Didn't really think that Mondays could blow more chunks, but here you have it, folks, the craziness that is the influnce of social media on traditional newspapers at its prime; My beloved newspaper, the National Post annouced today it was going to stop printing on Mondays for the summer months.
Tear. Whatever will I do on Monday mornings?! Seriously. The National Post is my FIVE-day-a-week morning ritual. I come in, sip on my coffee, catch up on the latest on my post and find out what the heck the world's been up to on the weekend!
How am I gonna know now? I will be completely clueless! clueless on the Mondays...because i'd rather be gagged and torture than read The Toronto Star or The Toronto Sun, and my brain's way too fragile to read the Globe and Mail after a debaucherous Sunday...
le sigh. already missing you, Monday edition of the Post!
"You are neither skanks nor apples"
-Blair
At local watering hole Sweaty Betty's. Am told it was the drummer's b-day. Happy belated!
For more info on the band, check out their website: http://www.the-sounds.com/
We’ve been lucky with weather a lot lately and I’ve noticed the ladies are busting out the summer shoes and sandals. And while they always seem like a good idea when you first put them on, its usually about 20 mins into a lovely summer stroll to the beach that your feet start to blister and bleed. It’s very unattractive and painful and yet, every summer we spend good money on pedicures and steve madden strappy sandals only to have both ruined in the first 20 mins!
The other day I sooo desperately wanted to pull out bandaids from my purse and give them to this woman wearing her cute little open toe ballet flats that were ruined by the pools of blood gushing from her bleeding blisters on her heels
So this is a message to the shoe designers out there. Make a summer shoe or sandal that doesn’t make our feet bleed! Please, we’re begging you. I cannot afford a box of bandaids everyday, I’m unemployed!!!! And a side note to the makers of Haviana’s flip flops. THANK YOU!!!!! Your flip flops are so comfy and slim that they even fit inside my clutch purses so I can take them anywhere!!
While this note won’t help with this summers footwear I can offer this advice to the ladies out there. Advil before you go out n new shoes, pack those extra cushy bandaids made specifically for blisters and a tube of polysporin. It will save your feet from so much unneccessary pain.
Sincerely,
Dr. M.
So im catching up on Gossip Girl and reading the news headlines on CP 24 and checking the weather , you know the usual multi-tasking.
The headline that caught my eye was that Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick are expecting twins through a surrogate mother…. why the surrogate? I mean she’s not MJ or Ricky Martin! And she’s had one baby already – the ever adorable James. Second, what’s with all these celebs having twins??? All those new moms who are just having one are not doing something right!
Well there ya have it folks… the next time someone asks what SJP and Ricky Martin have in common…. You’ll have an answer! It’s satisfying isn’t it?
XO
M
in L.A. and I'm not there to see it happen but they sell the pictures to USWeekly, do I still get to not care?
So Heidi "I Heart Jesus" Montag and Spencer "Douchebasket" Pratt got married over the weekend in Los Angeles.
Heidi wore a beautiful Monique Lhuillier wedding dress, and her hair was so bleached that people in the first two rows went temporarily blind. Spencer continued to look like a possessed cabbage patch doll. Kristen Cavallari of Laguna Beach "fame" caught the bouquet. Lauren Conrad showed up at the nuptials, thus fulfilling some sort of contractual obligation, no doubt.
Pictures posted here on popsugar, if you care: http://www.popsugar.com/3077785?page=0,0,0
I need a poptart and a percoset to get me through this one.
XOXO
Blair
Photo is from PerezHilton.com
Now? Now. We have all of these different means of communication that may just be getting a bit out of hand. For instance, facebook. This was an actual conversation I heard when walking on Dundas Street West passing a cute Portuguese bakery. Two people standing outside having a smoke. A guy and a girl.
Guy: So why did you delete me off facebook?
Girl: Because of what you did.
Guy: What? What did I do?
Then I passed. So she was pissed, deleted him off facebook, BUT was still out in the middle of the day having a coffee and a smoke at a cafe with him. Seriously, what has this world come to?! I have seen friendships almost end because someone got mad at something random and deleted a friend off of facebook. Welcome to 2009 folks!
I feel like things might be getting a bit outa of hand now. What happened to the good old days when boys use to call you and you'd have amazing conversations for hours and hours, when people use to make party invitations and not e-vites, when your entire life wasn't exposed to the world. I will make a promise right now. Tonight I will call the 12 year old boy (he's not actually 12, but a good amount younger then me...ha that's just how I roll..) that I'm crushing at the moment to see if we can make a plan for the weekend and not text him. OK? OK.
Happy Friday!
Kelly.
oh hi ya'll,
my name is angela and for the past seven years, i've had a guilty pleasure. like for real. seven years now. even back then, i knew it was kind of uncool to like The All American Rejects but that didn't deter me from totes loving their poppy lil heartbreaking tunes and Tyson Ritter's skin and bones.
so after trying going to hunt down tickets to lily allen's treasure hunt on twitter fun that would have so been ours had it not been for a dinner we had to attend, kels and i arrived at the Phoenix Concert Theatre to check out the band. We made sure to mortify our darling friend for a good few minutes beforehand, making sure her boss and everyone else in the venue knew that she, did, in fact have friends that liked this band and were the age of majority.
totes didn't get what the big deal was about being in our mid-twenties and liking The All American Rejects until we walked in. umm...aside from the screaming thirteen year olds that I once was, which was totally kosher-props to all the 13 year old kids, the venue also consisted of their parents and my favourites; the 24 year old girls from woodbridge with long bangy hair and uggs who thought they were clearly rockers because instead of listening to trance music like their other friends, they were here, at what they really thought in their hearts of hearts was a rock show. clearly.
had the pleasure of standing beside such one Gina Bambina, who kept 'dancing' to what one can only assume was a marriage between how they dance up in them clubs and heavy metal head banging. Listen doll, if you wan to mosh at an All American Rejects show, I suggest you go to the front with all the twelve-year olds.
as for the concert, as per ush, the Rejects put on a pretty entertaining show. My ultimate favourite will forever be the time that lil' Tyson did a bit too much of something and kept making devil horns with his fingers but he played up his heart throb status with the teen beat crowd quite amazingly and the band's performance was quite tight. The kid can sing; that's for sure. Stand-out songs included Swing Swing, a song that Kelly mentioned is what got her into the band in the first place..via me..- everybody awww, now-, that new 'hell' song that I can never remember the name of and their last song pre-encore 'Move Along', which if you ask me, they should have left till the very end to pursuade the kids to actually move their asses, as opposed to gawking frozen solid at Tyson when the band was done as he threw some random crap out into the audience, preventing me from getting out of there fast enough to optimize my drinking time. Had there been a fire, we all woulda been screwed.