Upon seeing a commercial for Sarah Jessica Parker’s new perfume while The Fiancé and I were watching The Elliot Show (sometimes referred to as American Idol). “Mmm, that’s what I wear.” “I bet that perfume made a lot of money thanks to Sex and the City.” “SJP could take deuce, replicate it, put the cloned turds into teeny boxes tied with a pretty pink ribbon and I would buy that shit. Literally.”...
Engaged May 6, 2006.
“So, what’s your favorite part about being a fiancé?” “My fiancé.”
Um. Effing awesome.
click on it. dooo it.
Q: What comes after snack?
At the office-formally-known-as-my-office, there is a creative concepting room (aka “The War Room”) made especially for the deep conversation and vast mind expansion that inherently occurs in creative partnerships. That is, if you’ve ever actually concepted with your partner. Which I have not. Not a big deal if we weren’t the only creatives in the shop. For over a year. And as if to twist the...
How Jessica got her groove back.
Happy May Day. Otherwise known as Happy I-put-in-my-2-weeks-notice Day. Behold, a list (because I love making lists) of things I plan on getting accomplished during my hiatus from the 9-6 grind: 1. Make loads of cash freelancing to be stuffed into subsequent brown cloth bags with pink puffy-painted dollar signs on them. Bling! 2. Tell people that I’m taking time off to focus on my band. But then...