gap
so andrea and i figured out my type of guy: usually clean cut, a noxzema face cleanser posterboy who also does gap ads and jcrew catalogs for fun, smart but not in an obnoxious, intimidating way, and "experimental" in a non-addictive legal sense. maybe i don't make sense. oh well. anyway, there's this boy in the october teen vogue (gasp! guffaw! yes, dammit, i'm a victim of the hilar duff/lindsey lohan generation. i'm so all about trucker hats and bandeau tops.) and i realized that i'm a sow's ear and he's a silk purse. totally not matching unless i start looking like a silk purse, which is going to be close to no frickin' way dude cuz you're too ugly for that kind of mercy. but i think i like it that way, admiring what i can't achieve. it keeps life grounded, but there's still space to float around in your head, if that makes sense. and the best part is i'm not dying for noxzema posterboy so it's a perfect deal. in other news, i'm looking for a wild, they-don't-look-like-andrea dos pair of shoes. i saw an electric blue/aqua patent leather stilleto pair at goodwill for $7, but they were a size 12. i've got big feet, but i've yet to reach 12M. oh, and andrea makes the best fish ever. lately i've been eating anything i can't directly apply to my ass, and i don't know why. my tests are all done with and i've turned in all the components of my application to the upper division nursing program before the due date (oct.1), so i can't understand my eating frenzy. i'm so lucky to be living with a person who accepts you, even if you ate all their cookies in the fridge. ok, i'm going to peruse the alpine bagel website. just to let you know, when you can't wear your buffet pants no more, you're in trouble.