Hi Susie,

I know you’re busy getting kicked off websites for watching too much Dexter, but this blog has already been taken over by me and has seen far too much of me today. Help a sister out.

That sums up what I do at work.

If anyone knows me at all…

They’d know that this umbrella was secretly made with me in mind:

OMGLOLBBQ

I wish I could claim those clever letters as mine but I saw that tagged on a dormitory wall about 4 years ago, and I still find it funny.

I’m in love with this:

Hot, smart, female

That’s me. Ha, just kidding. I would never outrightly say that without a “just kidding” disclaimer. Because that would be just too conceited, right?

Anyway, this is the hot, smart, female I’m talking about:

I want her haircut.

I’m obsessing

… over this new blog. I’m bored. At work. With a boss who has a brain like a hummingbird who happens to be out of the office. If this were a twitter I feel like it wouldn’t seem as obsessive. Or maybe it would seem more obsessive. 

“Army of Me” by Grisbi- Amazing song, and who doesn’t love a Bjork remix?

Ohmigod. A kind-of coworker just got on his phone and started speaking Italian (Susie, obviously you know who this is). It’s taking everything inside of me to not destroy myself in a fit of giggles.I don’t know why this makes me want to laugh so hard. Oh… it’s because he’s wearing headphones and looks like he’s not actually talking on his phone.

Just to give you more of a visual: He’s sitting on the shitty-red colored couch, eating a red apple, and wearing khaki’s with a tucked in button-down. Ohmigod.. he made another phone call. Not in Italian. And is giving them a play-by-play that almost mimics what I just wrote. “Yeah… I’m just taking a break. Eating an apple…. no, no. I already ate lunch. But I’m just taking a break, sitting on the couch and eating an apple.”

Fuck my life.

Clever, clever

Great Photography site

Pancho Tolchinsky

I Covet

Though, the only problem with shirts like this, and the reason why I don’t wear grey t-shirts, although grey is my absolute favorite color, is the fear of sweat stains.

I covet thee, though I fear thee for thine sweateth stains.

How To Clean Stuff

I feel like this is something you would enjoy, Suz.

Yummy trench

Susie, this outfit screams your name.

Prince Charles: What A Dummy

I don’t know if you know this, but Dita von Teese is one of my idols. Though I’m sure you’re thinking “That makes perfect sense”. I love that woman, in the way that I want to be her, and be inside of her, almost at the same time. If I had a penis, that is.

http://www.celebitchy.com/13254/prince_charles_accidentally_booked_dita_von_teese_for_prince_harrys_birthday/

Britney Spears Sex Tape

I think those four words say it all, and demands the response, “So?”

How she hasn’t come out with one yet is totally mind-blowing.

“According to new reports, former Britney Spears boyfriend/groupie/personal paparazo Adnan Ghalib is marketing a Britney sex tape. For the “right price,” he says, he’s looking to sell a two-hour long videotape that stars a pink-wigged Spears doing it in Mexico. He told the Sun: “I am not interested in selling out any other details about Britney.”

http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-poll-if-there-really-is-a-britney-spears-sex-tape-would-you-watch-it/#When:22:30:00Z?eref=RSS

RIP Paul Newman

If I were on my computer, I would totally be including a hot photo spread of this wonderful man. He seems like he had a very fulfilling life. I’ll most likely come back and edit this post with pictures and more interesting tidbits about this man’s life. And if you don’t know who Paul Newman is go jump off the nearest bridge, or Google it. Either/or.

Here’ s the edit:

Check out this also:

http://www.newmansown.com/

Paul lounging

P.S.

We seriously need to redesign this blog. It’s ugly and not very tasteful, which makes our blog name “2 girls with great taste” seem like a farce. And by we, I mean you. xoxo

What is this world coming to?

Hey Suz,

Scarlett Johansson got hitched. To Ryan Reynolds. I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to shack up with Alanis Morrissette’s ex (wow, I most likely totally botched how that’s spelled)… Isn’t it ironic? And that makes sense because nothing in that song is actually ironic.. like the above statement.

I just ate a pumpernickel bagel and drank an iced coffee and now I feel like garbage. I went out with “Robb Zombie” again last night… drank a large beer and barely got any sleep. Again. That may be part of the reason, or most of the reason, why I feel like a trash can. I forgot to tell you the other day when I went on a date with him on Sunday night, the same night we had the talk about his girlfriend situation (the one I drunkenly forgot about), we went back to my place and messed around for a couple hours. It was hot, steamy and absolutely lovely and ended with him falling asleep…. while I was blowing him.

To be honest, I was falling in and out of sleep as well so I am almost surprised that I didn’t wake up with a dick in my mouth not remembering how I (or it) got there. I told him about it the next day and he was shocked. He slept at my house until 4 pm yesterday and he messaged me…

Him: “I slept till 4 today. I guess I was reeeally tired. Haha.”

Me: “The fact that you fell asleep while I was blowing you was the first indicator of how tired you were. Hahaha!”

Him: “I’m still amazed by that. You’re the best.”

For everyone else that doesn’t know this wonderfully handsome man, he’s a sound engineer so he is essentially nocturnal and barely gets any days off so when he’s tired, he’s TIRED. Or I’m just trying to cover up how badly I give head.

Clearly, that’s untrue.

He and I have been spending a lot of time together which is nice.. he had two days off in a row, which is almost unheard of. He’s still asleep at my house right now with Bella curled up right next to him. To say that it’s hard to get out of bed when I have a cute puppy laying on me from one side, and my Viking-hunk-of-a-man wrapped around me from the other side, is an understatement.

Ohmigod. “Carrie Bradshaw” (a.k.a. your former employer, and my current employer) just asked about his fucking purple pen. Again.

My father keeps emailing me and I don’t know how to stop letting it affect me, and/or ignore him completely. I want him out of my life but it’s kind of hard to say to someone “Hi. When I associate with you it makes me feel completely worthless and all you do is make me want to shrivel up and cry. I know I owe you money, but that’s essentially the only thing tying me to you at this point. Have a nice life and goodbye. -Kirsten”

I can’t wait to get my new computer so I can stop using this piece o’ shit PC. And oh, by the way, those new PC commercials suck donkey balls and their only saving grace is that Pharrell is in them and he happens to be extremely sexy.

And this is just ridiculous:

Ta ta for now.

Holy shit

I just ordered a new MacBook online. That was one expensive click of the thumb. 

 

The reason for the expensive click is because my old piece-o’-shit decided to die. Yesterday. 

I’m excited about the new one though because hopefully I can find a cute decal thing to cover the boring whiteness that is bound to get extremely dirty.

Dear Inter-web,

Hello. My name is Kiki and my cohort is Susie. Get ready for witty banter, enticing photos of clothing and accessories, and sexual rantings. You’ve been warned. Xoxo