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This Saturday I spent hopping from awesome crib to awesome crib. Which tends to happen when I hang with my more hip Amelionaire friends from my time living on Amelia in Eola Heights in Orlando. Other than all those friends being a GREAT time to hang with (I met most of them being the loud, dancing Asian in a dive bar so obviously these people are good times) but all of them have AWESOME taste. In music, clothes and definitely in interiors. First I crashed Friday night at the Derel’s (Started at the Bottom picture). Also called Highland North (I used to live across the street from them in Orlando in their Highland House), their place is pretty nice. At least the parts where Evan (of bread factories fame) has put his stuff, haha. You can see in that bottom picture, from left to right, their Ikea hack for a DJ set up (Grandpa Staxx, one of the roommates, spins records), one of 2 Tom Dickson chaises (couches? loveseats?), weed & brew with a Supreme ashtray and last but not least, Dr. Derel aka Evan grinding in his lounge wear. No seriously. He’s holding a coffee grinder for some fancy chemex coffee. One day I’ll take better pictures of their place. Evan has a good collection of art, records, sneakers and all around crap that has been well curated by him. As for the other roommates IIIII think Anthony (aka Cat Daddy) has a Sylvester Stallone framed picture somewhere. My architect friend Jenny (aka Chips) is branching out into Design and I have total faith in her! She’s the hot redhead in the middle flic. Here’s her fancy new business card (I wish this gif was big enough so you could check my Marge Simpson paint on that thumb. Also, one day I’ll really clean my iPhone lens before taking pictures): Total Patrick Bateman moment. Since I’ve moved to NYC I’ve seen her live in 2 cribs and both were awesome. Her first was in a warehouse-y building in Bushwick where she had hiiigh ceilings and direct rooftop access.  Essentially their rooftop was their backyard and I say back yard because it was bigger than most (all?) NY apartments. I’ve been to many an awesome party at that lovely place, the time where I wrestled fireworks from my burly friend Anthony and puked in the snow on that rooftop being one of my proudest moments. Alas, things fall apart and now she’s in an EVEN NICER crib in Williamsburg. Although it has little to no room for a shit show to happen (cue audience sad-noise) its beautiful and is the middle picture. Check from left to right, Staxx’s sailor striped elbows; the shelving they painted & installed with their colourful collection of books, records, record player and nice speakers that go with a story about an obnoxious salesman during Hurricane Sandy; Gunmetal Grey Fox of a husband, Bryan; and Jenny in the kitchen making us dranks. This new place is definitely newer & nicer in a building with a theater & billiards room, which we have already taken advantage of. I didn’t puke at that party but I did bitch slap Staxx while we all watched the LCD Soundsystem in the theater, so the parties are classier now. The top picture is at one of Jenny’s client’s places near the NYC courthouse. This place had TONS of amazing art (he does the Middle Eastern art for some museum or something? I’m a horrible friend that listens to nothing). Again, a tiny picture that doesn’t do this place justice (also thanks for not mentioning how this trio of pictures are horribly cropped & aligned, I was a *little* hungover on my iPhone) but Jenny did an amazing job styling the place. I helped open some boxes so Bryan & Jenny could install speakers throughout the place. I’d love to say I was a great friend that chipped their nails crushing cardboard for free but I got some delicious Indian food and spotted on a cash only brunch earlier, so an even trade.  I won’t say “grow up” but I will say it’s a little surreal that as you get “mature” your friends & you become adults in various places. Meeting all my Amelionaires, I figured we were all life-long low-lifes, aiming fireworks at each other’s houses and watching The Wire. Now Bryan & Jenny are real married people with careers. Even Dr. Derel has an awesome girlfriend and nice crib. Some of us are still figuring shit out (hello me, as I’m writing this between looking for a job) but going to weddings and seeing people have big boy careers and babies…its awesome and unexpected. We’re all gangsters that get old and fat and move to Florida…except in reverse.

This Saturday I spent hopping from awesome crib to awesome crib. Which tends to happen when I hang with my more hip Amelionaire friends from my time living on Amelia in Eola Heights in Orlando. Other than all those friends being a GREAT time to hang with (I met most of them being the loud, dancing Asian in a dive bar so obviously these people are good times) but all of them have AWESOME taste. In music, clothes and definitely in interiors.

First I crashed Friday night at the Derel’s (Started at the Bottom picture). Also called Highland North (I used to live across the street from them in Orlando in their Highland House), their place is pretty nice. At least the parts where Evan (of bread factories fame) has put his stuff, haha. You can see in that bottom picture, from left to right, their Ikea hack for a DJ set up (Grandpa Staxx, one of the roommates, spins records), one of 2 Tom Dickson chaises (couches? loveseats?), weed & brew with a Supreme ashtray and last but not least, Dr. Derel aka Evan grinding in his lounge wear. No seriously. He’s holding a coffee grinder for some fancy chemex coffee. One day I’ll take better pictures of their place. Evan has a good collection of art, records, sneakers and all around crap that has been well curated by him. As for the other roommates IIIII think Anthony (aka Cat Daddy) has a Sylvester Stallone framed picture somewhere.

My architect friend Jenny (aka Chips) is branching out into Design and I have total faith in her! She’s the hot redhead in the middle flic. Here’s her fancy new business card (I wish this gif was big enough so you could check my Marge Simpson paint on that thumb. Also, one day I’ll really clean my iPhone lens before taking pictures):

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Total Patrick Bateman moment.

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Since I’ve moved to NYC I’ve seen her live in 2 cribs and both were awesome. Her first was in a warehouse-y building in Bushwick where she had hiiigh ceilings and direct rooftop access.  Essentially their rooftop was their backyard and I say back yard because it was bigger than most (all?) NY apartments. I’ve been to many an awesome party at that lovely place, the time where I wrestled fireworks from my burly friend Anthony and puked in the snow on that rooftop being one of my proudest moments.

Alas, things fall apart and now she’s in an EVEN NICER crib in Williamsburg. Although it has little to no room for a shit show to happen (cue audience sad-noise) its beautiful and is the middle picture. Check from left to right, Staxx’s sailor striped elbows; the shelving they painted & installed with their colourful collection of books, records, record player and nice speakers that go with a story about an obnoxious salesman during Hurricane Sandy; Gunmetal Grey Fox of a husband, Bryan; and Jenny in the kitchen making us dranks. This new place is definitely newer & nicer in a building with a theater & billiards room, which we have already taken advantage of. I didn’t puke at that party but I did bitch slap Staxx while we all watched the LCD Soundsystem in the theater, so the parties are classier now.

The top picture is at one of Jenny’s client’s places near the NYC courthouse. This place had TONS of amazing art (he does the Middle Eastern art for some museum or something? I’m a horrible friend that listens to nothing). Again, a tiny picture that doesn’t do this place justice (also thanks for not mentioning how this trio of pictures are horribly cropped & aligned, I was a *little* hungover on my iPhone) but Jenny did an amazing job styling the place. I helped open some boxes so Bryan & Jenny could install speakers throughout the place. I’d love to say I was a great friend that chipped their nails crushing cardboard for free but I got some delicious Indian food and spotted on a cash only brunch earlier, so an even trade. 

I won’t say “grow up” but I will say it’s a little surreal that as you get “mature” your friends & you become adults in various places. Meeting all my Amelionaires, I figured we were all life-long low-lifes, aiming fireworks at each other’s houses and watching The Wire. Now Bryan & Jenny are real married people with careers. Even Dr. Derel has an awesome girlfriend and nice crib. Some of us are still figuring shit out (hello me, as I’m writing this between looking for a job) but going to weddings and seeing people have big boy careers and babies…its awesome and unexpected. We’re all gangsters that get old and fat and move to Florida…except in reverse.

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RIP The Sweatables So let’s face it, to the 2 people that read my tumblr, The Sweatables has been more or less abandoned. At first I started it as a blog to post things I like, thus the name. But then I didn’t want it to be just another tumblr of visual internet vomit. The tumblr dashboard is so never ending and overwhelming that it’s really not a good way to follow a blog & I just didn’t want to add to that. There was a time where The Sweatables was a great hobby. When I began I posted more than once a day. Mostly just a simple picture or link but once in a while I’d write something. Don’t laugh, but on my 3rd month of doing this shit I even made Tumblr’s “The Tumblette’s” & was featured by Tumblr. This was before they had their, “follow fridays” or whatever it is. Obviously fame and fortuned followed. *cough* I even heavily got into customizing my “theme” (basically the design of the page, for those of you who have lives and don’t give a shit about tumblr or know the “lingo”). I went out of my way to make it simple looking, but as it aged it looked effed up on certain browsers (looking at you netscape & IE) and looked bad when I tried to add videos & pictures in the “caption” of an uploaded video or picture. I wasn’t too motivated to fix these things though. So now we come to this. I’ve decided to just opt for the simple Esquire theme, which my Alotta Cash tumblr has been using from day 1. I’ll leave the designing to the professionals…at least until I get inspired (read: gassed) enough to to try it again. Other than being free (which is the most important reason I choose it) I’ve always liked the art direction of Esquire magazine. It finds a way to make a lot of different styles look really cohesive, rather than messy. I kind of like that it’s not SUPER simple. Flat screens, ornate picture frames, primary colours…these are things I’d like in my place, so why not on my Tumblr? I’ve also given up on “The Sweatables” idea. I figure I’ll leave my Pinterest for all the bullshit I covet. Just a plain old, self-absorbing blog. BACK TO THE CLASSICS.
RIP The Sweatables

So let’s face it, to the 2 people that read my tumblr, The Sweatables has been more or less abandoned. At first I started it as a blog to post things I like, thus the name. But then I didn’t want it to be just another tumblr of visual internet vomit. The tumblr dashboard is so never ending and overwhelming that it’s really not a good way to follow a blog & I just didn’t want to add to that.

There was a time where The Sweatables was a great hobby. When I began I posted more than once a day. Mostly just a simple picture or link but once in a while I’d write something. Don’t laugh, but on my 3rd month of doing this shit I even made Tumblr’s “The Tumblette’s” & was featured by Tumblr. This was before they had their, “follow fridays” or whatever it is. Obviously fame and fortuned followed. *cough*

I even heavily got into customizing my “theme” (basically the design of the page, for those of you who have lives and don’t give a shit about tumblr or know the “lingo”). I went out of my way to make it simple looking, but as it aged it looked effed up on certain browsers (looking at you netscape & IE) and looked bad when I tried to add videos & pictures in the “caption” of an uploaded video or picture. I wasn’t too motivated to fix these things though.

So now we come to this. I’ve decided to just opt for the simple Esquire theme, which my Alotta Cash tumblr has been using from day 1. I’ll leave the designing to the professionals…at least until I get inspired (read: gassed) enough to to try it again. Other than being free (which is the most important reason I choose it) I’ve always liked the art direction of Esquire magazine. It finds a way to make a lot of different styles look really cohesive, rather than messy. I kind of like that it’s not SUPER simple. Flat screens, ornate picture frames, primary colours…these are things I’d like in my place, so why not on my Tumblr?

I’ve also given up on “The Sweatables” idea. I figure I’ll leave my Pinterest for all the bullshit I covet. Just a plain old, self-absorbing blog. BACK TO THE CLASSICS.

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(via Disrupting the Infamy Game: How to Change the Coverage of Mass Shootings - The Atlantic, an in-depth look at how notoriety motivates shooters)

“Everytime we see intense coverage of a mass murder, we expect to see 1 or 2 more copycats within a week.” - Dr. Park Dietz, Forensic Psychiatrist

Let’s face it. Guns are part of this country. As much as I’d like there to be no guns in the States or the world, I’d also like peace on Earth and to shit gold, but it’s not going to happen. But maybe there’s a way to stop why shooters do what they do rather than just how. We all love to write off these criminals as wack jobs that we’ll never understand, but understanding them is the only way we’ll ever prevent another shooting.

Join me today in positive vibes to victims silently…other than this Tumblr post that you’re currently reading (ha). Don’t watch news coverage. Don’t talk about it. What’s happened, happened and the only way we can prevent this kind of thing from reoccurring is pressuring the media to make changes in how they portray these shootings. Take away the infamy that comes with a shooting and you take away the motivation for a crazy person to do it.

  1. Don’t start the story with sirens blaring
  2. Don’t show any photographs of the killer(s)
  3. Don’t make this 24/7 coverage
  4. Don’t make the body count the lead story
  5. Don’t make the killer an anti-hero
  6. Localise this story to the affected community and make it sound as boring as possible in every other market.

Pressuring the media to abide by these simple rules (seriously 1-5 are totally do-able) could maybe prevent the next shooting? Ron Burgandy?

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theatlantic:

Today’s Most Awesome Tumblr: ‘Arrested Development’ Meets Mitt Romney

The amazing Tumblr Lucille and Mitt has been around for some time, but it’s only now coming to our attention. The idea is simple: Superimpose actual quotes from Mitt Romney, the teetotaling Republican candidate often accused of being out of touch with ordinary people, over pictures of Lucille Bluth, the vodka-swilling, laughably out-of-touch Arrested Development character. The results are surprisingly convincing.

[Images: Lucille and Mitt]

This actually makes him more likable to me…

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(via TeamCoco.com)

You may or may not already know my stance on the subject, but I had to post these.

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theatlantic:

A Glimpse Into New York’s Lovely Abandoned Subway Station

The forgotten City Hall station was the original terminal of New York’s subway system. It opened on the evening of October 27, 1904, along with 27 other Interborough Rapid Transit (I.R.T.) stations up to 145th Street on the west side. The inauguration began with a private ride conducted by Mayor George McClellan and ended with a fascinated public standing in awe of the strange new technology.

Read more. [Image: John-Paul Palescandolo and Eric Kazmirek]

always wanted to visit this. WHO’S COMIN WITH ME??

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This has to be one of the best Triumph Take On’s ever. Listen for the 1-800-EMPIRE shout out. Central Florida, baby!

teamcoco:

GIF: algebraicjake | Video: Jack McBrayer & Triumph Take On Chicago’s Weiner’s Circle

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When I laugh at DMX rough crying about his mom never saying “I love you.” drbutt: At least there will be good company. 

When I laugh at DMX rough crying about his mom never saying “I love you.”

drbutt:

At least there will be good company. 

(via teamcoco)

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  • Me: ...& look at dude looking all sorts of white middle age man. How does he get these girls? Like you know I think he's hot but hes totally normal, average guy hot. Not ACTUALLY hot.
  • Celina Ramos: He looks like Nicolas fucking Cage in that ghost rider motorcycle movie. Without the cool fire head.
  • Me: i mean, i would LOVE to be all sorts of locked up in that cage. Singing Akon. And I dont even LIKE Akon. Looooocked up! Don't let me out!
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I just found out all the Reggae Gold albums are on Spotify and while hip rolling in front of a mirror this occurred to me. I seriously can’t believe I was a virgin until 25 hanging with the people I hung out with. People puking & peeing on themselves from taking pills. I would simulate sex on a dancefloor with another 16 year old and I had NO IDEA. Because I had no idea what sex looked like! I’m dead ass serious, I didn’t really *understand* “doggystyle” until I actually had sex…at 25. I loved rap music! I loved Snoop! How did I not know!? & how did I NOT get tricked into even blowing a dude when I was SO NAIVE and SO stupid?? I very clearly remember learning what oral sex was in Life Management Skills* class in freshman year. It was literally the day we talked about STDs and the teacher started out with “So there’s Vaginal, Anal & Oral. Is there any questions about these?” & like a the NAIVE innocent girl I was thinking that NO ONE WOULD JUDGE ME IN HIGH SCHOOL (IDIOT) I was like, “What’s oral? Is that like phone sex?” I literally thought it was like a ORAL PRESENTATION of sex. WHAT THE HELL? And when she explained what oral sex was I can tell you I was COMPLETELY SHOCKED. I would have NEVER thought of that. It would never occurred to me, “you know what would feel GREAT on my pussy….”.  & I think of teenage girls now & how accessible porn is. Sexting. Pexting. Like what is that?? And even if an adult told me, “Alright, these are the facts about sex. These are the consequences.” Even if I met my young-self, I don’t know if I would’ve listened to future me if I met some suvamente asshole! I was such an idiot back then. I’m one NOW! Just saying, if there was a 5th year of high school I totally would’ve got raped or pregnant. We were really on bought time back then ladies!

I just found out all the Reggae Gold albums are on Spotify and while hip rolling in front of a mirror this occurred to me.

I seriously can’t believe I was a virgin until 25 hanging with the people I hung out with. People puking & peeing on themselves from taking pills. I would simulate sex on a dancefloor with another 16 year old and I had NO IDEA. Because I had no idea what sex looked like! I’m dead ass serious, I didn’t really *understand* “doggystyle” until I actually had sex…at 25. I loved rap music! I loved Snoop! How did I not know!? & how did I NOT get tricked into even blowing a dude when I was SO NAIVE and SO stupid??

I very clearly remember learning what oral sex was in Life Management Skills* class in freshman year. It was literally the day we talked about STDs and the teacher started out with “So there’s Vaginal, Anal & Oral. Is there any questions about these?” & like a the NAIVE innocent girl I was thinking that NO ONE WOULD JUDGE ME IN HIGH SCHOOL (IDIOT) I was like, “What’s oral? Is that like phone sex?” I literally thought it was like a ORAL PRESENTATION of sex. WHAT THE HELL? And when she explained what oral sex was I can tell you I was COMPLETELY SHOCKED. I would have NEVER thought of that. It would never occurred to me, “you know what would feel GREAT on my pussy….”. 

& I think of teenage girls now & how accessible porn is. Sexting. Pexting. Like what is that?? And even if an adult told me, “Alright, these are the facts about sex. These are the consequences.” Even if I met my young-self, I don’t know if I would’ve listened to future me if I met some suvamente asshole! I was such an idiot back then. I’m one NOW!

Just saying, if there was a 5th year of high school I totally would’ve got raped or pregnant. We were really on bought time back then ladies!

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Drunk Tweeting

I love twitter. Not so much because I love tweeting, although I do like to. It’s super simple, it gives you direct access to celebrities (Aziz Ansari has tweeted me, as well as Jean Grae…twice) & I feel like a specific set of friends of mine tweet & it gives me better access to them almost. I even know that I’ve developed closer relationships with people on twitter. Weird, but true.

Anyways, I was telling someone of an epic drunk tweeting spree that I went on at JFK. I always show up at the airport SUPER early & the Jetblue terminal for JFK is so nice. I went to the fancy french eatery La Vie and while waiting for my fancy french fish & chips (a delicacy there, I’ve been told) I decided, what the hell, I’ll have a drink. The night before I had a single beer with my roommate & found myself REALLY drunk, so I figured I should build up my tolerance since I was going to Chicago the next day to see my best friend & soulmate Nicole. I think I was encouraged to tweet all this because around this time comedian Louis CK went on a hilarious drunk rant on twitter about how Sarah Palin is a cunt while he was drunk on a plane.

Also to preface this, CNN was on the tv above the bar and there was a story about all the Christian churches that protested the mosque being built near ground zero.

So here begins the 2010 drunk tweets of 9/9…never forget.

2:53 PM Getting drunk at JFK. Was so excited I barely slept last night. So its time for nightcaps….at 3pm

3:00 PM 2 sips of this grand marnier cocktail. Way tipsy. So Asian. I wish I could luve up to @louisck drunk tweets

3:09 PM Homie keeps bringing waters w each drank. Like I got 2 waters I. Front of me. Implying something g??? RACIAT!!!

[At this point 2 annoying white women sit next to me. They missed their flight.]

3:14 PM White girls? Amiright?? #dapstomyself

3:22 PM Oh so these honkettes are offered wine when they sit. But I should get a bloody Mary or shit if whiskey? Whatchutryina say???

3:30 PM Why can’t chritians do go with their poere like make businesses like chikfila and publix?? Instaed if hating on mosques??

3:37 PM “if I buy a drink can you put it in a Togo cup so can bring it on the plane?” “no. One of the other bars might.”

3:47 PM Wishi brought a water bottle to snark this white russian on the plane. #gogreen

3:47 PM Say la vie

3:48 PM la vie

3:49 PM Barely made my flight! #worthit #lookatmyturntables @DJ_Anak_Anal

3:50 PM At least I made my flight! Suckit hinkekettes!! This flight is lucky I’m nit at an emergency exit. #WILDCARD

3:53 PM This white Russian was $14?”?!?? It doesn’t even have champagne init!!!

6:43 PM In Chicago. Still a lil drunk. *bows*

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My New Ringtone →

Just made 0:12 to 0:21 into a ringtone. Please please PLEASE PLEASE sext me.

Also: of course you can only trust CANADIANS to upload a good clip of this video. CityTV BUK BUK BUK!

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Anyone remember my sociopathic phase of breaking glass/ceramic when I was drunk? I know Nicole does. We’d park at the top of the free parking lot across from Embassy Suites in downtown Orlando and after shutting it down we’d go sober up at the roof & she would skate on her toddler robot skateboard & I would break bottles. I just enjoyed the sound, the feeling, the aftermath even. This is a photo from last year’s NYT magazine’s Hollywood Issue “The Scene Makers” pictorial/editorial/short-short film festival/whatever where they took “actors that defined cinema in 2010”. Each is also accompanied by a video. Javier Bardem was not shockingly my favourite. I’ve been in love with dude since Before Night Falls & I fall even harder when he saids “fuck” on Conan. Even with a severe Asian bob as Anton Chigurh I’d still do him. Watching him indulge in my ex-pastime got me super saturated. Click the picture to see all the videos.

Anyone remember my sociopathic phase of breaking glass/ceramic when I was drunk? I know Nicole does. We’d park at the top of the free parking lot across from Embassy Suites in downtown Orlando and after shutting it down we’d go sober up at the roof & she would skate on her toddler robot skateboard & I would break bottles. I just enjoyed the sound, the feeling, the aftermath even.

This is a photo from last year’s NYT magazine’s Hollywood Issue “The Scene Makers” pictorial/editorial/short-short film festival/whatever where they took “actors that defined cinema in 2010”. Each is also accompanied by a video. Javier Bardem was not shockingly my favourite. I’ve been in love with dude since Before Night Falls & I fall even harder when he saids “fuck” on Conan. Even with a severe Asian bob as Anton Chigurh I’d still do him. Watching him indulge in my ex-pastime got me super saturated. Click the picture to see all the videos.

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flannelanimal: Custom Paper Doll Time! It’s Halloween, and the sad, yet increasingly exciting truth is that Christmas is just under two months away.  If you’re like me, you’re probably at a complete loss as to what to get that one uncle or aunt who has everything… Well, might I suggest the incredibly personal, unique route and have them made into a paper doll!  Just think, your beloved brother could spend yet another Christmas morning trying on socks, OR he could make his paper doll try on socks! (Or if your brother isn’t so beloved, you could spend Christmas morning throwing his doll down the stairs) $100.00 gets you an original, carefully-made illustration of you or a loved one, based on the accessories and clothing that make you (or them) so unique.  All of the following is included in your paper doll illustration: • An accurate* rendering of the person in question• Up to two or three outfits of your choosing• Up to three large accessories of your choosing• Up to four smaller accessories of your choosing• One round of changes once you’ve seen the final drawing• A high-resolution file of the final in any format you desire *As accurate as I possibly can! If you’re interested, send an e-mail to hylekilton@gmail.com with the name and info of the person to be “doll”ed, and as many photos of the person (full-body and portrait) as you can manage, as well as photos of all the accessories and outfits you’d like to be included!  Each paper doll can take up to a week to create, so please allow for that if you’re interested! Looks like someone found a way to distract herself from cleaning…BLOGGING! Ahhh…feels good to be an adult. I’ve reblogged Kyle Hilton before & this post inspired me to start a “favourite things” tag for my blog. It hasnt escaped me, faithful reader, that essentially this entire blog is meant to be a “good things” blog but why don’t you quit the semantics and realize that no one actually reads this & I can do whatever the eff I want. You want the manager? I AM THE MANAGER, B! WHAT?! WHAT NOW!!?!? So this is the first thing on my Christmas list. If one were so inclined I’d probably include in a paper doll rendition of moi… Hosoi iPhone 3Gs with a cracked screen in a cork case (that is essentially pointless because my phone still cracked) MAXAIR inhaler white russian an outfit of me in the Winter Shorts my favourite Conan shirt an outfit of me in the Never Nudes (see shorts in last link) me in one of those double scoop dresses (seriously, I have 5 of these…) sans glasses with glasses I would love if my other blogger friends re-blogged this & told me what they would have in a paper-doll rendition of themselves. Then when I win the lottery I can give you all one. *points at all of you* YOU get a paper doll! YOU get a paper doll! YOU GET A PAPER DOLL! Who am I kidding. I’ll never win the lottery. I’d get a sugar daddy WAYYYYYYY before that!

flannelanimal:

Custom Paper Doll Time!

It’s Halloween, and the sad, yet increasingly exciting truth is that Christmas is just under two months away.  If you’re like me, you’re probably at a complete loss as to what to get that one uncle or aunt who has everything… Well, might I suggest the incredibly personal, unique route and have them made into a paper doll!  Just think, your beloved brother could spend yet another Christmas morning trying on socks, OR he could make his paper doll try on socks! (Or if your brother isn’t so beloved, you could spend Christmas morning throwing his doll down the stairs)

$100.00 gets you an original, carefully-made illustration of you or a loved one, based on the accessories and clothing that make you (or them) so unique.  All of the following is included in your paper doll illustration:

• An accurate* rendering of the person in question
• Up to two or three outfits of your choosing
• Up to three large accessories of your choosing
• Up to four smaller accessories of your choosing
• One round of changes once you’ve seen the final drawing
• A high-resolution file of the final in any format you desire

*As accurate as I possibly can!

If you’re interested, send an e-mail to hylekilton@gmail.com with the name and info of the person to be “doll”ed, and as many photos of the person (full-body and portrait) as you can manage, as well as photos of all the accessories and outfits you’d like to be included!  Each paper doll can take up to a week to create, so please allow for that if you’re interested!

Looks like someone found a way to distract herself from cleaning…BLOGGING! Ahhh…feels good to be an adult.

I’ve reblogged Kyle Hilton before & this post inspired me to start a “favourite things” tag for my blog. It hasnt escaped me, faithful reader, that essentially this entire blog is meant to be a “good things” blog but why don’t you quit the semantics and realize that no one actually reads this & I can do whatever the eff I want. You want the manager? I AM THE MANAGER, B! WHAT?! WHAT NOW!!?!?

So this is the first thing on my Christmas list. If one were so inclined I’d probably include in a paper doll rendition of moi…

  • Hosoi
  • iPhone 3Gs with a cracked screen in a cork case (that is essentially pointless because my phone still cracked)
  • MAXAIR inhaler
  • white russian
  • an outfit of me in the Winter Shorts
  • my favourite Conan shirt
  • an outfit of me in the Never Nudes (see shorts in last link)
  • me in one of those double scoop dresses (seriously, I have 5 of these…)
  • sans glasses
  • with glasses

I would love if my other blogger friends re-blogged this & told me what they would have in a paper-doll rendition of themselves. Then when I win the lottery I can give you all one. *points at all of you* YOU get a paper doll! YOU get a paper doll! YOU GET A PAPER DOLL!

Who am I kidding. I’ll never win the lottery. I’d get a sugar daddy WAYYYYYYY before that!

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Oct 26, 2001 11:26 pm this looks so gooooooooodddd. (via The Novice Chef » A Twist On The Croque Madame) Update: Seriously, who do I have to make out with to eat one of these?? Probably someone with a waffel iron, huh? Who would’ve known that in NYC no one owns these kind of superfluous appliances?

Oct 26, 2001 11:26 pm

this looks so gooooooooodddd. (via The Novice Chef » A Twist On The Croque Madame)

Update: Seriously, who do I have to make out with to eat one of these?? Probably someone with a waffel iron, huh? Who would’ve known that in NYC no one owns these kind of superfluous appliances?

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