molls...she wrote

what can you do with a sentimental heart?

nobody@vox.com(molls) — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 19:44:20 -0700

These three dudes got arrested near my house today. I'm going to go ahead and say that they probs didn't do whatever they are being accused of.

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Yeah, they seem nice enough.

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This is actually one of my favorite photos I've ever taken for some reason. I'd like to get it blown up and hang it on my bedroom wall. Is that weird?

It was a whole "HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" deal.

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In college, Kendall and I used to do each other's hair and makeup all the time. I always did hair, she did make up. Our qualifications for our jobs were that I worked at a hair salon for a year and a half in high school and she had cooler make up. Anyway, the other night we decided to do fun hair before we vlogged. She started teasing her hair (if you've never seen this done before, I suggest you find a YouTube video or something because it's really a remarkable process.) Once her hair was all gigantic, she was wondering what to do with it and I was all "Well, I bet I could fake an Amy Winehouse situation". Thie only thing is that I didn't have bobby pins, so that thing is being held up by two gymnasts clips, a pony tail holder and a shit load of hairspray.

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This is my new necklace, framed by my melanoma chest. I ordered it from Etsy, but I can't find the lady's page now. Sad face.

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As for the peanut butter situation and my son: He's currently sitting on my lap (as I typed that he jumped up to go bark at someone taking out the trash) and I just found this photo of him, so whatever kind of vomiting and shit I'm going to have to clean up as a result of his peanut butter binge is pretty much already forgiven.

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kids these days

nobody@vox.com(molls) — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 23:02:29 -0700

Kendall and I made videos tonight:

Kendall and Molls: Hair Talk

Kendall and Molls: Hurts So Good

Awesome.

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so that's what we're doing here now

nobody@vox.com(molls) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 12:32:08 -0800

I have bangs now.

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four molls facts

nobody@vox.com(molls) — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 12:45:09 -0700

1) I am inhumanly messy. I often have ashtrays and Diet Coke cans stacked on my nightstand for a couple days at a time (used to be weeks in college). I do my dishes so sparingly that I often just throw them out and use paper plates. I have well over a thousand articles of clothing, much of which is stashed away in plastic containers in my closets, but a great deal of it sits in piles on my floor waiting to be cleaned. I still haven't unpacked from when I moved in two months ago. There are taped boxes sitting in a stack in my living room. These habits are not something I inherited... I think my mother is secretly appalled by the messes I create for myself, but allows them because she doesn't have to live in them.
2) I have a fear that all my male friends are only my friends because they want to fuck me. This wouldn't be so upsetting if the vast majority of my friends weren't male. I admit that it sounds kind of ridiculous, but it's awful strange that many of my "friends" have turned to me after either one of us have recently got out of a relationship. It's usually in some grand way, too. "I have always been so attracted to you", "I knew you were trouble the day I met you", et c. Shit that's really hot to hear, usually. The kind of stuff that you dream of someone whispering into your ear after a night of wine and deep conversation... but not when it's your friend who you've seen vomit more times than you can count on one hand. Not when it's someone whose ex girlfriend you've partied with. I'll admit, I've taken the bait more than once, which has perhaps only sealed my position as Rebounder or Reboundee, but many times these incidents feel more like the loss of a friend than a compliment. That entire last paragraph felt entirely too self-indulgent.
3) I obsess over random people and things. Sometimes I stumble across a random blog or website and walk the stalker line for a few months or even years. I've joked around that it's almost like Rainman and Whopner the way I gravitate to and obsess over some of the most random, unrelated things. For example: I have read the last five years of this woman's life... not once, not twice, but three times. What does her blog have to do with me? Is she a particularly good writer? Sure, actually. She's pretty darn good. But then there's this one. Terribly written, kind of boring, clearly exaggerated for "comic effect", but I kind of love it. It's not just blogs, either. I've spent months researching Scientology, LDS, and other religions I believe to be cultish and harmful in nature. There was a long period time in which I considered myself to be a historian of sorts for the show Degrassi: Junior High and all of it's delicious spin-offs. Basically, there's a really good chance I'm a little retarded.
4) My hair has been nearly every color possible. Including grape purple. My natural hair color is brown with blonde highlights. I get pretty vivid blond streaks naturally from the sun. I think had I appreciated that more when I was 14, I would have never started dying my hair, but I was a teenage girl desperately trying to force some sort of change. My mom let me do a reddish color that was supposed to wash out in 14 days. After that I started highlighting it light blonde and putting in purple streaks every summer until I was depressed over a college boyfriend and dumped a bottle of dark brown color on my head. Since then, it's been varying shades of blackish brown. I think it's the color I like best. It makes my eyes stand out and it's not something I have to do regularly. If my roots grow out, it could look worse.

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