HO HO HO

12 days until Christmas! By the time you read this, it will probably be 11 days.  Happy Hanukkah to everyone who doesn't celebrate Christmas :) If you don't celebrate either, I hope you don't get mad when someone wishes you a "Happy Holidays" and I am not quite sure what you look forward to at the end of the year.

With the holidays quickly coming, I have been working a lot and have not had a lot of time to explore this amazing city.  I promise after the new year they will happen more frequently :)

I will start off with things I want for Christmas.  My mom asked me what was on my Christmas List and I said someone to pay off my student loans, lipo, and one or more nights with Jake Gyllenhaal.  See here is the science, someone pays off my loans, I have money, with that money, I can get lipo, with lipo, I get Jake.  

I love to hate Taylor Swift because she is dating him. 

Okay but really, please pay really close attention if you are my friend.........

1.  SNL Best of Chris Farley - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YfvBbxE1vU, my FAVORITE VIDEO EVER

2. La Mer watch, HOW CUTE ARE THESE!? This one specifically (Bali Studded Wrap Watch in black), thank you.  Please note, I am really into gold right now.

3. Really cute black boots with a heel.  I don't know where to find REALLY cute ones so I need suggestions please. Actually, flat back every day boots too for that matter.  Check out the Natale boots in the sale section :)  Natale Boots

With the holidays here, I am trying my best to eat healthy.  Sometimes, it goes great, I actually WANT to eat celery with hummus.  Other days, give me a turkey sub with mustard, lettuce, and tomatoes any day O YA also a bag of BBQ chips and a 7 Up, I will also freshen my breath with 28 Jolly Ranchers.  

Boston Kebab House is where all of my salad dreams have come true.  Thank GOD that retail hours usually gives me a break around two or three because the line here is usually wrapped around the corner.  For all of $5.48 you can have a salad with ANYTHING IN IT.  Really ANYTHING.  They have a million different vegetables, "toss-ins" as they call them, dressings, and meats.  I really can never make a decision, I usually ask waitresses at restaurants to pick something for me, but here they scare you in a really nice way so you order fast.  I could tell you what I usually get for my salad but you don't care (okay fine: organic spinach, mixed greens, feta cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers, red onions, carrots, almonds, broccoli, cranberries, banana chips, chicken, and I always say surprise me with the dressing just not creamy).  You also get a free piece of pita bread, YUM.  Word on the block is that they have great subs too, check it out: http://bostonkebabhouse.com/.  

If you go around the corner, the Au Bon Pain on State Street everyday has a sign outside the store where they write some type of catchy phrase to get you in.  On MULTIPLE OCCASIONS, the sign has said "Let Us Toss Your Salad", thank you ABP.

You can think my head is in the gutter.  It actually is, I am a pervert, whatever.  Today while helping a husband find a wallet for his wife, he goes into great detail about an expensive bag that he bought her last year for Christmas.  The husband was kind of odd (he opened up his arms like he was going to hug me when I asked if I could help him), but he kept referencing this "expensive bag" that was mahogany and it had to match.  After finding the right wallet for his wife, the man says: "Awesome, this is a great gift.  The price isn't too bad either, I totally splurged all over my wife last Christmas".  WHY WHY WHY.

When the bars let out at 2 AM and you are trying to soak up all the alcohol in your stomach, where do you go?  I have contemplated this for a very long time.  After bouncing around some bars on Saturday, a friend of mine was craving pizza and another friend was craving something sweet.  I had heard a rumor that Mike's Pastry in the North End was open 24 hours.  I will go ahead and clear the rumor, this place isn't open 24 hours.  I was there at 3 AM and it was closed.  

A few doors down on Hanover St., Cafe Pompeii was open.  I don't really want to tell you that this place has the best pizza, french fries, or dessert.  I don't think I really remember how good anything was, I did eat all of my food though, duh.  What I will tell you is that if you and your friends do not want the night to end, go here. If you are not 100% Italian, you will stick out like a sore thumb.  Our waiter was really nice; I asked him if he was full Italian (because I knew he wasn't) and he whispered "HALF".  I really think he was lying, he was just trying to fit in, I respect him.  I also could not help but notice a guy rocking a fur jacket and Kangol hat eating with a man in a really sharp suit, like how are they even acquainted?  

Anyways, if you are looking for late night eats after being out around Faneuil, go to Cafe Pompeii.

I don't know any of these people, they were not at Cafe Pompeii but I wish they were.  How pale is the guy in the middle!?

Pretty Please with Sprinkles and Shimmer on Top

Monday is the worst day of the week.  No matter how much I try to like them, they always suck.  I can go to bed early, work out in the morning, convince myself it is Friday but NOTHING WORKS.   I swear "Case of the Mondays" was contagious today; on the train, Starbucks, at work, and even the gym (the bros were in a funk) -- everyone had it! 

The only thing that made my day was this crazy picture of my best friend's baby - how does this not make your day?? Look at those teeth! And really cute moose sweater.  I wonder who bought that :)

Since I have started working in retail, I have really developed an appreciation for boutiques.  A lot of effort, planning, and thought goes into each item that is carried and sold.  I love buying something that you know no one else will have.  Ever go out on a Friday night, really thought you scored on that $14.99 shirt from Forever 21, and you see 1,499 girls wearing the same shirt thinking they totally scored too?  Sucks.

A store that I have been a huge fan of over the past couple of years is Habit in South Boston on Broadway.  They carry my favorite brand of jeans (Hudsons), a  lot of great pieces varying from funky dresses to yogi t-shirts, and awesome accessories.  When I went in to visit last week, I picked up these two scarves as Christmas gifts, what do you think? 

I love that they are so colorful and are so shimmery.  Shimmer, glitter, and sequins are everywhere right now.  Hop on the wagon, everyone deserves to shine.  These scarves are super soft, warm, and come in a really pretty gold too.  They are $28 and according to the Sales Associate, they are selling fast but have shipments coming in.

Here is the link to Habit: http://habitshop.com/ and their Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Boston-MA/HABIT/8067762249 - speaking of computers at Habit, I attempted to show the Sales Associate something on the computer and the second I touched the mouse the computer crashed.  I am a walking computer virus.

Evidence that I am a computer turd:  Once while writing a paper in W.E.B. Du Bois library, that usually had at least 1,000 students in it at any time, I downloaded what I thought was virus protection.  Thank god I had printed my paper before my "virus protection" had finished downloading.  I swear this thing looked real -- what happened when it was finished downloading?  Violent porn appeared on my screen and moaning streamed through my headphones.  Not only did the moaning scare me so much I almost fell out of my chair, but other students walking by definitely saw the porn on my computer.  


It isn't weird to watch porn in public?  


I thought I had deleted the virus off of my computer but every couple of days, extremely graphic icons would appear on my desk top.  Can you imagine explaining to your parents why you might need a new computer?  "I thought it was a virus protector."  At the time I was interning for a online startup page, www.campuslive.com, (check it out) where I worked with computer Gods.  After erasing my hard drive, and reinstalling Microsoft, I am eternally grateful.  Overall story, Internet Bullies:1, Lizzy: 0.

A field of food I am not an expert in is dessert.  Sure I like sugar cookies and strawberry shortcake, but everything else I don't really care for. Ice cream gives me a stomach ache and anything with chocolate makes my mouth feel like I ate a bag of cotton balls.  Don't let me fool you, I would steal candy from a baby, not chocolate, but something like Jolly Ranchers.  I love salty foods too - french fries, salt and vinegar chips, everything bagels or anything sour.

After speaking with my beautiful cousin who is a dessert expert, my friends and I checked out Kickass Cupcakes in Davis Square.  I instantly loved Kickass because they had a water bowl outside for dogs.  They had quite a variety of cupcakes but I chose a vanilla cupcake with vanilla frosting and sprinkles.  I figured if they couldn't nail your standard cupcake, they weren't worth blogging about.  THE CUPCAKE WAS AMAZING!  The cupcake itself was moist and the frosting was delicious too; not too sweet and really rich.  Two of my friends joined me on my cupcake quest; going alone is social suicide.  Both Sarah and Liz have sweet tooths, also Sarah is a great baker and Liz's mom is a baking angel.  Sarah and Liz both loved their cupcakes; so it is true, Kickass Cupcakes does in fact kick ass.

My cupcake

Liz and Sarah trying their first Kickass cupcake!

Some of the cupcakes they had were: oreo, chocolate mint, cookie dough, and red velvet. They also offer a deep fried cupcake, I think if I try this I will instantly develop type II diabetes.  Someone please try it and tell me how it is.

Look at that variety!!

Turns out the lady who owns Kickass Cupcakes is from Dorchester.  I run by the Kickass car at least twice a week, you would have thought I could have put the pieces together.  I guess everything and everyone from Boston is just better :)

Website: http://www.kickasscupcakes.com/ Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/kickasscupcakes.fans

Gobble Gobble Wobble Wobble

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!

Today is my favorite day of the year.  I really think my birthday might fall second to Thanksgiving.  What is better than eating tons of food (I love cranberry sauce on EVERYTHING), wearing black sweatpants because they are comfortable and forgiving, and spending time with the people you love most!?  I don't allow myself to eat this much any other time of the year, even on my birthday, so I will say again, Thanksgiving is the best holiday of the year.  Also, the night before is always a blast.  My best friend is convinced she was roofied and I left all of my dance moves and booty shakes on the floor.  On top of that, the Patriots won today and the Celtics won last night.  Thank you Shaquita for being so amazing last night <3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ez5fu24JLpM.

I have become the laziest person on this planet.  I blame my jobs because I don't have a consistent schedule which makes me cranky.  I thrive on being organized.  When I am not organized, I am cranky.  I hate me when I'm cranky, so it is best that I don't blog.  This happened to me all on Monday:

1.  I worked a double (typical Monday)
2. On the way to my second job a retired S&M actress/actor (I still think it was a man dressed as a woman) harassed a coworker and I on the green line about our outfits and how "fabulous" we looked.
3.  Stopping in Au Bon Pain to get a cup of soup before my shift, I opened the door for a woman in a wheel chair AND SHE RAN OVER MY FOOT AND JUST STOPPED THERE FOR A FULL TEN SECONDS.  I ONLY HAD ON MY FLATS.  She did not even say sorry, granted she probably could not feel that she had probably just crushed my precious foot.  Sometimes, I don't like doing nice things for people.

I should reiterate that it is best that I do not blog when I am cranky.

It has come to my attention that all of you reading this right now have been itching for another posting like a crack head looking for their fix.  I have come to terms that I have become your "Lori Beth Denberg Vital Information" for your everyday life.  If you don't know who she is, I am not sure that you should continue reading.

I will start off with FOOD.  Now I know that I said I was only writing about restaurants and local businesses in Boston, but since it is my blog, I'm breaking the rules.  Rules are only made to be broken.

I hate cats.  They are the worst animals ever; they are not loyal, they hiss at you, they smell like pee, and I'm allergic to them.  One cat I do love is the Fat Cat.  It is a little restaurant in Quincy Center, the one reason I do not go here a lot is because EVERYONE loves this place so much that there is usually always a wait (I hate waiting - Virgos are very impatient).  I do love this place for these reasons:

1. Shuttle salad - Mesculin greens, goat cheese, dried cranberries, candied pecans - AMAZING!!
2.  Steak and cheese - A couple of weeks ago, I saw Darius Rucker in Hampton Beach.  My friends and I went to a dive bar for dinner and I ordered the greasiest steak and cheese.  I honestly think the bread was soaked in grease; do not fret I ate it anyways.  The steak and cheese is SO good here, that I only eat one half and then save the second half for lunch the next day.
3. Fried Calamari (can't you tell I love healthy food) - I love calamari when it is served with red peppers.  I eat all the peppers and my brother eats all of the olives (gross).  The "secret" sauce they serve this with is also finger-lickin-goooooooooood.
4.  They have a lot of awesome drinks!  When I feel like being the bad, half Asian I am, I order the "Hello Kitty". -_-
5.  Great prices.

Here is their website: http://www.fatcatrestaurant.com/ - Go there, check it out, tell me what you think.

When I went here for lunch with my brother on Tuesday, the funniest thing happened in under three minutes of  arriving to Fat Cat.  After the waitress took our drink order, the heavy set man behind Brian RIPPED THE LOUDEST FART I HAVE EVER HEARD IN PUBLIC.  It was so loud it sounded fake.  I was so impressed by the intensity of the fart that my jaw dropped for a good 15 seconds.  Once I started laughing so hard I was crying and shaking (not cool) the farter says, "Um that was embarrassing".  Yes, man who farted so loud it vibrated all of Fat Cat while you were definitely on a business lunch, it was.

Laziness is setting in again, I think it is the turkey and cranberry sauce :)  I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!

Big Head

I'll get straight to the point, I have a huge head.  I mean I know a girl who has a HUGE head, but mine is still pretty big.  I don't understand why; both of my parents have pretty small heads, my Tutu's head looks big but I think it is her white afro. See below:

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My head is so big that when I was around seven or eight, I thought I was going to die (so I'm dramatic) because my head got stuck in my cousin's football helmet.  He was probably 17 years old, over six feet tall, around 250 lbs.


Big heads are cool, because I have big brains.  Big heads aren't cool because hats don't fit me (insert bad joke: "I have the same problem, rubber hats don't fit me either") and I really like hats!  Okay, maybe I am being super dramatic, unless you agree that my head is huge, but baseball hats do fit me if they're adjustable.  I once got a really warm winter hat for Christmas, put it on my head, and almost fainted on the way to class because the hat was cutting off my circulation. I was too embarrassed to ask for the receipt so I donated it.


Hungover shopping on Sunday, I found a really cool hat at Target.  It was only $9.99!!!!  I love it because it is loose fitting and forgiving on the bowling ball I carry on my neck.  Hats rock because you can really cover up a bad hair day.  I wore it to work today with black pants, my black leather jacket, and black scarf.  A homeless man in the commons asked if I was in the mafia.  This stuff never gets old.


Here is my child (not really my child) wearing the hat.  How cute, chic, and trendy does little baby Francis look?  He kept the hat on for a full 20 minutes.  I knew it was a keeper.

I want to find a hat like this in gray, so if you see one, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

Yogi Nation

I am going to start off by saying CAN THE CELTICS BE ANY MORE SEXIER/SKILLED/KICK ASS THAN THEY ARE RIGHT NOW?!?! I don't talk politics and although I love the NBA, I don't really talk sports either (one my best friends is a sports guru so I don't try), but screw you Miami.

Watching sports with my mother is always interesting.  She said that Big Baby was really cute, so I replied: "Would you marry Glen?" and all she said was "What? Lizzy I don't know a Mary Glen."

One of my biggest flaws (although I am close to perfect) is that when I am in a bad mood, everyone knows it.  I don't mean for this to happen, I don't like being the Debbie Downer of a group, I swear.  Recently at the gym, a man approached me and asked me if I was okay, after giving him my infamous death stare, he just replied "If you smiled, you would look a lot nicer."  I did not respond to him because I was so confused and SO MAD!

Am I supposed to be smiling on the treadmill while I am running and the sweat from my head is my burning eyes? Does Jillian Michaels smile? No.  Do you think Arnold Schwarzenegger ever smiled at the gym? No.  Did Rocky smile when he was running up those stairs? No.  Come on, we all can't be Richard Simmons here, even if he is fabulous.

Rocky

versus

**** RICHARD!!!! ****

I think I am more like Rocky........

I have come to the conclusion that as much as I love the gym, I will:
A. Never be in a good mood working out if I have idiots like this approaching me
B. Never be part of the secret club at the Neponset Planet Fitness (everyone is "bros" there) even if I go frequently
C. Never eat the free pizza on Mondays or bagels on Tuesdays because I have no self control, which would lead me to never picking up any hotties/bros.

The solution to my bitchiness/being in a bad mood: YOGA.  I always jokingly refer to myself as a "yogi" I am slowly starting to learn the benefits of yoga.  Tuesday, I walked into my class and I was in the WORST MOOD EVER.  No Chris Farley youtube clip could get me out of it (this is a serious bad mood), but after 90 minutes of meditating, downward dogs, and a couple of oooommmms, I felt like a million dollars.  I walked out of class really sweaty but most importantly calm and with a more positive attitude.  Also, yoga works a lot of muscles that you do not work out on a regular basis.  I hate when people say that "yoga isn't their thing."  DON'T KNOCK IT UNTIL YOU TRY IT. YOGIS LOVE EVERYONE, SO DON'T BE SHY.

I am a member of South Boston Yoga (http://southbostonyoga.net/), located in South Boston (duh), across from Broadway station.

Reasons why this joint rocks:
1. They moved across the street to a renovated building and the classrooms are huge!  Some classes even have skylights and disco balls.  I do not know why there are disco balls.
2. There are all different types of yoga classes, ALL DAY EVERYDAY.
3. Everyone is SO nice, seriously walking in, I become a little less bitchy and try to be a better person.
4. They have a partner aerial swing class that I want to try, can you say EROTIC.

Drop in classes are $14, they have package deals, and I would recommend Robin, she is my favorite instructor.  She pushes me to do handstands when I don't want to and really kicks your ass in a yogi type of way.  I will put up pictures of my fellow yogis in their pretzel poses soon.

MY AWESOME FINDS:

1. Do you run outside, need a place to put your house/car key, and really don't want to put it in your bra? A close friend of mine who is super fit told me about these bands from Lulu Lemon that act as a sweat band and key holder.  It is actually called the Running Key Cuff and comes in a variety of colors: http://shop.lululemon.com/Running_Key_Cuff/pd/c/640/np/640/p/2458.html.  I could talk days about how great their pants are, but this cuff is probably the best purchase I have ever made! Only $10!

2.  Since I am now an official T commuter, I decided I needed a warm winter jacket that would  keep me warm.  I wanted a jacket that: 1. Covered my butt 2. Didn't make me look like a stuffed sausage and 3. Didn't make me look like a stuffed sausage.  I found a jacket that had all of my requirements at the new TJ Maxx in South Bay!  For $80, I got a beautiful Michael Kors jacket.  It is a down jacket, with faux fur trim on the hood (removable), and will definitely keep me warm.  After I found my jacket, I walked around the store for about 30 minutes to make sure it felt right; I think the cop (South Bay is a hood rat place) thought I was going to steal it.  I will post up pictures of my jacket soon too (I am full of promises today.)

On a side note, I saw pant-less bush man at Ashmont at the end of last week.  He was running for the train and the doors closed on him, so he kicked the door.  The train left without him.  His life sucks.  He was also wearing his dirty UMass t shirt.  You were, you are, UMass.

By the time you are reading this, it will be Friday or some other day AFTER VETERANS DAY.  I will admit I was lazy all week, but if you have not, you should take some time to really think about what freedom means to you and how different your life would be if you did not live in America.  Past and present Veterans put their lives on the line everyday for us, we should be grateful and love the country we live in today.

I saw this at the Harpoon factory in Southie, I love this picture :)

YOU DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS WINTER???

Happy Hump Day!

While on break today, I decided to go to Urban Outfitters.  I love Urban, they have a great variety of clothes, books (ranging from topics of cupcakes to sex positions), and junk that I plan on buying someday for my future apartment.  My one question: Why on November 3rd do I find multiple areas of this store carrying shorts?  It is SO cold out!  This morning, when I went for a run, it said it was 29 degrees out.  So....unless you are a super trendy Asian, visiting America, wearing a stuffed animal as a backpack, and you only packed this bag with shorts and a pair of tights then FINE GO AHEAD AND WEAR THE SHORTS.  

If this isn't you, don't be silly, put your beautiful body into an article of clothing that will keep your whole lower half warm.

On the contrary, there were a lot of things that I loved at Urban! Two things that I really loved: 

I'm a sucker for scarves.  I love them for these reasons: 1. They keep me warm, 2. They dress up any outfit, 3. They always hide ketchup and coffee stains on my shirts.  This scarf came in a variety of colors but I liked this one the most.  This scarf is $28!

 I really love this skirt, I saw it hanging by itself and thought I could wear this to work.  I then found it on this mannequin and really liked the whole outfit and realized how versatile it is.  So I'm thinking, if you are not that super trendy Asian I referred to above, you can wear this skirt with a pair of tights and still look just as awesome!  The shorts may look good, but I will never admit that. BTW, this skirt is $58.  

Also, they are having a great sale, I saw a lot of awesome dresses, I would have taken pictures but I got yelled at for taking these pictures by an associate.  Whatever.  I talked to her and told her it was for a blog and she started telling me about her blog, so I think we're cool.  Anyways, I saw some really cool LBDs with open backs and zippers for $29!!!! GO TO URBAN!!!

A side story:  I am a huge fan of the MBTA.  I love that I can get to work for a $1.70, not have to worry about parking, or being yelled at by my father for driving on empty.  I also adore the MBTA for getting me to a Celtics game in 20 minutes on a short notice (I swear to God), the train cuties, but most of all the freaks of nature.  My mom swears that she attracts freaks to her and I think this issue is genetic.  

Yesterday, walking into Ashmont station, rocking out to my Fall 2010 playlist (it sucks), I see a man going up the escalator.  He is about 50, dirty, potentially the slum of the earth but he made my month of November.  When he got to the top of the escalator, he fell.  Not only did he fall, but the escalator ripped his pants off!  I SWEAR TO GOD!!! So, while in line to put money on my Charlie card, I hear him screaming "OW OW OW OW THIS MACHINE ATE MY PANTS."  I turn around and this man is laying on the ground with no pants or underwear on.......I SAW EVERYTHING.  No one could even help him because they were so appalled by what was in front of their eyes.  I was laughing so hard I was crying.  

I think he also had a UMass t shirt on too. Sweet, nothing like some school pride.  Dirty bush man who doesn't wear underwear, I hope you are okay.  Thank you for making my uneventful Tuesday at Ashmont Station amazing.  I sadly will never forget you. 

Like promised, here are the pictures of my rain boots and the bag I was talking about.  It is supposed to rain for the next couple of days (boo) but I get to test out my new rainboots (yay!) GO OUT AND BUY A PAIR!! YOU DON'T WANT YOUR SNEAKERS OR UGGS TO MAKE THE SQUEAKY/FART NOISE FROM YOUR WET SOCKS!!!! I know from experience.  

Finally (insert drum roll)

HERE IT IS!! MY BLOG!! WOO!! BE READY TO PARTY ON A WEEKLY (MAYBE DAILY) BASIS!!


I have been meaning to start a blog since I graduated which is now almost six months ago, shizz I am getting old.


After interning all summer in a place where no one talks and everyone listens to their headphones, temping at a place for the Elderly (I want to bleach my brain from this miserable month of my life), and now working in both the retail/restaurant industry, I've decided "hey, I should motha f*ckin blog".  WE SHOULD ALL DO SOMETHING WE LIKE RIGHT????? RIGHT.


So where did "Better in Boston" come from you ask?


When I was a wonderful, joyous, unhealthy college student (I'm still wonderful and attempting to be healthy) at the beautiful University of Massachusetts - Amherst, I always thought "I love ______(insert bar/restaurant, clothing store, event in freaky Western Mass) but it is better in Boston."  Ask any of my roommates, as much as I loved playing flip cup with tequila on a sunny Saturday afternoon on Amity St., doing random road trips in the winter to mystical Chinese statues, and hiking mountains, MY HEART WAS REALLY ALWAYS HERE AND REALLY BELONGS IN THIS CITY.  


Now I can claim that I am not a yuppie, a true Bostonian, tell you that I have Doc River's face tattoo'd on my ass (I don't but that would be so cool), but do you care? NOPE.  Do I have a Boston accent? NOPE (my mom is from Long Island and my dad hails from sunny California).  Do I pahk my cah in harvahd yahd? NOPE because this bitch has a driveway (we don't even use mine, we use my neighbors so my dogs can frolic freely throughout our driveway and yard and YES I STILL LIVE AT HOME. REFER TO MY RECENT JOB HISTORY).


If I told you that I had a point for this blog, I would 100% be lying.  Maybe I just really want people to know what goes through my weird head, maybe I just really like to hear myself talk.  My "personal problem" is that I think I'm wicked funny, I don't think it is a problem, but I don't look cool when I laugh at my own jokes.  A close friend of mine is convinced I take drugs, I don't, but he recently posted this video on my FB that I watch at least 3 times a day and laugh wicked hard every time I watch it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdvCUKFc2hE&feature=player_embedded.  I fucking love Marvin Cariboo.


Anyways, back to the point of my blog, I am going to write about cool things that I find around this beautiful city, it can be PEOPLE, CLOTHES, EVENTS,  PLACES WHERE THEY MAKE FOOD THAT I LIKE TO EAT, OR WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE.  I hope you read :) Please make suggestions too.


Here is my first cool find:


While having a painful two hour break between my jobs, I decided to stroll down Newbury St.  I stopped into Marc by Marc Jacobs and found two really great things.  1. Rain boots for $28.  How can you beat that?  I bought them because I've never owned  a pair and I hate when my socks get wet.  These lovely boots come in all lovely sizes and colors and they are UNISEX.  I am really hoping to bump into a sexy man who is wearing matching purple rain boots.  2.  An awesome cross body bag.  I currently sell handbags for a living right now, so I spend too many hours looking at them.  It took me under 30 seconds to fall in love with this bag.  I promise I will post pictures of both ASAP.


A "Jim" Moment at Marc Jacobs (Jim is my fajer):  My dad is the cheapest man on this earth.  I think he would split toilet paper if my sisters and I wouldn't find out about it.  While checking out, I saw these really funny condoms that had funny cartoons on the outside.  I dumped a handful into my purse and say to the Jamaican cashier "O wow my friends are going to love these," he replies "Sistah those ain't free HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (in a crazy Jamaican laugh)".  I knew that was my cue to leave, so I did.  Steal condoms from Marc Jacobs, he shouldn't be selling them for $1.50 each anyways.