were-rabbit 8:30 PM

  

...MOVE!

I'm baaaaaack... 9:00 PM

and I'm packin' the latest and greatest.

I feel like I've gone weeks without water, or a year in hibernation, or--

ok, I made do without a camera phone for a few weeks. Probably closer to a month. I survived, but barely.

The first thing I did, besides fondly stroking the box?

I took an obnoxiously happy photo with the FRONT-FACING CAMERA and sent it to the bf. 

I was just happy to be back, obviously.

So it's back to the Instagram universe for this chick...

Who may or may not be an official University and College graduate.

lookatthatfuckingcake.

This was made by the fantastical baking goddess known as bf's mum Deb. And yes, it was Neapolitan inside AND out! (Recipe can be found here for the adventurous of the group).

I'm back, baby. With vengeance.

on your marks... 11:48 PM

get set...

sneak peek.

ya'll can see the rest tomorrow.

Oh, and this no-cell-phone-camera business is driving me BATTY. It's like taking candy from a baby. Sad, depressing, and suddenly... my life is lacking something.

It's a test, if anything. My eyes have become accustomed to scan everyday life for colour, beauty, even giant messes; anything and everything photo-worthy. So without a quick draw of the iPhone, I'm forced to really take in the moment and enjoy it.. because it won't be uploaded for the world to see, but will simply stay in my own memory. In a way... it's refreshing. I've always known that life is gorgeously, seductively incredible, but knowing I can't simply snap and preserve it... I've gotta soak it up. 

But when that sun sets, man alive I would just love to post proof with the swipe of a finger. 

Until then, you've just gotta take my word for it.

sip, sip, chill 10:46 AM

Move over, Starbucks.
After a long walk with Max this morning, a piping hot cup of coffee was not on my mind. Cue: a creamy, tri-level treat that is cold, refreshing, and best of all: cheap!

Blend all ingredients in a magic bullet or blender until ice cubes are broken but not dissolved. Pour into cup (such as my age-old, chipped Pom Tea glass) and watch as the layers deliciously separate. Sip on patio under umbrella while flipping through Vogue (optional, but highly recommended).

truth hurts 2:15 PM

Via If iPhones Could Talk

As comical as these graphics are... the truth does hurt.

Screen crack in the top right hand corner, rendering the camera fried. 

Sigh.

I'd take a picture to show you... oh. Yes. Just kidding.

I'm going to mod it to attach my DSLR. That's obviously the next step.