because work can wait, right?

making lists makes me happy. random list posts also seem to generate comments, and i need those. i'm feeling all lonely and "new girly" out here in bloggy land.

• last night i was getting all caught up with perez, and i got to an article about that trainwreck of a teenager, taylor momsen. not only do i hate her stupid character on gossip girl, but i'm pretty sure she's totally hateable in person. where in the hell are her parents? do they not see any need to step in and at least attempt to get her on the right path? where is her mother or any sort of woman influence to say that her eye makeup is absolutely terrible and she completely misunderstood the whole "smokey eye" trend? more importantly, why is a 16 year old walking around in lingerie? i just don't understand. she is the reason why i'm scared of children - they may grow up and turn into her.
  

• i'm going to say it - brace yourself - i think lady gaga's taking it a little too far. i'm kind of over all her antics. i still love her music, and i'll still rock out at her concert (if i can get tickets) but...wow. i'm over it. i know it's hot in nyc and all, but the get up she wore to the yankees game was redic. not only that, but her behavior was a little out of control. while i understand she's pushing the social norm and trying to be all ed-gy, i still see no point in going to a public place, as a public figure and flipping the bird and screaming profanities. let's have some class, lady gg. i'm not a new yorker, so maybe i'm not understanding the hard-edge bitch you must have to be, but enough's enough. you've convinced me that you're a hard ass, and you will say, wear and do anything you want. again, i'm all about the concerts and the performances and pushing the envelope with all of that, but this looney public behavior has got. to. go.

• did anyone see the lead singer of train on last night's home run derby? first of all, i'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he had to be sick. he was straining like crazy to sing "hey soul sister" - i thought his head was going to explode. but seriously, in the words of the husband, he's 145 pounds soaking wet. cocaine much? anorexia? during the whole "drops of jupiter" era he was not sickly thin. he looked ridiculous last night. who knows what's going on with him, but he should really try to pull it together.

• work? what's that? i'm lacking the motivation to sell (which is 50% of my job, btw) in the worst way. today i promise to get on that.
  

• i'm reading jen lancaster's new book. anyone out there reading it too? what do you think? a few funnies, but things just haven't been right with the last two.
  

• i'm on a new diet. it's called quit eating so much, chunk. i'll let you know how it goes.

• have you guys heard soulja boi's new song, "pretty boi swag"? dis? right here? is. my. swag. it's all up in my head, and i walk around the office singing it daily.
  

• i have officially come down with tanorexia. i'll have you know the night of the wedding i blogged about earlier, i bronzed with self tanner, then bronzed with my sephora powder bronzer, then added more make up. i'm straight from jerseylicious. what the hell is my problem? seriously, if i wore more leopard print and a push up bra, i'd be a dead ringer.
  

• i purchased some laura mercier makeup on gilt, and i'm 100% obsessed, like bad. i've been using mac powder for years - like stuck in my ways, ya'll - and i might be dropping all of that for miz mercier. what is your favorite makeup? (i will probably do a follow up post on this as my makeup runs out - i'm thinking a change is a comin')

• finally, followers, i'm going to ask you to do me a favor, if you like my blog, will you link to me? i'm itching for some new followers, and could use some help! thanks!

obscenity!

i don't mean to start this blog on a negative, bitchy note, but....

see, i used to work out, and before that, i didn't work out. the working out lasted roughly six months before it teetered off - yet again. i've decided to quit being lazy and get my ass back into the gym, which is exactly what i did this morning. i have a thing for spin class - if there is a muscly african american man teaching it, sign me up. spin must consist of hardcore rap music and ample upper body work for me to be happy. this morning it did; although the pushups were not as cool and graceful at 6 a.m. unforch.

this morning, a woman i'd seen before in my saturday spin class was in attendance. last time, i kept zoning in on her suprisingly jiggly butt completely encasing the seat - it's clear she's an expert - she has the shoes that snap onto the bike - i'm not judging. anyway, this time, she came in with a see through white tshirt, shorts, socks pulled up to her knees and a dark blue push up bra. i get it, smaller breasted women might think it's appropriate to just wear their bra to the gym as there may not be much movement.

i, on the other hand, was not blessed with smaller boobs, so mine are strapped in with a heavy duty nike fit bra that squeezes me down to what looks like a pancaked b-cup.

we were about 30 minutes in to straight sprints. she's on the front row right in front of our awesome teacher (who i may now prefer to the other dude, but it's up in the air), so i couldn't help but notice when her boobs were flopping all over the room and in the middle of her now soaking wet tshirt is her bright blue pushup bra.

what. the. eff?

it was obscene. it's a 5:45 class. it's not like she forgot to pack her sports bra in her gym bag, and whoops! she's forced to wear her very sexy push up. she woke up, put on her push up bra and came to spin. i suppose she could have been on a walk of shame of sorts, but if you've planned enough to pack your tshirt, shorts and knee socks, you've probably got time to think of the sports bra. i'm just sayin'.