Goth teens and fake nails

I am:  politically savvy; progressive; well-versed on current affairs; an avid reader; passionate about social justice issues; a college graduate; involved with my Unitarian Univeralist congregation; a feminist; and very opinionated.  You’d never know from my recent posts.  Lately all I seem to be capable of is churning out ‘fluff pieces.’  Sorry to disappoint those expecting heavier topics but I’ve intentionally kept it light.  Delving into intense subjects or spilling my guts [about anything other than Z of course] on this blog just isn’t happening right now.  Let’s just say I’m taking a mental vacation.

The lovebirds

The lovebirds

Megan and Joey documented their engagement with a photo shoot.  Not only were the pictures adorable– you can totally tell they’re in love– but they really capture the essence of the couple.  They wore cowboy boots and included their dog.  For those [such as myself] who can’t get enough of my favorite roomie, be sure to check out her new blog.

They made a shirt for me.

They made a shirt for me.

Many a time I’ve sat wondering what my spirit animal is.  It’s definitely not a cat that roams the streets of Atascadero at night [because that’s V’s sacred manifestation] nor is it a hippopotamus.  Hippos are my favorite animal but that doesn’t seem very hip.  Turns out my SA is actually a human– a Goth teenager to be precise.  I must own this shirt.

Talon power

Talon power

Speaking of style….look at those hands!  In a desperate effort to stop assaulting biting my nails I enlisted professional help gluing fake tips to the jagged remnants.  Knowing he couldn’t possibly think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon, I dragged Z along with me.  I opted for bubble gum pink polish to maximize the effect.  No doubt he loves getting his back scratched– only one of several advantages associated with my ‘talons’ [as we affectionately refer to them at work].  Other benefits include making cool sounds when I tap tabletops and easily plucking meal worms for Tony Stark without actually touching them with my flesh.

Damn you, virtual saccharine addiction.

Damn you, virtual saccharine addiction.

I deleted Candy Crush from my phone.  Although I still play on the computer, it’s a step in the right direction.  Thank you, Danielle, for introducing me to the bane of my existence.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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