The List | WhyDid.com

The List Volume LXXXIII

By Kirsten|August 24th, 2012|The List|

Have you ever been too busy to be mad? Well, that’s been my life as of late. I’ve had so many visitors and been working on so many things that even when annoying stuff happened, I couldn’t really be bothered with it… ’cause I didn’t have the time. So, there’s this week’s life lesson… stay busy, stay happy.

But alas, I know how much you all enjoy a good ol’ list. So here she blows:

Admitting when you’re wrong.
This is how you know that your neighborhood is no longer “edgy.”
Why must good posture be so uncomfortable?
Guys who think they need to be “courted” like girls. Um, no.
Violence. Seriously though, can’t we all just get along?

Passing out. Drinking rose. Not skipping a beat.
Four girls, two dogs, one bed, one couch.
The look of surprise when you smile at a stranger.
Visual contradictions.
Admitting when you’re wrong.

Have a great weekend… and remember, never cry over spilled rose.

xx,

WhyDid

The List Volume LXXXII

By Kirsten|August 3rd, 2012|The List|

I should basically put myself on the list this week. I thought the hardest part about moving was the actual move. Turns out, the week after- waiting for deliveries, building furniture with instructions written in anything but English, unpacking boxes and finding places for it all to fit is the most time consuming and frustrating. Therefore, I am guilty of being the world’s worst blogger this week. You didn’t even get a How To Tuesday… which I will now have to amp up to make up for it. So, as to not disappoint any further… this week’s list:

Dating. So much work.
Doormen knowing your each and every coming and going.
Delivery windows. Oh, 11-2pm? Why don’t you just say 1:59pm ’cause we both know that’s when you’re showing up?
Having to explain to everyone that, no, you are not, in fact, married.
Having to pretend you remember how you know someone and that you’re super excited to see them.

Dating. So much fun.
The cab driver who stopped to get a slice of pizza and brought one back for me.
A workout so good you’re left immobile for the following 24 hours.
Doormen to collect your packages, dodge visitors, make sure axe murderers don’t follow you inside.
Seeing everything come together.

xx,

WhyDid

images via Flickr, Flickr, PhraseMix

The List Volume LXXXI

By Kirsten|July 27th, 2012|The List|

In the last 10 years of my life, I’ve moved (at least) once a year (this is the eighth apartment in NY). I hate moving. The mere sight of cardboard boxes makes me shudder. The sound of packing tape makes my skin crawl. So, why do I keep doing it? There is a variety of reasons, but one upside is that every time I move, it’s another chance to re-decorate. Granted this move was less than smooth sailing (couch got ripped, mirror got cracked, rug got a perm…), I am finally home. And who can complain about that?

Moving.
Making coffee only to realize you’re out of milk.
Naysayers.
That one scratchy, scraggly edge of a toenail that scrapes against the sheets all night.
People who do the right thing and then act like they did you a favor. Um, thanks for being a decent human?

The undying support of loved ones.
Not having to share closet space.
The fact that Cafe Gitane has Kirs on the menu.
Grocery delivery.
Moving on.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be over here sitting on my nonexistent couch.

xx,

WhyDid

The List Volume LXXX

By Kirsten|July 20th, 2012|The List|

I mean, I guess better late than never, right? It’s only 8:45 in California… and even earlier in Hawaii. So just pretend you’re drinking a mai tai in Maui and pretend I posted on time… shh…

The phrase, “right meow.” I don’t know who started it, but it must stop.
Picking the one stall with no toilet paper.
Pulling your hair up into the perfect messy mess and having one piece hanging down in a “rat tail.”
Flying hungover. Not good. Anyone who’s been to Vegas can vouch, I’m sure.
Getting the chatty cab driver. In the words of the oh so eloquent Rihanna, “Shut up and drive.”

Solo underwear dance parties.
If one dog is good, three dogs are better.
Learning to love your natural hair color.
Chloe Moretz.
Screaming at the very top of your lungs. Pillow or no pillow.

I promise to be on time next week… maybe.
xx,
WhyDid

The List Volume LXXIX

By Kirsten|July 6th, 2012|The List|

Alright, so, I do think these e-cards have gotten a bit (by “a bit” I mean “completely”) excessive, but when I saw this one the other day, I couldn’t help but laugh… and then realize it could have been tailor made for me. If only I had a unicorn…

Leaving my ID in the copier at FedEx. Score for the 19 year old 5’7 blonde who found it. Enjoy the Amaretto sours.
The insane heatwave that’s happening here in New York. Every day I wake up thinking there is NO WAY it could be hotter. Spoiler alert: it is.
Hair in the drain. I mean, I know it’s mine, but…
The last few times I have gone to Starbucks I merely ordered iced coffee. They forgot it. They did not, however, forget the gentleman behind me’s iced skim double shot hold the water two pumps of vanilla I’ve stopped listening ’cause you’re too high maintenance frappuccino.
Delusional people.

Having the most ridiculous dreams for yourself and actually saying them out loud (try it).
Black diamond studs.
The Sultra Bombshell. My girlfriends have been raving and now I see why.
Fun fact: sometimes I walk around the city with no actual destination and listen to my iPod pretending it’s my personal movie soundtrack.
Delusional people.

May your weekend be full of glitter, unicorns, and giggles. Now, if you don’t mind, my unicorn is thirsty. It’s hot out here.

xx,

WhyDid

Previous 3 456 7 Next