The Case of the Missing Skirt...

For years, I've had this black, pleated skirt that I fell hopelessly in love with. We met, of all places, at a thrift store. I'm not knocking thrift stores, I just wasn't looking for anything. Isn't that what they say about all good relationships? I was there with a friend who was looking for parts of a Halloween costume. Little did I know that it would be with me for some of the best moments of my young life.

It was with me when I went to some amazing concerts. I wore it on dates. I made sure it was part of my ensemble when interviewing for jobs. It was my power skirt. When I wanted to look polished and classy, it was always there.

Two years ago, it went missing. I couldn't tell you what happened to it, because there wasn't a month that went by when I didn't wear it out somewhere. I feared the worst. I had convinced myself that it had either been left in the laundry room of my apartment complex, and was now making someone else's life better, or that I had left it in the car of a friend I no longer talk to. (It was in a bag, you dirty bird. Get your mind out of the gutter.)

I turned the house upside down, every 6 months or so, saying "If it's in here, it's here somewhere." I couldn't give up. It just didn't seem right. I needed it. It was my mojo seeker.

There's an event coming up that I want to look good for, and I thought just one more time, I'd look for it. If I found it, it was meant to be. If I didn't, I could finally let go of that nagging feeling, and promote another article of clothing. I had looked in every drawer, and closet that I could imagine having put it, and finally settled in on my last possible place. In my linen closet is a set of black bedsheets that I haven't put on the bed in, well, about 2 years. Folded up inside...the skirt.

I'm back. I'm ready for things to start getting good again.

*sigh*

It's a little late, being that this happened Wednesday, but I finally got to see Tom Waits in concert. I'd love to wax philosophical about it, but I can't. There are simply no words. If you're a fan, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

I can say this, however...I don't care how many rave reviews ScarJo is getting from her covers album. If she's that good, she doesn't need to ride in on the gravel-throated lothario's coattails. She should be able to carry herself. No one will ever convince me otherwise.

I Love This Website...

so, I know there are a few of you out there will, too. Maybe you can start writing your own passive-aggressive notes and send them to friends, family, or even complete strangers! Embrace your superiority complex, and let everyone around you know how you feel, kinda. Enjoy.

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Is There Anything They Can't Do?

I just know that somewhere Homer Simpson is "woo hoo"ing and drooling over the fact that today is National Donut (or Doughnut) Day. Enjoy this video, and then have one for me. I'm eating Gluten-Free!

The Swedish Chef makes donuts.

Hello, All...

I've been extremely busy getting myself ready for school, and nailing down some last minute details, but I did see a few things I thought I should pass your way...

First of all, have any of you ever wondered what the baby from Nirvana's Nevermind album cover looks like now? Wonder no more. I feel very old right now.

The Body Shop, Victoria's Secret, and, Anthropologie are all having some great sales. Here I am wishing I had the money to actively participate.

This is the cutest kitchen clock I have ever seen. You have to scroll down a bit to get to it, but it's bright yellow, and all Tupperware-y. You can't miss it.

I read this great article about how to tell what kind of produce you're getting.

And lastly, I found the coolest personalized art site, that creates beautiful images out of your unique chemical makeup. Take a look. I can't wait to have one made for me.