Such a good model
He might have failed puppy kindergarten (that’s another tale for another time), but this pup is damn good at modeling. All I need to do is bring the camera out and right away he knows exactly what to do. Look away! Look at me! Look cute! Lick your nose! Show me your teeth! Sit like a human! … I bet he got these skills from his mother.
And how did you spend your morning?
Today I woke up to a “sorry we missed you!” delivery notice.
“Hey Chanel,” it said, “I know you’ve been waiting for this VERY IMPORTANT PACKAGE and you pretty much need it TODAY, but guess what? You’re going to have to wait another day! HA HA HA! Isn’t that funny? We at Canada Post pride ourselves in our good humor.”
Naturally, I wasn’t going to take that. So when I happened to glance out my window several hours later and spotted a post man across the street, I decided to chase him down. True, it was quite unlikely that he was the same post man that had tried to deliver my package several hours earlier, but it was worth a shot anyway, right?
So off I went, without makeup or a bra, running across a busy street in my Ked sneakers and blue silk pajama pants. I chased him for half a block before he finally noticed me, and yes folks, THIS IS WHAT CRAZY LOOKS LIKE. I’m just glad (for the post man’s sake, of course) that I managed to get on pj bottoms before I ran out the door.
As it turned out, he wasn’t the same post man who had my package, but he did let me on to a secret. “I bring the undelivered pacakages to the postal outlet”, he said. “I get there around 3pm. You don’t have to wait until tomorrow, just show up today after three and tell the guy behind the postal outlet counter that you really need your package and I’m sure they’ll give it to you.”
Thanks, post man!
They call me smart, but really, I’m just a little brilliant
Some people waste time, and other spend time wondering where they wasted it.
In a series of universally-correct, astoundingly astute observations of myself in my natural habitat, I have formally come to the conclusion that I would get so much more done if I did not have:
- A website to write in.
- A tumblr to do everything in.
- A twitter account to update.
- A facebook account to lurk in.
- A flickr account to post in.
So really, it’s not at all my fault that I’m an easily-distracted procrastinator. It’s the internet’s fault.
That feels so much better.
Rocks turn to sand, hearts can change hands
Come with me, my love
To the sea, the sea of loveCat power - Sea of love
There is a bottle sitting on my bathroom counter right now as I type this, and somewhere between the product description and the recommended usage is a fun fact. “Time is fun when you’re having flies”, it says; and if I could choose one sentence to describe my summer, that one would probably be it.
These last couple months have been amazing and different and somehow groundbreaking, or as groundbreaking as you can be when you only ever take things in small doses. I saw friends I hadn’t seen in many years. I traveled. I hiked up a mountain. I saw a shooting star. I got a tan line. I bought two pairs of nine west heels at $20 each. I never once stepped on a plane.
