. You going in to get your “roots” touched up is a flimsy excuse to cover the fact that you know this and are probably getting it “fixed”. Let’s hope. #fail
Re: the “all male” landscape of late night TV: Have you not heard of CHELSEA LATELY who kicks MAJOR ASS??? Obviously not.
Gotta run, bunnies!
xo
AJ
Just sayin…
Bloggers everywhere are posting, tweeting, uploading, slideshow-ing… about the passing of Michael Jackson & Farrah Fawcett.
NonSociety?
*crickets*
Sorry, guys…
But I really have like, zero interest in blogging these fools lately… there is just too much GOOD content out there.
ZZzzzZZzzz…
caro:
This really ought to be photoshopped into the faux cover of a young-adult novel published by Alloy Entertainment, in which something goes horribly awry at an affluent suburban high school and the two girls who are total opposites and ought to hate each other forever are forced to work together to bring it all to justice. Maybe it’s about a murder. Or somebody stuffing the ballot box in the race for junior class president.
One of them drives a BMW to school every day, has been head cheerleader since she was a freshman, and has every boy on the football team begging for her number. The other plays drums in an all-girl punk band and catches up on her French vocab during her after-school shifts at the local coffee shop. But with the whole school thrown into peril, these two total opposites are the only ones who can save the day—if they can get along.
Both of our stellar dresses were purchased for under $25 apiece at Forever 21, by the way.
I read this book! You totally steal her boyfriend.
Why does the girl who has the football team chasing her have legs like a linebacker?
Hahahahaha: you know, I like Caro. For what it’s worth.
