Hooray for Binnie!

Binnie and I went to Bloomingdale's last Thursday and got free headphones.
Al met up with me too, but I lost him after a little while.
I like hanging out with Binnie because she can read my mind and gives good advice.
She's awesome.

Soapbox Race!

Because there's no need to comment, I'm just posting these pictures/videos.

He's clearly a member of Team Douchebag.

Me and BlahBlah

This is what it was like:

Son of a Biscuit Eating Bulldog.

So Ice Cube is going to be in town tonight.
And when I say "in town" I mean in Philly.
I so wish I could go.
BUT I'll be going to this instead:
(Click to enlarge)


It's Al's birthday. Yay Al!

Rinky Dink.

When I first started seeing Myke, the girl he was talking to before me called me a "rinky-dink white girl."
Of course I found this to be rediculous because I'm certainly not rinky nor dink.
But for some reason, I woke up this morning wondering if I am, in fact, rinky-dink.

Rinky-dink
Meaning

Something that is worn out, cheap or insignificant. To give someone the rinky-dink means to cheat them.

Origin

The derivation of this expression isn't known, but we do know that it originated in the USA around the turn of the 20th century. Both of the above meanings, i.e. the adjectival meaning 'cheap and tacky' and the verb 'to cheat' originated then.

The earliest citation refer to the 'cheating' meaning. For example, this piece from The Fresno Morning Republican, June 1899:

But I - I ain't got nothln' for to show him what I think,
But you can bet I'll not set by and get the rinky-dink!

The 'cheap and tacky' meaning seems to have derived from that. The earliest citation I can find for that usage is in the Pennsylvania newspaper The McKean Democrat, February 1912:

"Some people will put a quarter column advertisement in some little rinky-dink sheet for $9 a year."
(That's according to phrases.com.uk)

Well I don't know much about that...but I'm going to go with no. I'm comfortable with my level of tacky-ness. Truely I am.
I'm not worn-out. Not at all. If anything, I haven't even been worn yet.
I am holding back though. It's a damn shame.

In other news, I love Peggy Bundy. Yes.

Surprise Surprise.

I'm the only one keeping myself from doing what I want to do and being who I want to be.

My thoughts for the day include:

1. I want to detach myself from any type of "scene".
In a scene - once you've met one person, you've met them all.

2. I'm going to focus on me for a while.

3. I want to conserve for a while. Every part of my being.

4. Life's too short to be shy. And so am I.

5. Where my girls at? For real....

Harrison Ave, Norwood

When I was younger, my mom, sister, and I lived in my Aunt Ginny's apartment house in Norwood.
Friends of my mom lived across the street.
They had 2 daughters were who older than me, and I always thought they were so cool.
I learned to say "duh" from them and they always had cool bangs and the best clothes.
They had a dog named Biscuit.
I always got their hand-me-downs and I was always excited when some "new" stuff came.
I think one of my favorite things from them were these pants that were kinda like Hammer pants, but they had 2 flaps that folded across the front and then they buttoned. ("Diaper Pants")
I loved them.
I want to revisit my childhood wardrobe and bring some of it back.
I was always stylin.

I love that there's a pattern specifically called "MC Hammer."

Smelly Old Sneakers.

I'm a strictly sneakers kind of girl.
Lately I've been having a hard time finding sneakers that I really like - well ones that won't be on every foot in the city.
I haven't even been excited about any since I got these purple vintage ones that fold down and snap - that I've never seen anywhere.
I want more vintage kicks - and soon.


And let's not forget this rediculousness:



haha I love how it's "the future" now and these still don't exist. I think I'm more interested in the hover board.