Pardon My Rambling...

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Survivor Woman

Remember that game you always used to play in elementary school? And middle school? And high school? And at college orientation? You know, the one where you’re forced to choose the items you’d want to have in your posession should you find yourself stranded on a desert island? Yeah, that game.

While stranded in the office one afternoon with nothing but my thoughts, I got thinking. Here’s my list in no particular order.

1) A solar powered Kindle - If they can make a solar powered car, they can make a solar powered Kindle. I don’t own a Kindle and don’t intend on purchasing one because I’m a traditionalist when it comes to books (what can I say, I like the way they smell). But on a desert island, I’ll want unlimited access to books.

2) A vat of sunscreen - I’ve only experienced a real sunburn once in my life, but once was more than enough. I’d like to keep my complexion olive, thank you very much.

3) Dexter John, my beloved iPod - Let’s face it, even shellfish wouldn’t be able to stand the fact that I’m tone deaf. Best to leave the musical entertainment to the professionals.

4) Smith’s Rosebud Salve - Salvation for my lips.

5) Bocce Ball - For the elderly Italian man in me.

6) A pair of flip flops - Sometimes the sun warms the sand a little too much. Sometimes it hurts the bottom of my feet.

7) Nutella - It makes everything taste magnificent.

8) A bathing suit - It’s practical.

9) Orange soda - Who loves orange soda? Allison loves orange soda. Is it true? Mmhmm.

10) A photo album - Because sometimes I like to look back.

Let me tell you something about Tom Riddle. We were teacher and student in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even… whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first enemy Grindelwald, who was totally gorgeous. But then I had to defeat him, and Tom was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow him off to duel with Grindelwald, he’d be like “Why didn’t you fight me back?”. And I’d be like “Why are you so obsessed with me?”. So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-Muggle sympathisers pool party, I was like “Tom, I can’t invite you because I think you’re Lord Voldemort “. I mean, I couldn’t have a Dark Lord at my party. There were gonna be people there in their muggle clothes. I mean, right? He was the Dark Lord. So then his mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then he dropped out of society because no one would talk to his disembodied soul, and he came back in the fall for the second Wizarding War, all of his hair was cut off and he was totally weird, and now I guess he’s got Horcruxes.

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Genius.

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pure genius.

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There are no words.

Empire State of Mind

                                     

So looking forward to escaping to my favorite place on the planet for the weekend.

Commitment Phobia

Here’s the thing: I’ve been residing in my current apartment for six months now and I still only have one picture adorning my spacious (read: miniscule) abode. 

Why go bare you ask? Well, truth be told I’m rather indecisive when it comes to interior decorating. I mean, couches and coffee tables and dressers and whatnot are a pretty big commitment. And let’s be realistic, I’m not so good when it comes to settling. But of all things to be most picky about (it took me half a second to decide that a pale mint couch was the one for me)…pictures, really? 

And it’s not for lack of trying. I’ve searched high and low at all the usual suspects - Pier One, Target, Crate & Barrel, Ikea, the Internet. But regardless of my efforts, I cannot get myself to commit on wall art. Evidently, I’m not a fan of floral pieces. Then I find it difficult to decipher whether an abstract work is tasteful or tasteless. And as much as I adore my friends and family, I’m not so sure I want their faces - even the silly ones - gracing the likes of my living and bed rooms.  

So my dear friends, if you see something, say something. Or better yet, share a link.

Would anyone like to accompany me on a trip back to Amsterdam? Five years later and I still can’t get over how undeniably beautiful it is there…

Would anyone like to accompany me on a trip back to Amsterdam? Five years later and I still can’t get over how undeniably beautiful it is there…

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.