The once fleshy pink beds of my nails are now beet red from excessive contact with grenadine and borderline frostbite. Workcoldworkcoldworkcoldbrainnumb.... remember when we went sledding and I thought that maybe my fingers would break off into frozen ice crystals?
My roommates/NY family just moved around our kitchen and it's starting to look like a real kitchen and not a dumping ground in a freegan squatter hut. The only thing that really needs help is the lighting, so I've been dreaming up a way to make everyone look like they have slept for a solid 8 hours after having an avocado honey facial in Bali.
Simple and clear:
The "speak-easy" lighting is a bit overdone, but I'd still drink a bartender's choice muddled egg white and gin based $15 cocktail under this thing:
And for my winter cabin:
and I will sell all of my worldly possessions and stocks and bonds and rubies and hang this from a snow cloud outdoors because I will be homeless and not care because my dream of owning a crystal chandelier will finally be fulfilled:
Let's hang before I jump on a plane to Hawaii and never want to come back?
Love you, lil warner.