I made these delicious chewy gingerbread and cream cheese cookies last week during a study break. Nothing like text book readings to put a girl into a baking mood. I modified a recipe from the multi-talented Bakerella after I was unable to find red velvet cake mix. Instead, I used spiced cake mix, added extra cinnamon and nutmeg, and used light butter and cream cheese for the filling.
The best part of all : They're so easy, quick, and affordable... you shouldn't even feel bad that I didn't give you one.
A poem to describe Carmella... when it comes to carmella don't ask and don't tell, a light touch has admirers under her spell. her sweet sensuality no one would guess, so exquisite, enticing... "an intimate caress."
Erica Domesek's DYI book P.S. - I made this....
Katy Perry's OPI line, with a black shatter lacquer. Too bad it's not even released until January.
My favorite Croatian song is Cesarica by Oliver Dragojevic (A Korculan like myself). The english translation of the title is Queen. Here is the best english translation I could find of the poem like lyrics. It's so beautiful, I nearly cry every time I hear it; it's basically our second national anthem.
238/365: Money Can't Buy You Class, Countess LuAnn.
It also can't make your voice not sound like a drag queen. Hilarious. The Real Housewives are amongst the most entertaining women alive; click link for the amazing music video.
Refreshing, a week of almost entirely new listens. Hate it when people keep their new finds to themselves up until the point when the song becomes popular and they pipe up about discovering it first. No alternative music superiority complexes here my friends, just some fresh beats. :)
I have an affinity for nail polish. Put in high school math terms, I could wear a different nail color on each finger and make 201376 different hand combinations. That's not even the worst part, on average I buy nail polish solely based on how entertaining I find its name.
Some of my favorite O.P.I names include:
I Pink I Love You
Off With Her Red
Jade is the New Black
Espresso Your Style
Who Comes Up With These Names?
Aphrodite's Pink Nightie
Don't Wine, Yukon Do It
Miso Happy With This Color
Your Villa or Mine
Blue My Mind
Back to The Beach Peach
Mmmm... Would You Like to Lick-enxtein
Before I continue breathing, I must find these. Too bad they don't have Pantone 327, my favorite.
Whenever I'm feeling blue I'll put these on.
My rainbow of nail polish, 32 counted. At this rate I could start insuring these.
A colorful middle finger to whomever thinks otherwise.
This is my previous marketing group's commercial for the DRTV product Mighty Mendit. I'm going on the record and saying that the tagline and following commercial were not my idea. It should also be noted that fabric adhesive doesn't make girls in gyms aroused, and that the guy was picked for the part solely based on his biceps. If you must know, we actually did fix the shirt using Mighty Mendit; we passed it around during our presentation and nobody was able to rip the seam (That was my brilliant contribution). Links to more MKTG 317 made commercials are available after the end of this masterpiece.
Urban Outfitters is simultaneously the bane of my existence and the retail equivalent of my deep material dreams. Here are items I wish I had a legit salary to splurge on. These things may be pretty, but you really should just pity me. Also, it took some serious highlighting and Shift maneuvering to get the URLs for these pictures, you gotta appreciate.
Tribal towels, like all of the chefs fighting for their land rights had.
I'd fill this with pictures of my naked body in the shower.
This is called the "Antoinette Fainting Sofa," enough said.
I want this more than life itself.
This bottle opener was made for Sanja.
I want to fucking work there.
Chairs for my charms.
Lucy: You think you're so smart with that blanket. What are you going to do with it when you grow up? Linus : Maybe I'll make it into a sport coat.
My use of alliteration both amuses and disgusts me. I do hope you appreciate my use of the english language, because I sacrifice my literary soul to make this post sound interesting. Onward, some ravishing rooms:
It was Kernel Mustard, in the bedroom, with the headboard.
Or was he in the sitting room?
Not so boring beiges. (I am putty in alliteration's alluring arms.)
I can literally smell roses when I look at this. Synesthesia inducing style.
Mail's for you.
Waiting for Santa, with a prayer for snow.
Cuckoo clocks and bean bags. I also sometimes don't mind cats.
Ready for my dirty naked body.
The moulding, the arch, the windows; hate the foot rest.
The Adam's Family House after the reno.
My picturesque street corner, no hookers or stop signs allowed.
Just because you're sleeping on a couch doesn't mean you can't dream of chandeliers.
My love for autotunes will never cease. Most of this week's songs feature me kicking it old school with some of the last decade's best tracks, and 80's movie soundtrack favorites. Enjoy the innervating of your auditory nerves.
My family coat of arms has three pears on it. Pears are symbols of individuality, however the number three is very archetypical. Thus, the oxymoron that I descend from: the archetypical individual. Ironic, and oh so disgustingly post-modern.