bust

nooooo cmonnnn, NOT COOL!



i mean wtf, tom colichz?! ruin my wednesday nights WHY DON'T YOU.

bye bye, ashley...i will keep my crush going strong. i mean really..call me.

emmy's highlight

dear anonymous emmy winning oscar producing team member,



marry me?
also: who are you?

also also: please disregard the fact that i sent this photo to my sister and her reply was "he looks like a thunder cat aaaaaaaand about 12 years old." my reply: IRRELEVANT

i think i love you?

call me.

salaciously yours,
W.L.

EDIT: ok, this is why having a blog rules..MYSTERY SOLVED. the object of my affection is named ben schwartz (shana tova, ben. call me) and he's a comedy writer/actor/etc..oh and he has a blog. (thank you, kyle)

is that plaid shirt a nod to the crispy seattle weather or are you just trying to stay warm in front of the refrigerator?*

i'm in love again.


ASHLEY MERRIMAN of TOP CHEF is makin me palpitate a teeny tiny lil bit.
ashley kinda looks like zach beirut's tougher cooler older bro except ummm ashley...is a girl?
it's like when i watch the L word and shane makes me feel all funny. it kinda fucks with my program.



so far she has proved unremarkable chefwise but that means nothing to me..LOOK at her, totes hot tattooed brochef style, it's really getting me. sam mason, i am maybe over you?



i mean, you guys:



dying? DYING.

ps, i swear my weekend trip to seattle today was decided before i watched the episode and found out she is the chef at branzino in belltown...i SWEAR. i swear!

pps if you don't think i am eating there tonight you are SO FUCKING WRONG.

ppps ashley, CALL ME.

*wins for best use of clueless quote as longest fucking blog title ever. thank you.

i hope the car comes with

god damn.
get your fucking act together, boys.



this guy is winning, and in a serrrriously major way.
catch up.

pic from glamcanyon

a little sugar in your bowl

dear urban outfitters catalogue i got in the mail yesterday,



(click for ultimate teensy heartbreaks)

so glad to see that pretty boys are on trend for summer 09, THANK GOD..it was touch and go there for a second.

why don't you try to kill me a little more?
xoxo
W.L.

EDIT>> apparently one of the aforementioned pretty boys knows about this blog post. good grief...white lightning: self-mortifying since '78.