Here’s some mid-Friday afternoon inspiration of a place I’m guessing we all want to be at right now – the beach. These photos are triggering some undiscovered OCD deep, deep down making me want to plan some getaway despite my terrible planning skills. If I do end up planning one, I think I’d miss a vital part of the whole experience (like booking a place to stay.)
So, in an effort to thwart my desire to parade in a bikini for a few days (minus accommodations and other essentials), I’m sharing the photos with you so that you may be inspired…and, ultimately, plan the trip for me. I give you inspiration, you give me an itinerary.
(Please say yes.)
photos from theyallhateus.com, pinterest, honestlywtf
For all the years that Santa conveniently forgot to pass by, here’s a quick list of what I’m expecting from him this time. I’m extra positive I’ve been nice and that the only logical reason I haven’t been getting Christmas presents recently is because Santa is a big, fat slacker. So should he decide he wants to serve the people like he used to do (yes, he used to), here’s my wish list. I narrowed it down for him already – from the item, brand, size, even the website he could get these from for easier shopping. I am owning that Nice list.
I remember making a shoe list last Christmas too and ended up getting one of the pairs in it. Despite the pair being received about half a year later, I’m clinging on to the very slight chance that a miracle like that happens again this year. I actually tried ordering the Casadei for Prabal Gurung pair last Black Friday but someone, somewhere beat me to it. Prices are still a bit steep for the rest and I’m waiting for them to go lower. Or maybe, in my delusional train of thought, my big, fat Santa can look past the regular price and get it for me. If non-sale shopping Santa ends up being my very own bank account, I’ll turn myself in on the Naughty list (regular priced items are not the smart way to go.)
…but at least I’ll be happy right?
A more reasonably-priced wish list coming your way soon.
Let’s talk LINE. I’ve only recently downloaded the social media app as I honestly didn’t know: 1) if any of my friends actually used it and 2) if it was apt for non-couples as the only thing I knew about it prior is the commercial with two clingy lovebirds.
Upon download I then learned: 1) Yes, a lot of my friends are apparently on Line and 2) it’s not just for clingy couples but for everyone willing to get addicted (or unwilling but are drawn into its magic spell nonetheless) to the cutesy huge-ass cartoon like versions of emojis called stickers.
I do not know how, but it’s like those stickers seem to cater to my every emotion with every single twitch of my face immortalized in a series of options to choose from. Honestly, smileys can only go so far. They don’t depict as much and should you opt for a “hehe” instead of a “:)” you are guaranteed a non-reply. “hehe” is one of my most despised words. It’s such an insincere sounding faux laughter.
Anyway, my Line addiction now entails downloading sticker sets the moment I see new ones with me using as many stickers as humanly possible in each interaction. It has also amounted to a set of Line paraphernalia like Line pens, fans and now, adorable little Line stuffed toys.
Smart Communications is also a big fan of Line and we both understand that you guys are probably just as addicted to it as we are so we’re giving away lovely dolls just like mine.
All you need to do is: