Confessions of an Everything-a-holic
Southern Filmmaker/Pop Culture Geek/Dog Lover/Independent Lady
Loves great music, movies and men who can carry on a conversation!
Don’t fix me cause I’m broken
I was that way from the start…
Gift~Rocco DeLuca
one forty plus: I Just Dog Whispered Your Dog
Dear Aaron and Rebecca,
First of all, thank you for inviting me to your dinner party tonight. It was a blast and a great way to end a tough week.
I also wanted you to know that tonight I dog whispered your dog.
From the moment I walked in I realized that you had a dog in need of whispering. It…
Awwwww… the look in those eyes when a dog looks at you. Not any kind of love can compare to that! I’ll gladly be the crazy dog lady. I think they all want to go home with me too! I may need an Intervention one day, John!
(via imajonasholic)
That sums things up so well. My heart aches for him and he is somewhere else with someone else.
The Black Keys- Tighten Up
Boy: Do I have to play with his son?
Dad: Yes!
Boy: But he smells like ranch dressing!
This album was recorded at Muscle Shoals Sound Jackson Highway in Sheffield, AL. In the 70’s the studio, owned by the rhythm session known as the Swampers (yes, Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Sweet Home Alabama” Swampers), moved down to the river until it was sold to Malico Records. I actually work at the building that is located at the river. These buildings have so much history. Contrary to popular belief, the music scene in Muscle Shoals is still going. It’s still beating. And obviously, it’s still rocking!
one forty plus: The Woman
Sometimes I get the itch to go out for a drink thinking I might miss meeting the woman of my dreams, but then I realize the woman of my dreams isn’t at a bar at 12:36 on a Wednesday morning. No, the woman of my dreams is asleep in bed with her lame boyfriend she’s only now beginning to see is…
Funny John would write this tonight because I’ve been thinking almost the exact same thing… well just The Man instead of The Woman. See I met someone. Very well The Man of my dreams. He is perfect for me. Smart, witty, sexy in an artsy way, so funny and he gets me. He has this amazing smile and laugh. Oh his eyes and his passion for life just drive me crazy and he makes my tummy flutter. The problem? Right now he’s not in a bar either. He’s at home in his bed with his lame girlfriend. Well, I don’t know if she’s lame or not. I’ve never met her and he has never said a bad thing about her. From the pictures I’ve seen she’s very beautiful. I keep trying to protect my heart and keep everyone out then BOOM! He walked into my life. I know I need to just push it all to the side and move forward. But I can’t quit thinking about him. Funny how you don’t think you could feel more alone then you see someone you want so desperately to be with. But what can you do? Nothing. So, I think I’m going to take John’s lead and go to my bed. I’ll be there without The Man of my dreams, only the thought of him. Maybe one morning both John and I can wake up next to the person of our dreams. Until then, sweet dreams John Mayer. Who knows, maybe tonight I will dream of you!
John Mayer
I’m sorry! My mind just went numb when I saw this picture! Could this be any sexier? Really! The eyes, the hand in the hair, the tattoos, the way he’s sitting, his lips… I will admit that John Mayer is sexy as hell, but that’s not what really attracts me to him. He is so fucking funny and smart. I love the way his mind works. He makes me gut laugh. Why can I not find a man that makes me think and laugh like that? Put the talent… oh my God, those hands on that guitar!… and those unbelievable good looks together with that personality and it does make a woman’s knee’s weak! Not everyones cup of tea… come to think of it, John Mayer is not a cup of tea. More like a nice stiff shot of really great, smooth aged whiskey… and I really LOVE whiskey!
Sometimes you just have to accept the fact that maybe the problem is you.
The BP station on Houston and Lafayette. This place is usually packed with cars. I wonder if people stopped coming because they personally objected to BP’s vulgarity or because it’s become a new cultural more. Either way, it’s a pleasant site to behold.
The thing that pisses me off the most… well there are A LOT of fucking things pissing me off such as all the animals being killed in this mess, people I know losing their jobs, not being able to go to my beach this summer and the list goes on … but the individual owners of these stations are the ones who are hurting in all this. The BP big wigs behind this are still getting their big fucking checks! My Dad use to own a Texaco station and he made pennies off each gallon of gas. He made his money getting people into the station for repairs and into the store. Let’s see if that asshole will get off his yacht and compensate the station owners for their losses due to the company’s incompetence… I wouldn’t hold my breathe. Congratulations Tiger Woods and John Edwards, you’ve both just lost your crowns! There is actually a new King Douchebag of the World!!!!!!
This should be a card! Since the two glasses seem to be flirting, an “I Love You” type.
(via starfck)
Okay, this picture reminds me of the 2 slushies that were in my John Mayer dream Sunday night! Just blue instead of green… still wondering what the deal was with that whip cream…
