Smarter Than Me

Veronica Mars is smarter than me; you're not.

But really: I love good grammar, coffee, Montreal, and the internet. I work hard and party harder, and you can read all about it (and other stuff I like on any given day) right here.
I prefer to eat everything as a samosa with #champagne. This is a peach samosa with Quebec strawberries! #saveyousome

I prefer to eat everything as a samosa with #champagne. This is a peach samosa with Quebec strawberries! #saveyousome

I gotta say this somewhere:

Knowing how to relax at work is NOT A SKILL.

That is all.

sarahj-art:

Nightly ritual followed by regret.


Samesies except when I finish, I smoke another joint and then eat three pieces of cheesecake.

sarahj-art:

Nightly ritual followed by regret.

Samesies except when I finish, I smoke another joint and then eat three pieces of cheesecake.

(via tastefullyoffensive)

Crazy yummy takeout from Park.  (at Park Restaurant)

Crazy yummy takeout from Park. (at Park Restaurant)

Things I Learned From My Cousin: Marry a Foreigner

  • French Husband (singing): I'm a creeeeeeeep....
  • Bellarussian Husband: Is that by Radioshack?
  • French Husband: Banana creeps. Chocolate creeps.
Coffee in bed and Breakfast Poutine - I’m sure no one wonders why I’m renewing my wedding vows with this man in two weeks!

Coffee in bed and Breakfast Poutine - I’m sure no one wonders why I’m renewing my wedding vows with this man in two weeks!

Maybe, as a successful adult, I am not supposed to say things like, “My outlook on life and conception of myself as a person are thanks largely in part to a television show about a teenage detective,” but if that’s the case I don’t really want to be a successful adult. When I started watching Veronica Mars, it was the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, and I had developed a personality that was largely centered on letting terrible dudes push me around and make me feel awful about myself, and I was very sad, all the time. And then I watched Veronica Mars, which is about fathers and daughters and class warfare and high school and murder and most of all, to me, the triumphs and pitfalls of being a smart, tough girl in a world that would rather you be stupid and compliant.

I don’t think half an Atavan is enough because it’s 2am and I just got out of bed to wash my feet.

This follows closely on the heels of me making a pillow barricade to protect me from my noisy mouth-breather of a French Husband.

Insanity 1, Atavan 0

Don’t drink with atavan and call me 2 hours after you take 1 or after you take 3 drinks what ever comes first. P. s. Love you

—Actual cut and paste of a text from my dad. Happy wedding planning!

I would definitely have two kids so they would play amongst themselves because I hate playing their boring stupid kid games.

—Cammy Sue. who says the greatest things