a good example of why ill be single forever

i want eggnog real bad

but i refuse to go to the store for it

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shits nasty

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wow im not even sure i can talk to you anymore.

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im not gonna drink an egg

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you are dumb

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Today my professor asked me why a piece I am working about is important to me. I said "you know...to understand why we do the things we do." He said "I don't beleive that for one fucking second--this is not about them, this is about you. Why do you want to carry all these people's angst? It's because it's you wanting to somehow have the power, for you to reconcile all of these things." I wanted to cry and to rejoice at the same time. It's been a while since I've felt like anyone could really see me.

cupcakes

Pretty Foods & Pretty Drinks   (clipped to polyvore.com)

remembering

"And I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm"

withering

I have never felt so worthless or alone. and everyone has heard this in so many different translations that there is no left to care.

blame game

Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of l-o-v-e
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely

 -Yeezy

Ice Dancer

So, it's official. I signed up for fall ice dancing lessons. AND Stroking(basically like cardio on ice--basically I'm going to die). I'm truthfully really afraid of it for a couple of reasons--the bullies, for one. Yes, there are bullies at the ice rink. And yes, I get scared of bullies, having been tortured by them in middle/high school. Secondly, there are my poor, poor dilapidated knees. The cartilage, or lack thereof, begs me not to put them through this again....But. All of this can't outweigh how excited I am.  I feel like I'm doing something really good for me--physically, and emotionally. Skating is really sort of peculiar. I think one of the reasons I've always struggled with it/ held a place for it in my heart is it is a lot like acting, or any other kind of art. Your heart is basically on your sleeve. You can't hide your feelings--it will always come out in your dancing. And if your'e lucky, on the ice is where you'll either deal with it, or leave it. And I'm ready to do just that.

life lessons

I am a lot stronger than I gave myself credit for. Sometimes it takes being disappointed in everything around you to decide to rise above.

The Righteous Brothers

Playing fifties music just to get my daddy to sing. And also because I love it.

The Velveteen Rabbit

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."


"You were Real to the Boy," the Fairy said, "because he loved you. Now you shall be Real to every one."

Office Shenanigans:FB chat

Paige:

lol

lawl

laal

loll

lloll

LOL

Micah: ...

Paige: 

lawhl

Micah: are you ok?

Insight

At Leah's 21st birthday party:

Me(to Leah):" I started crying while I wrote your card."

Jenae(Leah's sister):"Paige, you cry about everything."


The truth comes out...

Vintage Pyrex: Amish Butterprint Cinderella Mixing Bowl Set of Fo...

Vintage Pyrex: Amish Butterprint Cinderella Mixing Bowl Set of Fo...

My mom has a set just like these, and this really sentimental part of me has to have them. Further proof that I am in fact becoming my mother.

itunes

I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I feel really sneaky listening to other people's music on shared networks...I feel like it's this really intimate, yet possibly false projection of them that maybe I shouldn't be privy to. That being said, the people I work with have really good/diverse tastes in music, so not having my ipod handy is more of a blessing than a tragedy.

awkward...

Today my male boss walked by my open-doored office just in time to see me fish out a chex mix square that fell into my shirt. I felt really awkward at first, but then I figured anyone who appreciates how good chex mix is could understand why I wouldn't want it to go to waste.

cinco de mayo fail

So basically instead of getting my cinco de drinko on, I made a lean cuisine, did some laundry, and spent hours singing karaoke versions of the disney princess songs on youtube. Yes, I am that cool.

assholes.

Dear Red Mazda,license plate 482-DDB,

I know that to brainless blonde bitches, it's probably really hilarious to intentionally run someone off the road. It  won't be so funny when I report you to the police and you will have to sacrifice all that money you would've spent paying for boxed wine and flavored condoms to pay for the fatass fine they're going to give you.

Love,

Paige

all black everything.

Dear People in charge of Evening in Orange,
I know I'm just a lowly designer that worked on a piece for your event ALL SEMESTER LONG, but would it be ok with you if I please dressed up in a sparkly dress and heels? I've endured this shit all semester, and you want me to wear black pants and a black shirt? I am not a waiter, or a funeral home director. I am a tired little person who wants to drink a cocktail in sequins and pretend I'm rich like everyone who will be around me. Also, if I have to try on one more ill-fitting black school marm dress in a department store, I'm going to puke up my increasingly lowered body image all over their smudgy mirrors. The end. love, Paige //end rant

design asshole.

Last night I got upset to the point of screaming over my mom's embroidery machine's horrible software that wouldn't allow a precise grid, type size, or controlled tracking/kerning. My mom couldn't understand why I was so mad. The moral of the story: to the rest of the world, design has made me an asshole.

Buttercream

Dear Buttercream,

I love you..for all your possibilities and shortcomings. It's like one of my obsessive high school relationships. Not quite right yet, but on the verge of something really fantastic. That said, I will never cheat on you with a shortening based frosting ever again. It was a disappointing and lonely experience I hope to never repeat. Unless I can find a happy medium between the both of you and then it's adios....Sorry.

I awkwardly love you forever and always,

Paige

In all seriousness, serious bakers out there, know of any good ways to cut the sweetness in a frosting without compromising the texture?