oy, soy

i love soy chicken. in fact, i like fake chicken patties beter than real chicken patties. as much as i love faux-meat and soy products, sometimes they don't like me. it's hit or miss; most of the time i eat them and am fine, sometimes i eat them and my insides riot. like tonight! i mean, it was so delicious going down, so now why is my tummy distended like i ate a bowling ball and my guts in knots? maybe a nice beer will help.


holy cuteness! i got my danny mansmith cuff today, and i know you're jealous. i took a million photos of it already, and wore it around the house. it makes my sweatpants look ridiculously chic. like the crafty girl i am, i've also been carefully poring over it trying to figure out how it was made. want to know how it was constructed? impeccably. i think this boy has a serger and isn't afraid to use it. i'm telling you, it's lovely and sturdy and i'm going to wear it every day. really, go get one.