The Groutfit

Pardon me, but I'm afraid you have yet to be formally introduced to my good friend, and dare I say lover, the Groutfit. Yes, you heard me correctly. An outfit inspired by none other than the rubbery material composed of sand, water, cement and a dash of fine gravel of which is essential to our daily being in dutiful appreciation of the masterful tile work of our forefathers and their handy foreign contractors.

Truly it's an honor.

Can we talk about this

Fact: The blogesphere is vast.

Fact: "Blogesphere" is not, by standards of Webesters Dictionary, a real word. (Urban Dictionary is in fact a whole other story)

Fact: There are millions of diverse people with diverse URL's and invariably more diverse content.

Guiding Question: Why the H-E-double hockey-sticks is everyone wearing the same skirt-short complex, formally recognized by its birth child the skort??**

Hypothesis: No effing idea.

** If you are  not yet  aware of this bashful pandemic, feel free to use your local web browser to it's full capacity and Google, Bing, or maybe even  Yahoo, "Zara skort" in that exact fashion. Then,rejoin our little discussion when more apt to empathetic sentiment.

Blank Slate Sh*t

Look at me, channeling my inner psych ward patient all deranged looking and stuff. I'm pretty darn good if I do say so myself, which of course,  I just did. I get it, this look may be a tough one to sell as a given bystander may depict this look in detail as a prude tossup between a weary, underpaid, overworked, nurse and the sickly patient she selflessly cares for day in and day out without so much as quaint "*cough cough* Shmank you". For those of you appeal to the former rhetoric, since when is it bad to honorably imitate those who are the backbone of this very country. What's more, male nurses are the shit!

But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I.

Maybe not.

Wednesday Hashtags

Feelin' like we should take a moment to just thank God, Buddha, Allah, a Satanical force, a close relative or even your ironically named feline Chihuahua; for cookie dough, overalls and this view.

Comeback Queen

Aww gosh, it's like you can cut the Awkwardness with a tenderly grooved butter knife.

First, I would just like to apologize for my uncanny behavior in my recent uncalled for absence in abandoning the likes of home sweet home, unsavory weather and its compatible internets. I blame the foregin parodical paradise I was bitterly entrapped in in which case all that lush majestic beauty bs provided ill in befitting of a modern inclination towards redefining the term  "Vacay" as one entitled to hot weather, wifi, hot guys, wifi, a hotly contested view and more wifi. But apparently those things rarely subsist in Latin bliss.Thus far, the endeavor is a work in a very banal state of progress.

But let's not dwell on the past you Debby Downer, you. Focus on what I'm wearing right now. Yes, a dress I tell you, a dress!