pranked.

Happy. Freaking. Friday. 

This was another exhausting, seemingly never-ending week and I'm so happy that the weekend is in sight.  I'll spare you the details of the stress, but instead tell you something funny.

Yesterday afternoon Jacob sent me this text.

I read it several times and waited a while before I responded with only one word answers because I mean, what really does one say to her boyfriend who was apparently completing a drug deal over text message?

Thankfully, knowing me and my tendency to freak out, Jacob quickly let me in on the joke - courtesy of comedian Nathan Fielder (@nathanfielder). Fielder suggested his followers to "accidentally text message" their parents (or girlfriend in this case) as if they were trying to complete a drug deal and then post their responses.

 As you can imagine, the reactions are pretty hilarious.

I completely fell for it, so obviously I turned around to play the prank on my own parents--my hilarious mom, specifically. Given my mom's trusting, laid back personality, overall drug ignorance and inability to text message, I was pretty positive it wouldn't resonate. And sure enough - I sent my mom the message a half-hour ago and I still haven't even heard from her.

UPDATE: My mom saw the texts and immediately freaked too.  But she confesses she had no idea what two grams meant and was planning to call my dad to see if he knew.  She read my blog before it got very far.

I highly encouraging pranking - and this one is a sure thing.

Also - no pranks here - my idol Kristen Wiig is returning to guest host Saturday Night Live on May 11th.  This is how I feel about that.

If it were up to me, she and Melissa McCarthy would take turns hosting SNL every other week.  I'm so pumped.

Have a great weekend!

part time home buyer, part time idiot.

I feel like I live my life either one step away from uprooting my life and moving away or buying a house and settling down. I look for jobs in other countries as much as I look for available real estate in Atlanta. So this weekend, when I passed an open house in one of my favorite neighborhoods, I pulled over immediately and went inside.

I should preface this story by telling you that most of the houses in this neighborhood are out of my single-gal income price range, but from the outside, this house looked small, quaint, and not particularly fancy. Perhaps, I thought, it’s as modest on the inside as it is on the outside and I’d get lucky.

The instant I stepped foot in the house, I realized two things –

1. I was definitely not getting lucky, as this house had definitely been renovated and would, therefore, be expensive. (Read: Not for me) 
2. I had been in this house before. More than once. Mostly (maybe all) for late-night, booze-filled parties.

I was putting the pieces of the hazy puzzle together and chuckling to myself about this coincidence when the real estate agent emerged from the back of the house.

I introduced myself and immediately asked her a question that had absolutely nothing to do with real estate and therefore onethat completely caught her off guard.

“Did a group of guys used to live in this house?,” I asked eagerly.

She looked at me with exasperation and disgust in her eyes as she reluctantly nodded and said, “Yes.”

 I couldn’t contain my excitement that I'd solved my own riddle.

“HA!,” I laughed. “I KNEW I’d been in this house before! I know the guys that used to live here.”

Her pleasant demeanor changed somewhat, and her disgust with the no-named boys that used to live there seemed to turn into disgust with me - as if I’d contributed to the house overhaul that was required after my friends moved out.

I didn’t have to tell her (but proceeded to anyway) that there was no way I needed or could afford the five bedroom, three bathroom, now-pristine-after-a-huge-renovation home.

 I instead took a self-guided tour and enjoyed a leisurely trip through the house and down memory lane.

The whole experience was quite amusing.

Just like I’m always one step away from moving away or settling down, it seems I’m also tip-toeing into adulthood and responsibilities like full-time employment and home ownership, while still keeping one foot firmly planted in immaturity and bad decision making.

Later that day, I saw this amazing picture on Facebook of my friend Kyle standing in front of another friend's house she had just toilet papered, or "rolled" as we used to call it in high school.

Besides loving the picture (and activity) immensely, I was happy that I’m not alone.





Part time adults, part time idiots.

Full time awesome. 

so many words.

I thought about waiting until I have the mental capacity and physical stamina to say what I want to say about how I feel about someone messing with one of my favorite cities.

It's not that I don't have the words.  I have many words - too many perhaps - and not nearly enough energy to make any point that hasn't already been made.

One of my favorites, from none other than Mr. Rogers.

Having a front row seat to history has it's perks, but one of it's drawbacks is that I get to see, firsthand, that much evil exists in the world.

But much good exists too.  And I still believe, no matter how cynical I might become, that good will win.

Stay strong.  

Be kind. 

Choose love. 

Pray for Boston.  (And West, Texas).  

Enjoy your weekend.