It’s that time again…

You guys. For serious.

Have I mentioned how awesome my friend/coworker/mastermind behind the Bleet-Up Tolly is? That chick gets stuff done, you know?

This Bleet-Up is going to melt your face off. I am vowing, here in front of the Internets, to try and be more social and fun at this one. Vodka will help. So, if you see me there, please buy me something that contains vodka.

My tastes are as varied as they are sometimes misguided

What’s happening, bleeps? Your lives are probably infinitely more interesting than mine, so please let me know what you’ve been up to, so that I may be totally jealous live vicariously through you.

I…well, I’ve recently become involved with Mad Men.

Hello, I'm very attractive.

Maybe I’ve mentioned that I don’t really watch a lot of television. At least, not current television. I tend to watch all television on DVD, which means that I’m behind the general television-watching population. So NO, I do NOT want to know what’s been happening on Lost, and I do NOT want to know what Don Draper did in last night’s episode. I’m sure it was sigh-worthy.

I’ve been doing a lot of sighing lately, come to think of it. Most recently because J. and I watched I Love You, Man (ohhh, Paul Rudd and Jason Segel, please be my friends?) and 17 Again* last night.

It should be illegal. All of it.

I’m not going to talk about Zac Efron, or the things I may have said/thought during the viewing of the aforementioned film, or about how much I enjoyed Google imaging him for this post. Let’s just…let’s just gaze at the pretty picture, and forget about how stupid his hair usually looks, and that maybe he’s a little too pretty, that maybe all the teenage girl crushes are misdirected jealousy. But: so. pretty.

Dear Lord, help me.

ANYWAY. I totally skipped out on ACL this year, like always, and I heard it was muddy. So, no regrets there. Fall, my favorite season, is kinda sorta upon us, and I baked chocolate chip cookies over the weekend to celebrate. All I want to do is eat, so winter must be coming soon because my body is clearly telling me that it needs a few extra layers of belly fat in order to survive. Duly noted, body! Have another cookie.

This weekend I’m going to Chicago for the first time ever, and it’s kind of all I can think about right now. As I do before every trip I take, I’ve been planning outfits in my head. Outfits that will never materialize, because I keep forgetting I’ll only be there for three days and probably don’t need two suitcases. If you’ve been to Chicago and have something awesome to recommend I do/see there, leave me a comment!

*For J.’s sake, I will state that watching 17 Again was TOTALLY MY IDEA and he had NOTHING TO DO WITH IT and I practically TIED HIM DOWN and MADE HIM WATCH IT against his very WILL. He didn’t laugh once, nor did he admit that Zac Efron did an okay job. This is all true.