[AN AMERICAN TAIL] Adventures of a Mouseketeer

Picture it: It's Thursday morning.  I'm standing in my kitchen, eating my yogurt, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when a mouse just walks right on by, just like your roommate would. 

I almost heard him say, "Hey, Amanda, what's up?"

Not only is it DISGUSTING and awful to see a mouse in your apartment, I was also taken aback by how brazen it was.  Like, not even a little scared of me.  This is quite concerning because I'm known for my ability to make grown men weep.  It's a skill. 

Hey, mouse: I'm out of the house for 14 hours a day.  You can do whatever the hell you want during those hours.  Bring a friend over.  Watch some TV.  Hang out in the dishrack, which seems to be your favorite place for some reason.  If I don't see it, then it's not happening, as far as I'm concerned. But when you interrupt my breakfast, I have to do something.  Like cover you up with a bowl, slide a magazine under it, and then throw you right out the window like a mob boss or Suge Knight.

You little exoskeleton-less creep.  You forced me to murder you.    

New life motto: don't trust anything without an exoskeleton.  They will almost certainly force you to commit a crime. 

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[A GIRL CAN DREAM] Matt Locke Source LA Collection

Yeah, yeah, the ORIGINAL Matlock was a show that aired during America's sudden obsession with the elderly.  After years and years of only valuing the young, the beautiful, and the braindead, TV stations started greenlighting shows starring old protagonists such as Matlock and Murder She Wrote. 

Because what everyone wants to watch is a bunch of cotton heads (not racist) fumble around and try to figure out murder mysteries.  If someone I know has been murdered, the last person I want on the case is someone who has a restricted driver's license, a pacemaker, and a granddaughter who is my age. 

But Matlock isn't just Grampa Simpson's favorite TV show, he's also a designer out of Los Angeles who makes stuff that only dreams are made of.   

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[COOL SHIT] Hipflasks from Tom Cecil

The jury is still out as to whether or not I have an actual alcohol problem, so obviously, I own a flask.

It's from Things Remembered and it's engraved with my name along with the words "DON'T CRY OUT LOUD" because I thought it would be funny to force a Things Remembered employee to engrave a flask with the name of a song that contains the lyrics, "Just keep it inside/Learn how to hide your feelings."

Yes, hide those feelings.

With some hooch that you keep secretly in your pocket.

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[LINKED] Supporter Wall

Remember that dude a couple of years ago who ended up raising like a million dollars by selling every single pixel on his web page for like a buck each? Right, well I quickly filed that one under: "ideas that I should have had, but didn't cause I suck." Anyway, a new company called Supporter Wall is copying that idea by allowing others to start their own supporter walls on their own websites.

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[WHERE I BLAHG] Amanda from Design Blahg

We'll pull back the curtain, and give you an insider's look into the lives of some of your favorite bloggers with 'Where I blahg.' This week: our very own Amanda Waas, the hilarious, way the hell less lazy than I am blogger who keeps it real here on Design Blahg.

Yep, Amanda is the brains behind the brilliant round-ups around here, such as "Fun office supplies so you won't commit suicide in your cubicle" and "Valentine's gifts for your stupid relationship." So if you're under the impression that I'm the only bitch around here who can bring the funny: THINK AGAIN! Amanda is way the hell funnier than I am. Against my better judgment, however, I'm letting her post this photo of her living room, cause as I explained to her via an email fight we had about it: it's killing me that there is nothing on her wall behind the couch. And I mean like dead on the floor. She had this to say in response: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

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