I like that some fool actually hired me...

However, in submitting myself to the corporate 8-5 daily slave industry, I know that i will be missing several things about my free living free loading domestic bliss. I will miss swimming at two in the afternoon on a Tuesday, wearing whatever I slept in until noon, and unwisely managing my time because it doesn’t matter as I don’t have important shit to do, ever. What I’ll really miss though is being here for every new thing my son learns, watching the look on his face as he learns it, spinning him around in the pool at two in the afternoon as he grips me ever so tightly and I tell him, “don’t worry, I won’t let go”.

I Like Vintage Bathing Suits!!!

I also like Zooey Deschanel. 

And silly sunglasses. 

It should really be noted that though I like vintage bathing suits, I really am more keen on vintage 'inspired' bathing suits for the simple fact that well, they fit me better. I'm tall and my torso is just different, longer, from most ladies who would have worn them originally. I've tried on a gazillion of adorable to fucking absolutely die for vintage swimsuits and to my dismay, it's never worked out. This bathing suit here on that lovely biznacho is not actually vintage either, I'm sure. It's also probably around $9,000.00 which is not exaaaactly in my price range. Have I mentioned that I'm a broke ass bitch ass bitch? I am. It sucks. Omg today there was a sale at a store I fucking heart MADLY, but alas, I am unemployed. Sheeeeiiiiiiit. I feel like one of those pregnant toddlers in those commercials that come on and try to break your heart during Young and the Restless. Sally Struthers HELP me!!! Seriously. For sixty dollars TODAY you could save one girl from going (style) hungry. Think of me as a kid in a developing country with no floral open back dress. That's a sad and frightening thought, isn't it. I know.  #floralopenbackdressiwantitiwantitiwantitnow 

p.s. I am full of shit. Please feed starving children. It's way more important. Howwwwever ...if you have sixty dollars left over after all hungry children in the world have been fed, I'd love a new dress. Thanks. 

post scriptum one more time. Who am I even talking to? 4 people follow my blog and one of them is me. Are you there god? It's me, Margot.  

I Like Brunch

I had the quickest brunch ever today at Another Broken Egg. It was good. It was good and gone too fast. Like Amy Winehouse. I mean, not that I'm comparing Amy Winehouse to my breakfast. Brunch, rather. Amy Winehouse was skinny! My brunch was not. She was beautiful. My brunch was aiight lookin. Amy Winehouse had a lot of eggs. My brunch had only two. Amy Winehouse had sooooo much talent. My brunch was unborn so who knows. I do know that yesterday was a sad day in the music world having lost such a really amazingly talented lady. She lived hard and fast. Like my brunch? Eh, my eggs were over medium on top of country potatoes with asparagus, spinach, and onion. I accidentally ordered spinach when I really meant to order mushrooms. It was decent. Mushrooms would have been way better. My brunch was less than legendary, but Amy Winehouse was not. She will be a legend. And rightly so. That girl could sing y'all. And her style was aces.  

I Like It When...

I wake up in the morning and it isn't dark out. Today, mon coeur, slept in until seven am. This is a spectacular new development in the world of 'I Don't Get Enough God Damn Sleep'. I dreamt that I did blow with The Blow. Odd right? Yeah. I also dreamt that I was a carnie operating a ferris wheel at a fair and playing the banjo beside it. Actually, kind of underneath it. I was pretty concerned that the cars on the ride were going to hit me or that a foot from some kid on the ride was going to come down low enough to kick me in the back of the head, but I kept on playing. What's mostly strange about this dream is that I've never even strummed a banjo. I really lurve banjos, but I've never ever played one. I want to. I think I should. I mean, does this dream mean that I should play banjo? Does it mean that I should be a carnie? I don't want to be a carnie. I did always want to be in the circus. Way big difference. Does my first dream mean that I should do blow with Khaela Maricich? Probably not. Maybe my carnie dream means that I should not be afraid to follow my... dreams? Maybe it means that, even when it's scary OR DANGEROUS EVEN, that I should just push on through. In other words, keep playing? Or maybe it just means that I really like cotton candy. 

I Like Jack...

"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

- Sal Paradise from Jack Kerouac's "On the Road"

I Like This Kid! (more accurately, I love him more than life itself)

So, this is what my heart looks like. I always thought it would be more grotesque. 

I like CocoRosie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oPSjo0uj-U 
Click on that link or else copy and paste that shit into your browser. It's *probably* my favorite song by CocoRosie. Could they be any cuter? I mean srsly. If they were any cuter they'd be in grave danger of getting devoured down like two adorable little cupcakes and then vomited back up as glitter and rainbows and probably kittens too. 
Anyway, I like CocoRosie a lot. I also like cupcakes, glitter, rainbows, and kittens. Really, I'm fond of anything sweet, sparkly, and soft.