we love having the conversation about where we would work on if any of us got plastic surgery. i told my mother she will be paying for my liposuction if she wants any grandkids.

i did actually end up going to the gym and brisk-walking on very high incline for 30 mins while watching project runway and thinking i really need to do something creative and make money off of it. perhaps i should invest in a better than toy-sized sewing machine (i bought one on ebay two years ago and it was about 10 inches big- i should have guessed from the buy-it-now price of $9.99)

last week my mom found out about my sister's love affair with ahmad and she called me when i was in the minivan on the way from fire island with fede. she was pretty damn distressed and she asked where i was and who with. decided it was not the best time to tell the truth so i said oh, on my way back from fire island with fede AND andres AND kibum.

this honey and shea butter moisturizer smells so delectable i feel like eating myself.

i should be at the gym while waiting for my food but instead i am glued to the tv and sex and the city reruns in my hotel room, rationalizing in my mind that i should not eat too late and if i go to the gym now i will not have time to do what i want online. so here i am trying to do too many things and possibly not achieving much at all by the end of the night.

i am thinking of what color to paint my new apt. i was all set on this idea of a pale robin egg blue up until last week- now that colour just seems a little unfab. perhaps because the weather's cooled down a little and now the light, refreshing flea market look is not as appealing as it was when it was absolutely sweltering. all day and night my mind is just splashing my apt walls with different colours and imagining how it would look with my brand new old sofa.

today in the airport bathroom i was thinking about how we think that no one is ever perfect. so the beautiful girl must be stupid and if not, she must have hidden backne, and if she had a smooth back, she must have stinky feet, and if her feet are fine, maybe she has uneven boobs. but maybe she is perfect and intelligent and simply wonderful and really who gives a shit if she does in fact have stinky feet because even us less perfect humans also probably have stinky morning breath in addition to unfragrant feet. so yes the world is never fair- some people just have it better.

so maybe is just me growing older or something very strange happening to me, but in the last two weeks i have been to ann taylor loft TWICE in chicago and bought a boatload of office wear from there. i never thought i'd ever come to this ann taylor phase because that's what my mum was wearing not so long ago. erp.

remarkably glamorous- no?

  

picnic on the terrace of beach shack

  

  

 
 
 
  

our share-shack on fire island

  

fire island was pretty awesome for being only 2 hours away from new york city. we were in a share-house/shack right on the beach for a 100/person for the whole weekend which was quite a steal. lay on the beach and got a tan during the day and at night was attacked by mozzies because i think they liked the scent/taste of my honey and shea butter moisturizer. yum.

went sailing last week on lake michigan which was pretty awesome for being right next to the city too. amazing how much i've forgotten about sailing- sheets?? gybes?? cunningham?? what??

wish summer wasn't ending in two weeks. i've only just started having fun!

my left bunion hurts like a mofo i think because i wear heels all the time. time for another foot reflexology session???

heat wave here and the warm clammy still air just envelopes you once you step outside. the subway is like a microwave.

my ipod still has the same 20-30 songs that were originally uploaded into it by dan when he first gave it to me something like 2 years ago. it's like my very expensive cd when i am in the mood for the doors, jamie cullum and third eye blind because i don't know how to get the existing songs out and into i-tunes.

other than having a sucky two weeks at work, everything else has been ok. just ok.

i love to ask my sisters to "cook" with me and then have them wash the veggies, clean the crockery, put stuff back into the fridge...do anything but cook really. and now i know how they feel because whenever fede cooks and i ask to help, he makes me do the inane things like wash the salad bowl, toast the bread and toss the f-ing salad. he won't even let me make the dressing because i scrimp on the EVOO-extra virgin olive oil and he loves everything smothered in it.

so truth be told hang and i were very serious about selling our stuff at the young designers market this week. the problem is that she just found out it will cost us $120 for a day. hmm. now what do we do with all these t-shirts and lace and bric-a-brac we have??