Just Another Manic Monday

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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!