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A Mental Contract

So yesterday, it was officially decided that when I grow up, my home will be an exact replica of an Anthropologie store, with a little Ikea flare.

In actuality, I come up with this idea every time I enter/pass an Anthropologie, but this time was different. Yesterday, when I strolled into that good smelling dress heaven, I secretly signed a mental contract with myself to finally follow through on my previously empty promise. I'm considering just packing up my stuff and moving into an actual store.

The Ikea part, that comes from my inherent fascination with everything Ikea. And Swedish, but that's another story. My brother, Brian, shares my obsession and he and I together, I mean we can spend hours in that not-so-little store. Twelve forks for three dollars! Bedding for practically nothing! And my container fixation is met in that blue and yellow warehouse. What is better? Tell me, anything? No.

It's Like 'Cheers' on Crack.

I've been having a Friends marathon the last week or so and it has been delightful!

I think when most people watch a show like Friends, they consider which character they're most like. Me? I think I'm a nice combo of Pheobe and Ross with just a dash of Joey and maybe a sprinkle of Monica.

I just love Friends! But really, who doesn't? See, I have two best friends, both female, but I've always secretly wanted to have a group of six: three ladies and three gentlemen collars. We could find a coffee shop that sold really good biscotti, meet up at each other's apartments, all of which, when compared to our salaries, are economically disproportionate, dance in a fountain on the WB lot and have a myriad of other exciting adventures. Can you imagine? Oh, the fun we'd have!

It's a Very Special Day. I Might Just Bake a Cake.

Today is Meryl Streep's birthday. As we are just getting to know each other, it's very important to notify you to the importance of Meryl in my life.

Not only is Ms. Streep the greatest actor to have ever lived and an exceptional person, she is also my idol. She turns 63 years young today and is even more beautiful now than she was in Kramer vs. Kramer.

As I mentioned before, I dream to be a screenwriter as well as an actor. While some girls might die to be the next Amanda Bynes or Miley Cyrus, I long to be on par with Meryl Streep, the fairest of them all. See, I don't want to be her, I want to know her, learn from her, and work with her. She is simply the best.

So Meryl, as I'm sure you're reading this, thank you for be so absolutely superb at what you do, both professionally and personally. I, and the rest of the film community, and really anyone in their right mind, thank you for it. Happy Birthday!

Not for the Faint of Heart

I ran across this little guy on the internets this morning. It's a dog, not a panda: a poor, confused dog. He gives a whole new outlook on identity crisis.

After discovering panda-dog up there I looked up dog styling and bumped into these gems:

Maybe it's just me, but something is seriously wrong here. I mean one of these guys has a graffiti mushroom on its ass. I'm gonna go ahead and put these dog owners one tier down on the crazy cake from the kiddie beauty pageant moms on Toddlers and Tiaras. It's a sad, right? Except the Ninja Turtles one, he's awesome. I'd wear that with pride, if it didn't kill my soul.

Allow Me to Introduce Myself,

'ello!

Well, this is new, for the both of us, and to be honest, I'm beginning this little experiment without any clear direction. I'm not sure what I'll end up posting on this little guy or how long this phase will last, but lucky you, you're along for the ride!

A bit about myself (but not enough for creepy middle aged men to remain interested):

My name will remain a mystery, however you may call me Campbell (like the soup). I think it's more exciting that way. My dream is to be a writer, screenwriter to be precise. I enjoy tea and postcards and Keds and can appreciate a good pun. I'm currently at a loss as to how to explain the bouillabaisse that is my personality, but I'm sure as this somewhat one-sided relationship progresses, you'll come to know more about me.

Let's lay down some ground rules:

1. If you ever catch a spelling error it's probably because I have chosen that moment to test not only your acceptance and intelligence, but the lasting power of our relationship, as, if you alert me to said hypothetical error, I will ask you to stop reading this dog-and-pony blog and go find better things to do with your time. Like joining a fucking spelling bee: nobody's perfect, so move it along.

2. God only knows into what this will turn, but my guess is it will be somewhat of a scrapbook of my interests. Someday I can show my grandkids this and say, "Look kiddo, granny was kinda a badass in her day, if you care to expand the definition of badass." If any of you lovely readers happen to share any of my assorted interests, please share.

3. I don't know how you found this site, chances are I sent you the link myself, but thanks for reading. This is like a little marriage we're joining, me and you. I promise to be here, writing, when I remember, and you promise to show up every once and awhile and read it, whatever it may say. I like it.

Signed your newest pal,

The Littlest Wordsmith