Boondocks Reunion, Commence!

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"The sky was peach and gold, a teacup of a morning, just enough clouds so as not to mock us. Why isn't there a dawnish equivalent for the word dusky? That's what the light was, beautiful and dawnish. We found a spit created by the receding tide. A spit curl, really: it spiraled around. We walked to the end of it. Edward had already removed the screw that kept the wooden urn shut. He took off the lid. The ashes were in a small white container like a film canister. We opened it, and then we cast the ashes upon the water, hoping they would... what? He wouldn't return to us, but we hoped someone would. It was tremendously comforting. Fingertip after fingertip, we let him fly."

--Elizabeth McCracken, An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination

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Off for a weekend of fun, sun, and old-time Lou Lovin'! True loves, celebration, celebration, celebration! Taking Monday off to recuperate...back to real life on Tuesday xox

What I'm Craving at 4:00 Today.

Hello, lover.
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Break Me Off a Piece of That

Dreamsicle Kitchen. Things I'm loving: pink mixer, pink fridge, blue cupboard at the end of the room, pink stove, blue cabinet faces, striped overstuffed chairs...
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Check out the mermaid picture. Nice! But, the sea foam chandelier and corner cupboard are the best. Ok, and the table cloth (and maybe the mirror...).
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Although I'm attempting to have mismatched plates/bowls, I do love the turquoise/green combo. Dangit!! Oh well, guess that means multiple kitchens for this girl! Pity...
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Something about the lady in this pic is highly irritating to me. Like, you just know that she's all, "La la la yeah my house is all white and perfect but I'm not stuffy, no sirree, just sooo laid back and don't care about dirt and I just want my guests to be cozy and comfortable" but really she's probably "TAKE YOUR GD SHOES OFF AT THE DOOR BITCH THESE FLOORS COST THOUSANDS AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF LEAVING YOUR GRUBBY FINGERPRINTS ON MY MARBLE COUNTERTOPS AND CAREFUL ON THE LEATHER OR I WILL SERIOUSLY SHIT A BRICK!"

Just sayin.

But anyway, I am digging the nooks and crannies up in this joint. Black framed pics? Check. Little green glass juicer that you thought I wouldn't notice? Check. Yellow blender (probs filled with Mai Tai)? Check. Turquoise bowls? Check and check.

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Moving on. This bed is screaming for me to roll alll over/spend every Sunday morning with the Times (who am I kidding, Martha Stewart mag, teehee) and some coffee and a hot young thang next to me. You know who you are. Yellow lamps, meowwww
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More to come later, just you wait.

Aloha, Betches!

I haven't been to the beach since New Years 2008. If that's not a modern day tragedy, I don't know what is. I'm trying to plan some kind of getaway this summer and in doing so have headed to the net for some serious inspiration.

Like this gem, for example. I mean seriously. Places like this actually exist and I'm not there 24/7? Inconceivable. The blues, the greens, the seersucker, the pinks....
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Or this delicious bathroom. Even with the creepy manly man picture looking down on me while I soak up the life of luxury--I can handle it.
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Ok, so this isn't exactly a coastal view, but I don't discriminate against any mountains. Move over, baby--I'm coming in!
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I think this next onewas photoshopped. Just saying.
*hello painted blue floor, we meet at last...*
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LOOK AT THIS PAINTED STRIPED TABLE AND JUST DIE OF INSTANT HAPPINESS YESSSSSS!
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In conclusion: the sandy goodness is calling my name...
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Beach House Love, Hannah

Sad Day For Frenchie

I broke my French Press. Every morning I think to myself, "Is today the day? Will this be the morning my clumsy oafishness breaks my prized and presh FPress?"
And today it was.

RIP.
Moment of mofo silence please.

Just Another Manic Monday

**Please refer to this link as a view into my exact thoughts on the biz-cas. Thank you.**

So apparently there was a power outage in my office building over the weekend which has caused all the alarms to trigger and wail into this high-pitched ear-splintering

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk"

that literally makes you want to jump off the 11th floor (but you can't because they've locked the doors to keep you trapped inside, so lame). Plus, the noise is the loudest over my desk, which is soooo funny seeing how I'm the only person who had to come in today/there's nothing for me to work on/my shitty iPod battery just died/it's only 10:00.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My ears are starting to bleed, eff my life.

But, hopefully I'll escape for lunch with Delaney and possibly run away/never return.
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Moving on. Here's a tub for you. And a mirror that is humpalicious.
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This weekend I watched The September Issue, a documentary on Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue magazine. It was tres bien, suggest checking it out... although she was clearly not as fabulous as Meryl Streep--yeah I said it--nor as badass as her Creative Director, Grace Coddington.
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Whatever, look at this backspash/stove combo and just die of happiness.
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One day when I'm rich and nonfamous and even more fantastic than I already am, this is where I'll have a tea party with all my equally fuckingfab friends. Hello, barn aisle with million dollar ponies and and awesome light fixtures and super pretty flower arrangements and classy table settings and linen table clothes/napkins. Nice to see you.
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Ta ta!

Have No Fear, Hannah Is Here

That's right, I survived driving to Alexandria, the long trek that it was and I'm back. Nothing exciting has happened whatsoever other than today I ate lunch on a really cute plate from Anthro. It was on sale. For $3. Ballerrr. Now, feast your little eyes on these beauties and for the love of god, go outside stat.

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Lemon-meringue farmhouse sink, oh shiver me timbers you are beautiful.
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Alabama marble countertops and huge window with awesome picture frames? Enter ecstasy.
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Nap time/naughty time is calling my name with this mosquito netting and blue trunk hubba hubba.
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Ok, fine, so I'll have this as my guest bathroom.
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Love love love the dog painting and the ceiling and the blues and greens and greys they've got goin on up in this kitchen. *The hideous chair covers can go, though. Sorry. They're fugs.
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Oh-so Covington, Louisiana a la Granny and Gramps' old neighborhood. From what I remember.
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Future milf me with hubby who aged well, reads books, and chills on the porch with me and dog.
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1 hour and 55 minutes till work's done.
Approximately 2 days till Codiak lovin'.
2.5 days till weekend.
Over and out.

That Must Be Nigel With the Brie!

Breaking news from my Fab Life:

This morning I had a *free* bagel at work that I piled with a bunch of brie and devoured in my cube. God, I'm posh. Plus: boss is out of office till Thursday; therefore, life is effing good.

Also, I think I may have found a new apartment that is 1.1miles away from work with mega cheap rent and a dog and a potential roommate who sells wine for a living. Hopefully she's legit and not some crazy wine-o dog lady who likes to rip off unassuming awesome Craigslisting girls like me. *fingers crossed*
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Ok, so. I decided to go window shopping at Ralph Lauren and this is what I bought (with my eyes, duh):

Doesn't this chair remind you of a spider? And the white one is soooo scrumptious.

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Digging this old-man river reading chair. And the chaise lounge...heavenly.
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On to the beds. I actually have a really baller wicker Ralph Lauren bed at my parent's house that is pretty bad to the ass but my mom refuses to hand it over. Not to worry. I've yet to try my true convincing powers on her, and besides, it wouldn't fit in my teeny tiny 10'x10' room anyway.
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This trunk is mouth watering deliciousness.

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Also, news flash on the book I'm reading: not actually as good as previously described. It's just good enough to make me want to keep reading to find out what kind of shit the girls get into, but actually kind of annoying.

C'est la vie.

My Latest Obsession

Isn't she lovely.....(insert Stevie Wonder seranade)
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Ok, so because my last Anthro obsession failed to go on sale, I'm moving on to better, more blue-and-green things. Ugh, this dress would look fucking fab on me, if I do say so myself. And I do.
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Blahh so I'm reading this new book called, "Undress Me in the Temple of Heaven" by Susan Jane Gilman and it's about these two friends who graduate from Brown and hightail it across the world for a year spent traveling. Ugh. I could go for that--like, now. I loveee this author's voice...she is so witty and funny and it makes me want to reread her other book, "Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress" (pretty good despite the tards title).
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I'm sure my beautiful bestie Roberta and I could find plenty of things to entertain us on our travels (I'm having flashbacks to Ben's Towing circa 2005 via highway to South Carolina...get in the cubby Anne Frank!).

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Ugh, I also just found out I have to drive alllll the way to Alexandria (ok, so not that far, but whatevs) on Monday AND Tuesday for some BS editing seminar. The company is paying $745 for me to go. And I don't even get a free lunch. And parking is $9/day. W.T.F. Irritation abounds.
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Whatever, I'm over it. Look at these cool pictures and be glad you're my friend.
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This is in France. I wish it were in Reston.
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Some pretty sweet fabric for a pretty sweet chair.
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Just like this graphic. You should too.
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This room reminds me of a Corinne Bailey Rae song. Maybe because of the dusky, summertimeish hue. Maybe.
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life just can't be a picnic every day because then it's no longer a picnic--it's lunch.
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Happy Thursday, best day of the week.

Not What I Wanted To See First Thing in the AM.

Revs Barbie. Holy. Shit.
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For Yo Viewing Pleasure

My future countertops. Recycled glass, dur.

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Sigh, sitting room.

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Lavender nook, yes please.
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Chicken wire cabinent faces? Um, hello lover.

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Chandelier in my library.
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Ah, Paris...
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Shabbs to the Chic
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Ghost bathroom

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Just obsessed, that's all.

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Bathtub.Hubbahubba.

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Love, Me

I Need to Stop Eating Twizzlers. Stat.

This whole being-allergic-to-my-BF shit and doing nothing at work all GD day is getting really effing old. Once again, every time Cody visits or I visit Cody I break out in some ridiculous old-woman rash on my neck and arm. What is that? It's been happening for months. Can't narrow it down to anything specific (other than him). *Sorry Cody, you're still cute :)*
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(Please, I don't look this disgusting. But close.)

Also, how is it that I get paid to sit for hours upon hours to do absolutely nothing alll mother effing day? I'm posting on my blog for christ's sake. That is ridiculous. It is unbelievably beautiful outside and I'm sitting here, in a cube, holding off slashing my wrists when I could be outside doing something somewhat productive. Whatevs.

At least I have a job!

(PS-this is what I found when I googled 'happily employeed.'
Get outta my face Claudia Leens.)
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Moving on--if I have to hear one more thing about Tiger Woods, there will be blood. How dare you wreck your disgusting Buick, have affairs with nasty-o tattooed "ladies," ruin your marriage to hot babe Swede baby's mama, and--this is the worst offense--play golf. Fucking rude, dude.
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Seriously. Get your life in order. And don't tell me about it. That's all for my ranting today. Well, at the moment at least.

Buh.