kittens! inspired by kittens!

we got a kitten tonight. we ended up naming her Boo.

she's real cute, full of energy, and likes to claw me. (just because she doesn't know how to use her claws yet..) 

bed. 

yoga in the morning and lots and lots of things to do before friday!

...pepz wherez ya been gurl?

saltz. 

I like this...

SeeqPod - Playable Search

salt.

i'm alive, sorry part2.

It's been a while.. for both pepper and I, sorry. busy, busy college girls we are. I'm up, go figure. I have some really messed up sleeping habits, oh well. Easter was good I went to Chelsea's cousins in scottsdale with her and had way to much chocolate and have been ever since (pictured above I'm a rabbit..?). Which is odd since I hardly ever eat candy.. but what's a girl to do? 

I have spent my night doing religion homework, buying my mates of state/black kids ticket, watching re-runs of anthony bourdian, watching snoop doggs wake and bake channel on his twitter, reading about horoscopes, and listening to Austin Gibbs music (http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=210113237). Check it out. For some reason he reminds me of Margo and the Nuclear So and So's. Anyways, Friday was interesting in that I had to have the large majority of it told to me. Jell-o shots in plastic easter eggs can really get to a person.. I'd rather leave out all of the embarrassing details. I lost my camera and my mind... 

        I started on my final photo project today; gorilla mask, imaginary friends, birthday cakes, and a whole bunch of really cool things. I'm really excited to post it once it's all done! I think it's going to be really cool!

    Tomorrow yoga, more shooting, lil' drinking, and then the st.louis cardinals are playing here against the d-backs... I don't really like baseball but got to support the home team and Puljous!

Sorry I don't have anything really interesting to say... there's always tomorrow though!

starting tomorrow workout routine in motion! time for old ways to come back in a new way my friends!

have a good one...night.

salty.

ps. saw sunshine cleaning, I give it a C+.. the trailer makes you think it's going to be funnier than it is, just sayin'. 

enough is enough

I need to get my shit together, just like any American. But, for serious. After a series of embarrassing scholastic incidents, apparently my efforts to get my shit together this semester haven't been enough.

And I thought I had been doing so well; no drinking, no dates, no drugs during the week. Doing the homework the day I got it.

Yeah, I'm still fucking up. Stupid fuck-up shit, too, like average 19-year-old girl stuff, but still..... I'm writing a new set of rules for myself in the hopes of turning them into habits. Of a highly effective person. Just tryin' to live better, man. I've started to realize that all those things my parents told me to do were not because they wanted to impose their power on me, but, oh, because in the REAL WORLD people have to do these things to survive (I'm such an idiot)

Anyways, I'm writing these on the blog in order to keep myself in check, and maybe inspire some of y'all to get your shit together, too.


1.no drinking caffeine after noon

I thought I was pretty tolerant to caffeine, especially after pretty much overdosing on it last semester before my history final. And then there was the Sparks incident, where I drank a Sparks Lite and a half and thought I was going to die. Like, I had to be massaged and cooed Disney songs to because my heart hurt so much. This was worse than the time I accidentally mixed my antihistamine with alcohol. Kind of really embarrassing. And I'm convinced all my caffeine drinking is starting to keep me up so friggin' late. So, no drinking caffeine after noon, just like my mom used to say to me when I was a little 'un.


2. no computer after 11 pm

This probably sounds ridiculous, especially because I'm writing this at almost 3 in the morning. But someone told me some shit about how computers arent a constant source of light, so they flicker, and that keeps your brain awake, and you stay awake, and only get three hours of sleep and sleep through classes and die. I want to finish these two books I borrowed, Nine Stories and The Unbearable Lightness of Being...I've been meaning to get back into reading again. It's been a while. Could sure do with some good books. Could sure do with some quaaaality sleep.



3. no drinking alcohol Monday through Thursday during school year


This is just sort of a "DUH" to me. Save money, save brain cells, save self from embarrassing hangover'd presence in class the next day. There's more to it, though, I've never been a big drinker, but alcoholism runs in my family. And alkies on the real alkie front are not cute. This rule will also apply to drugs, not limited to but including sleeping pills and sleeping syrup.



4. WAKE UP WHEN THE ALARM GOES OFF YOU SODDING IDIOT

Self-explanatory, I hope, but I'm starting to use two alarms, I'm in the market for a new one. I'm always late to class. I sleep through my f-ing life. FML. This is a big one.


5. take fitness more seriously

I just started running again. Although I did not receive the clarity I had hoped for, I did feel pretty damn good after hopping in the shower and stretching. I'm already a very active person, playing with kids and having a long commute. Living in New York means I walk like 2 miles a day and it doesn't faze me, so I have to step it up. Running is what I want. I went for twenty-five minutes and only used my inhaler once. I hope to step it up to an hour and no inhaler. But, BABY STEPS! It feels so good once those endorphins get goin', and there's nothing like fitting into your skinny, skimpy summer clothes.


6. schedule every week on Sundays

I used to do this. Why did I stop? I'm going to do it again. Idiot.



7. call family 2x week

I have always been very disconnected from my family, for some reason. I mean, I currently live 50 miles from a handful of extended family, 1300 from my mother and 3000+ from both my fathers. I should be a good person and call them, right? I don't want to go through life not knowing my family, which is the regret I have whenever I think about my great-Aunt Sally's death and my grandfather, who's 5-year death-a-versary came by on April Fool's.


8. limit processed foods and dairy

Tryin' to stick to this "whole foods" thing. Whole grain, fruits, white meats, veggies, limited dairy, limited sweets, limited grease...it gets easier every day but having a horrible junk food addiction (like a crackhead, I tell you!) makes it a pain.




These are a handful of rules, but I'm rilly rilly gonna try to abide by them and get my shit together before summer starts...let us pray.


-Miss Pepper

he told me if i smoked crack with him he'd love me forever.. he lied.

So I came about this while doing a research paper in my religion class. We had to choose a religion we hadn't studied about in class so I choose kookie Scientology. Wow, weirdoz. I went to the Scientology main internet website and found these ads they had made kind like the drug.org ones they broadcast on TV just a lot more lame and AWFUL acting.. I ended up watching every single one, some even a few times. I really enjoyed the acid one and watched it over and over again cracking up at the kid who plays the kid who's "addicted" to acid. Also, the one of like the 10 year old who gets addicted to riddalen and dies... each ad ends with THEY LIED. Haha I got a pretty good laugh! Sorry if you don't think they're funny but I bluntly don't give a shit Scientoligest are fucking weird and this is just ONE of the many examples of why.. oh and Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch..

MY FAVORITE !! http://www.scientology.org/#/antidrug_psa7_lovelost


WATCH AND LAUGH AND LAUGH!

off to Phoenix art walk..drinking beer and dark and stormy on the metro on the way there.. Jen, Kelly, Chelsea, and I: we OWN!
laterrrrrr,
saltz

this is all very strange

I always look forward to Spring. Not in the sense that I only look forward to breaking out my espadreilles, skirts and ballet flats, because I do, but also because Spring seems to really be the beginning of the new year. Spring cleaning leads to ridding my life of the negative energy I'd been hiding in my room and in my life. Spring weather and spring sun makes this girl a happy one. I'll walk around wearing my bunny ears forever, I love this season. It means making sure my toes are painted pink at all time and there's a cardigan around my shoulders, but that's okay.


I've compiled the beginning of my spring playlist. Here's my work so farrrrrrr.

SeeqPod - Playable Search


love, pepper

shit I did it again..

      I'm not an alcoholic I swear. I just like to drink. When you get drunk though do you call/ text ridiculous people? I do. I feel it's the only time I have the guts to tell the majority of them my true feelings. Then I wake up feeling like a big idiot and wondering why I don't have a boyfriend.. haha. Umm.. I'll probably just continue to be the drunken stalker girl who only strikes up outrages conversations under the influence... and you know I don't think I mind... 

It's the story of my life. I have yet to sleep uhhhh... so tired.

miss. salt.

eye infection 2009 part 12 or some shit.. 

a message from miss pepper

there's something to be said about the beauty of a good epiphany.
there's something even more beautiful about letting a few things said to you become one giant epiphany.


I realized the other day that I am really in the prime of my life.
I will never be this beautiful, thin, smart, attractive, ambitious or young in my life again.
Why am I wasting it trying to be this person who wants this "plan" of mine I have in my head to take place right now?

Why not just really enjoy my youth?
Go home with grimy dudes. Drink at bars. Skip class to go to Coney Island. Walk to Queens out of boredom. Dance on tables. Kiss your friend when he says he likes you. Don't leave the house 'til midnight. Take cabs to the Lower East Side. Take adderall. Take drugs. Don't take drugs. Chain smoke. Make out in taxis. Go home with 35-year-old men who don't know you're 19, do whatever it is you so desire to do because, let's face it, when you're in grad school, when you're working a 9-5, when you have kids, you can't do that shit, because you have to be responsible and shit.

Truth be told, I still have to be responsible while I enjoy my youth.

School, health and work are my only restrictions:
I have to go to work to make money. I have to turn assignments in on time. I have to go to class. I can't drink or do bad things on school nights. I have to do my homework. I can't get involved with guys who I know will break my heart and make me bedridden with heartsickness. I can't drink cheap vodka because I'll get a migraine. I can't do shit that will get me arrested.

I can't behave like a total idiot.


That's the whole thing.

Enjoy your youth.
Enjoy the few responsibilities you have.

Enjoy your youth responsibly.




and LOVE IT.


-pepper

HIGH !!

I just made a cheeseburger, had two bags of cheez-it 100 calorie pack snacks and a gatorade. I'm watching the worst movie ever, A Walk in the Clouds with Keanu Reeves.. how the fuck did this dude ever get an acting job? Serousley this is a joke...

I gots to go..

salty 

Things I Lyke that you Probably Don't ! (but i'll admit it.)

So there are things that everyone likes but doesn't like to admit to. For me they're called guilty pleasures. Some don't consider them guilty pleasures for themselves but some do. Maybe it's because of the groups of people I hang out with or because I feel that these few things I consider "guilty pleasures" I should feel guilty for liking for some reason. Anyways I'm coming clean. Time to spill on what I call my guilty pleasures. And understand I'm not embarrassed by saying I like these things but people give me a lot of shit for liking them that's all.. I hope you understand where I'm coming from..

- Gossip Girl, I don't care what anybody says I fucking love Gossip Girl and have watched every episode. I get turned on every time Chuck Bass is on screen and I'm sure like many who watch the show religiously like me are annoyed with Chuck and Blair's relationship.. so annoying. Anyways I read pretty much every single book and I FUCKING LOVE GOSSIP GIRL !!

- Growing up in the Mid-west you grow-up listening to country music. I don't care what the hell you say but if you grew up in Missouri like myself someone in your family loved country and played it all the time or you always had those group of friends who listened to country. If not then I'm wrong, I'll sot-of admit it but whatever. Anyways I like country music. People give me shit for this all the time but I'm sure they'll get over it. Just because I like country music doesn't mean I'm some twat who doesn't know what good music is. Understand because I like country music doesn't mean I like honky tonk hillbilly music. For instance I just bought a Taylor Swift ticket and I'm really excited. Don't like it.. fuck you.

-Last on the list I can think of right now is March Madness. Yes the basketball tournament that all the d-bag frat dudes fill out brackets for and beat money on. I seriously get more excited for march madness then spring break..okay maybe that's a little overboard but I really really get into it! My entire family does. We have the same beat every year for march madness in my family and this is how it goes... Who ever has the most points at the end of march madness is the ruler of the day. This sounds stupid but if you win it's awesome plus you get to boss your entire family around for an entire day no matter what. This is our third year of doing this and the first year my step-dad won. This resulted in me and my two sister waking up at 8a.m. on a summer day painting all of our outside furniture in 100 degree weather. I was pissed my sisters was pissed and my mother's job was to go get us food and drinks. Wow. Last year my middle sister Karis won. She was the best "queen " of the day. She had my parents take her shopping in Kansas City and I had to stay and babysit my littlest sister Spencer. Big deal. I ended up dropping her off with my dad and I ended up getting drunk the entire weekend they were gone. Good times. If I win this year my slaves will suffer. Go NORTH CAROLINA ! 

mmkay I'm watching the Bad Girls Club so I need to go ... this is intense. 

later!

saltz. 

omg!

omg! i'm done! pictures to follow once the room is back in order... i'm looking at 4 gigantic bags and a hamper full of clothes to sort.


yay!

-pepper

HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY !!

I'm drunk, on hydros, and irish. What do you expect? I just fell asleep watching a friends marathon with my room mate like 20 minutes ago. I started drinking at 3:00 p.m. today and of course after getting all my shit done! I watched Leprechaun featuring Jennifer Anisten which made me laugh and laugh while I sipped on some woodchuck apple cider beer Mmmm and then got bored while watching Leprechaun II when it came on and ended up going and getting Spinato's pizza.. the BEST in the valley! I feel I sound so bitchy when I say 'valley', but that's what it is so get over it. Then I watched Anthony Bourdian.. is it sad I wish I could bone him? Whatever he's a bad ass and I'm fucked up so I'll just say I'd fuck him, being nothing but honest. I don't have class until 4:30 tomorrow so I think I'll sleep all day. Nothing like being red headed having freckles and celebrating the heritage! Kiss me I'm fucking irish bitches and yes I'm serious, about actually saying that and kissing me!

nightsz at 9:30 p.m. ha!

saltz

ps. sorry pepz about the password change.. drunken timez my friend! lovezzz

PEPPER'S GREAT ADVENTURE

i am the messiest person ever.
i have class at 9:30 and i'm cleaning my room. what?!!

i'm liveblogging it.

10:30 PM sudden urge comes on to clean room. and rearrange everything.

11:13 PM have moved most furniture out of room, back in and now i have a whole new room.


11:32 PM have put all my clothes in the living room.


11:46 PM all clothes are in hampers, bags, and garbage bags. holy god. i own so many clothes that i don't even wear. what the hell?

12:06 AM smoking a rolled cigarette and listening to miley cyrus.

12:20 AM all shoes under bed.

12:42 AM still throwing out stuff i don't want. i just found my TAP application, my new insurance card, and oh, yeah, a ton of change. ka-ching!


1:16 AM I have to be awake and alive for a 9:30 editing class. This is gonna be a 2-parter. I'm calling into to work tomorrow to study and complete this mess. <3 style="font-weight: bold;">

3:10 PM just got back from class. with the help of some, ahem, friends, i am eradicating my room of garbage. apartment still looks like a hurricane hit it.

3:32 PM bodega break! gots some arizona half n half (tea and lemonade...yesss) and diet coke.... let's do this shit.

3:44 PM fixing my desk and bookshelf and positively blasting Dead Kennedys.

4:16 PM desk now dust-free. I'm typing at my desk for the first time in like, months. not a lie or exaggeration at all. blasting lil wayne with the window open in my rooommmm, so nice!

4:48 PM i now have a dressing area! i got rid of all the graffiti on my chalkboard (negative energy, its real, man!) and now i'm cleaning my hepa filter.

4:56 PM omg! i have a hepa filter! and how the hell did i manage to accumulate soooo many shoes?!

5:44 PM almost done!!!! just gotta make the bed.

6:54 PM totally done with my room. Bed made, desk cleaned. now just gotta clean the living room...which means putting shit back in my room. oye.

7:59 PM done. doing dishes. i also just got hot sauce in my eye fml

HELLO I'VE BEEN DEAD

Or rather, sick. A cough that sounds like the black plague, a fever, unintentional robotripping, I've gone through 3 boxes of tissues and a bag of cough drops, a bottle of nyquil, a bottle of dayquil and a bottle of robitussin.

But hey, I'm alive! So get ready for a barrage of posts!
miss pepper

FORGOT TO MENTION !!

BITCHES DAT EYE INFECTION IS GONE !! 

NO MORE GLASSES !!

YIPPY !!!!!!!! :)

saltz.

obsessions.

So lately I have had an obsession with model Tallulah Morton and Erin Wasson. Weird obsession yes, but whatever. Tallulah is 18 and is usually found hanging out with Mark Hunter "the Cobra Snake". I absolutely love her style and have watched a few interviews with her and she seems full of energy and really fun. I sound like a creep..get over it. She's from Australia and was discovered when she was 11 then started modeling at at age 13. I think she's pretty fucking awesome and would pretty much like to be her friend in real life in a non-creepy way. (last two pictures above.)

Then Erin Wasson is like 27 but seriously looks like she's 23, I want her aging tips. Anyways she's pretty much a hard ass and skates, surfs, snowboards, smokes marlboro reds, and calls Alexander Wang her bff. She already has a jewelry line out which she collaborated with Alexander Wang called LowLuv and is getting ready to come out with a collection with RVCA called ERIN WASSON X RVCA, it's a real edgy, fashionable line. One shirt in particular I want reads, "If you ain't a cowboy, you ain't shit !" growing up in Texas I'm sure Erin knows all about cowboys. (first two pictures above.)

Pretty much I like both of these girls styles and think their pretty bad ass. 

So let's be friends Tallulah & Erin. 

I leave in 3 hours for Detroit/Canada ... talk to you in a week. 

saltzy. 

picture source: thecobrasnake, kenneth cappello, and facehunter

I'm alive, sorry.

Yo Yo ! So I suck and have been busy. Sorry to leave ya hanging. But Thursday was the start of spring break, yippy! I have been laying around the last couple of days watching tv and movies and waiting for Tuesday! I'm going to visit my bestest friend Lisa in Detroit. It's going to be pretty much of the chain. She lives like 2 hours away from Canada so we're going to go up there and drink, party, and gamble. You know cool stuff like that. Maybe I'll come back a millionaire from playing 21, that would rule. The first thing I'd buy would be a personal masseuse I think that would be a great investment. Moving on ... tonight I went and saw Revolutionary Road. It was okay. Kate Winslet was fucking phenomenal but there's something about Leonardp DiCaprio that drives me crazy. He's annoying. I can't sleep. I have ANOTHER eye appointment in 2 hours. I don't think I'll go to sleep. Sorry this is going nowhere. This post sucks. I'll write something better tomorrow. Good night or I guess good morning.

saltalicious. 

RANT

Okay, listen. I'm getting fed up with this. I realize that blogging when I should be writing a paper is not a good idea, time-management wise, but listen: I don't need your fucking sass.

I have my own methods when it comes to paper-writing. If it's a paper over 5 pages, I'll spend weeks and weeks researching it with notecards, whole bit. But if its >5, I spend a weekend thinking about the subject, then outline it and write it in one night. Yes, I lose a night of sleep. But I also usually get high grades on my papers, higher than most people who actually spend too much time on theirs. I won't lie: I'm an excellent writer, and I know it. Once I have a thesis, a theme and a title I'll get a 5 page paper done in 90 minutes, no sweat.

For this paper, I started watching Killer's Kiss last week. I have watched it now four times. I took notes every time. I chose a topic I know a lot about and I knew was easy to do. I outlined it on the train on Friday and I detailed my main points on train today. Now, I am making those main points into paragraphs in my paper. Yes, the paper is due at 6:30 PM tomorrow. Yes, I have a doctor's appointment at 1:30 PM and I have class at 11. But it will be done, and it will be solid-fucking-gold.

So, for the love of GOD, people who keep telling me I'm procrastinating, that I shouldn't stay up so late, blah blah blah, BACK OFF. I have my own study methods. I buy a lot of caffeine, eat a lot of protein and do writing marathons, with shower, nap and dance breaks. I do it right.

YES, I write better essays than you could ever hope to. I got a fucking perfect score on my essay on the SAT. Time is not a problem. What is a problem, however, is you annoying the shit out of me and calling me lazy.

Now watch me set the curve on this essay.

fuckers.

-pepper


PS Salt, I am sending you imaginary buckets of ice cream and doritos right now because I totally feeeeellll you girl.

OMG

=
the new

dude am I wrong here? I think not. Bravo better pick up RiRi and CB for a reality show. Wonder who will start hittin' the pipe first.

-pepper

I smell like developer and I'm crying. (this is a rant, FYI)

I hate when you have shitty days. Mine for instance was.  I'm sure it could've been a lot worse and things could have gone a lot more wrong but it was still bad. I started my day by making my 4th trip to the eye doctor in the last 4 weeks. Thinking I would be getting fit for my new contacts and getting new lens put in these sweet frames I found. Sadly instead I found out my eye infection STILL has not went away! Like what the fuck is growing in my eye? So after finding out I would have to wear my glasses another week I was pissed, yet didn't mind since I had found these sweet glasses I wanted to get my prescription in. Come to find out I can't get my prescription filled in these bomb glasses because the frames are glued in! Like what the fuck?! So after getting back to back bad news I leave the eye doctor with new eye drops and a prescription for another kind of eye drop. After taking the wrong exit the way home it took me an extra 20 minutes, ya no big deal but this is my shitty day so I'll say whatever I want. After arriving back in Tempe I go to CVS to have my prescription filled and this large mexican women with drawn on eye brows, long acrylic gold nails, and a nameplate necklace with the name Maria was a totally bitch to me. My parents had given me their credit card to pay for the eye drops but Maria rudely let me know they don't take other peoples credit cards who aren't there in person. Uh, okay whatever I'm paying you for my eye drops, not ripping you off you bitch. So I paid with my debit card and got an over draft free. So when I get home I realize that the prescription they gave me which cost $70 bucks was the same exact kind they had given me 2 weeks ago for FREE and still had left! Just my luck. Okay shitty day almost over.. Tomorrow I have photo and we are to have four prints due. I have like six done but none have anything to do with movement which they're suppose to be. So dark room "opened" at 7:40 tonight or was suppose to. I get there at like 7:20 and it is jammed pack! I guess the class before the dark room hours stayed in there and let some of the other people waiting for open hours in. The result of this left me sitting on a table for 2 hours with my name on a list of 18 ( I was #10, woot woot!)  waiting for a machine to open so I could print, SOO annoying. After sitting for 2 hours I decided I might as well develop two rolls of film since in the 2 hours of waiting one person had went in on the list. I develop my 2 rolls of film NONE of them come out! Like seriously karma what have I done to deserve this? Come back out of the developing room somebody has marked my name off the list and they have skipped me!! I freak out and am like no one even called my name! So this nice older dude in my class lets me jump in front of him. Get to the projector to print and the film holder I get is full film so every time I print the lines on the film are on the photo, glorious. I ask around to see if I can borrow someone else's no one is being nice. I get to spend maybe 45 minutes in the dark room and get kicked out for closing hours. I got three prints printed and none the quality I wanted. On the bike ride home call my mother because I haven't talked to her all day and I am sad and upset. She doesn't help because she just got out of a meeting and is a total bitch. I hang-up start crying, watch Dead Like Me. Get a voicemail from the camera place, my camera has been acting up...well I guess the film taker fucking melted inside my camera and they have to take the whole thing apart, that my friends is another $160 out of my pocket. So today has been shitty. Everybody has them and I felt like sharing mine. Above is how cute I would have looked with my bad ass glasses if only the lens would have came out..but maybe I'll keep them and wear them as fakes, at this point I don't care. All I know is I'm going to be putting eye drops in my eye ever 15 minutes because I will not spend all spring break in Canada in glasses. Sorry nothing against glasses but I just won't or I might just go blind by breaking all the rules if this infection isn't gone! gahhh, I took more cough syrup which means bed and I'm not waking up until 10:30, and that's a promise.

here's to another shitty day in the books !

bad luck

 saltsy. 

I feel ya!

Mmm now I want some Imo's and crab rangoon ! But Peps I know exactly what your talking about! You'd think here in Arizona there'd be killer places to eat but no. We have no Panera, no Jimmy Johns, no good chinese food, no Andy's frozen custard and no one here knows how to make a good skinny white mocha. I feel like a crazy when I have to choose somewhere to eat. There is nothing that ever sounds good and I end up settling for something I don't even want. I mean I live in one of the hottest places in the United States and we don't have an Andy's frozen custard. The only ice cream place we have is fucking nasty ass stone cold, ew. I'd rather not eat ice cream then eat theirs. Sorry I think it's disgusting. And coffee wise it's just sad. I bet I have tried every coffee house at least three times. No one knows how to make a drink, it's depressing and I hate Starbucks so that ain't gonna cut it. Maybe it's because the Mud house has spoiled me..Peps back me up. What I'm getting at it I feel your food pain. When I go home now I make sure I hit all of my favorite places which ends in me gaining about 10 pounds each time I go home but, whatever I miss Missouri food and I'm not afraid to admit it. Ah I can just hear Modest Mouse playing on the mudhouse speakers now drinking a delicious white mocha and gossiping about the next group of emo "straight edgers" walking in to go do lines in the bathroom..how I miss it. 

robitussin ..going to bed.

salts. 

ps. peps, you and me mudlounge one of these days for drinkz!

"This is Manhattan! You can get anything you want here."

Whoever said that is full of shit. I constantly crave five Midwestern-Southern staples that are damn near impossible to get here in NYC. Here's a list of food I want all the time.




1. St Louis Style Pizza
The cracker crust. The ooey-gooey cheese. The sweet sauce. I dream about Imo's Pizza constantly. Whenever I tell a native New Yorker about St Louis style pizza, they usually gag and tell me I'm crazy. Yes, I get it. I live in like, the world pizza capital. And sure, it's delicious. But part of me just misses those party-cut pizzas....You can buy half-baked Imo's pizzas online for $43 a pie or something. I might just have to choke up the money. That, or return to Springfield and stuff myself silly.





2. Authentic, Southern-Style Sweet Tea
Don't listen to that bullshit that Mickey D's sweet tea is "close" to authentic. That's complete and utter crap. I worked at an will-go-unmentioned restaurant last summer, and the manager was from Alabama. Anyways, he made AUTHENTIC sweet tea, which has an entire bag of sugar per two gallons and is brewed so long it looks black. This I can find nowhere in NYC. Nowhere, because Yankees think it is too sweet. Hello, Southern food is usually a vessel for people to eat A.) pure fat, like butter [e.g. biscuits] B.) salt [ham, grits, etc] or C.) sugar [aforementioned sweet tea!]. Now, I realize that I have yet to hit up the comfort food places in Harlem and Bed-Stuy, but still. I think about that sweet tea allll the time.


3. Crab Rangoon
Deep-fried, sweet cream cheese. Duck sauce. That's all I want. I ordered crab rangoon from this place around the way from me. It actually had crab in it. The horrors! It was sooo salty, too. I want my hick-style crab rangoon, stat. I hear there's a place on the Upper West Side that sells it as well but I bet it won't be like Canton Inn's.





4. Biscuits and Gravy
Serrrrriiiiously. You'd think I could get that shit here, since it's so simple. Nope. Not really. Not the fluffy, butter-soaked biscuits with salty, feel-the-fat on your tongue sausage white gravy that makes you feel like you should diet after the first bite. That is what I want. I will not settle til I get that. Oh man. I think I just gained 5 pounds blogging about this.




5. Velveeta Cheese Dip
My mom would kill me if she knew I was writing this. And I know I could very well make this dip myself, but I can't bring myself to buy Velveeta. Do you know what that shit is? It's not even REAL cheese, it's cheese PRODUCT. Anyways, I remember I used to go to this girl's house in middle school sometimes and her mom would always make it. And I'd eat soooo much of it, because, well, it was fatty, salty and my fresh fruit-and-veggie loving mother would never approve of it (much like the rest of this list). Damn, I gotta hold my head up HIGH. I have no shame. I like gross food. Like this superbowl treat, Hormel and Velveeta. Hell yeah. This dip is like the trademark of Midwestern/Southern women, who are not really known for their cooking skills. Except for Paula Deen. I love that bitch. Yeah, so I might succumb one day to this craving and actually make it...but for now, I will daydream of being 11 years old and stuffing my face with this shit.




My mom will hang her head in shame for this post. I mean, after all, the woman worked hard to make me an educated foodie, with preferences for fresh fruit, vegetables and low-fat foods. But you can't keep me down from my fatty, sugary, salty foods. I am going to die of a heart attack and diabetes by age 21. Oh well.


-miss fatties mcpepper

food porn food porn food porn

I bake so much. I cook soooo much food. It's an addiction, for real. I'm a good chef and pastry artist at that- I just polished off some Israeli couscous and there's a plate of spicy snickerdoodles. I dream of rolling pins and the perfect chocolate chip cookie. I look forward to every meal I cook.

You could say I like food.

Which is why I literally bust a nut when I found THIS IS WHY YOU'RE FAT DOT COM.

Oh man. I want everything on this website. This is the dirtiest, raunchiest food porn out there, and I have NO SHAME.




(This is a McNuggetini. yes salt, it has alcohol which is why I posted it for your drunk ass)


This looks so good that my food baby has a food boner. Oh man, I'm gonna go try to find one of those Krispy Kreme cheeseburgers...now

i'm sorry i'm such as asshole

Holy God, have I been busy, or have I been busy. Midterms are slowly approaching and I am slowly dying. I have a paper due in two of my classes. Philosophy and Kubrick. Know what the Kubrick one is about? Masculine hegemony. How many times have I used masculine hegemony as a paper subject? Like seriously, every paper I have ever written at Brooklyn College is about how men are dominant in the creative world and patriarchy sucks and blah blah blah.


So, there will not be much heard from me this week. Salt, back me up, girl.


lololololovezzz
miss Pepz

Monkey's are asshole.

   I'm intoxicated hard core and watching Mark and Olly on the travel channel and it's freaking me out. Their trying to nurse this baby monkey back to health which is cute and all but they have to hold onto the monkey while they're sleep and it's making all of these freaky sounds because it misses it's mom and dad since it's parents died. They said that the monkey parents died of a disease but I personally think the tribe ate them. I had this awful experience with a monkey once..I'll tell you the story. So one of my mom's good friends Brian use to babysit his friends monkey. Don't ask me the name I don't know, it should be lil' bitch though because one day he brought the monkey into my mom's store and I was petting it being all nice saying how adorable it was when the mother fucker grabbed a HUGE chunk of my hair and would not let go! I was screaming and Brian was trying to get lil' bitch to let go but he wouldn't and it was awful. I was 12 and cried a lot. I'm tender headed, it hurt. Since then monkey's and I haven't been the same, all thanks to lil' bitch.

 Anyways.. I'm waiting for the Girls Next Door Season finale to come on.. ya, I like it so sue me.  Thank god for wine tasting's. May I suggest to try raspberry woodchuck cider beer? It's fucking awesome !! I had like seven cups and the guy serving it thought I was an alcoholic for sure! Sorry this is totally off subject from monkey's but totally worth talking about. I went to the Taste of Tempe tonight bad ass! $15 for all the booze you can drink and samples of amazing food from all over Tempe. I drank a lot, a lot a lot. Wine, beer, more wine it was great. I had this phenomenal pizza I had like 4 slices of Mmm sooo good! and also had these amazing vegetarian buffalo wings from a place called Green I will defiantly be visiting both! It was a great day.  Starting by sneaking into the Buttes Resort to use their pool because it wasn't occupied by annoying frat dudes and sorority chick's like ours and then ending by a drunken ride to CVS for water, cheez its, and a special something for Chelsea.. haha.  Okay my apartment is a mess and my eyes are getting heavier. I'm going to watch Glass House then go to bed. Oh I watched Practical Magic earlier.. I always wanted to be a witch when I was little by watching that and Craft. I think I still want to be a witch, that'd be bomb. I'm sunburnt, peace.

 kisses, 

 sweet&salty. 

My Friday night spent in the bath..

I'm sitting in the bath tub sweating out all of the sickness. My roommate has been coughing EVERYWHERE so I'm trying to prevent getting her illness. The last two days I have taken a very large amount of vitamin C..maybe enough to even over dose on. I have also been drinking large amounts of fluids and sleeping a lot. I will be damned if I get sick for spring break which starts next Friday. I'm going to Canada and I will be on the prowl of cute breaded dudes and where better to look than Canada where it's freezing! Also, I don't mind that I'm not going to Mexico like 98% of the rest of people because I don't really feel like getting kidnapped and being a sex slave for a bunch of mexicans. Plus me in a swim suit might scare everyone off. Okay I'm sweating and feeling a little light headed. Time to drink more fluids, take my religion test, and then jump in the bath again. God, what a great friday night! I will be blogging later, trust me.

pruny salt. 

kryptonite: week 1

Contrary to popular belief, I am not a superhero. Although 9 out of 10 kindergartners perceive me to be Super Girl, I have my weaknesses. So, I have decided to divulge said kryptonite to you, dear reader.


I totally can't get enough of the NYPD Daily Crime Blotter. Oh man! It's so good. The story up today is about how this duo of gangsters mugged a couple in their thirty-somethings. Alright, sounds like a typical Flatbush story, but it gets better: one of the guys was named Short Man.

Short Man. Oh, hell yeah. But nothing compares to the story of Licorish. I've never been to Jamaica, Queens, and I never intend to, but if I ever do...oh my God, I really hope I meet Licorish.

Alright. Now you know one of my MANY weakness.

I have to go rescue a puppy out of a tree, or something now.


SuperPepz!

sorry I just don't like you...

       We all have those stars that when you see them on tv or in a movie or in a interview you just want to strangle...well I do anyways.  Their just annoying and you feel if you saw them in real life you'd probably go up to their face and tell them how annoying they are. The star that does it for me is Evan Rachel Wood. Okay so she's been in movies like Running with Scissors, Across the Universe, and The Wrestler. Big whoop. She's fucking obnoxious. And if you ask me I don't think she's that great. She's 21 and was dating Marilyn Manson who is 40, she is awesome. A.) who the hell would find Marilyn Manson attractive B.) ew and C.) Dita Von Teese wannabe much? I can't stand here. Don't believe me check it out yo. Sorry Evan Rachel you ain't no Dita Von Teese! After breaking up with Marilyn rumor was she was dating Mickey Rourke. The only thing I can think of is she is some-what retarded or blind. I guess she couldn't go very long without a man to share her lipstick with though... at the Vanity Fair Oscar party she was with Manson again and the two are together again. Well enjoy wearing black dear and banging a 40 year old that isn't anywhere near attractive. What am I saying, do whatever I don't really like you. 

xx,

miss. salt.

how to look like a million bucks when your ankle is sprained

all photos by Frank J. Baran taken at Brooklyn College 2/19/09



-miss pepper

video of the minute

pepper's new obsession.

ps the song is so good for public transit. going over the east river? this song. walking to the end of the platform? this song. lazing about? this version of same song:

procrastinating is my hobby.

YO! it's 2:10 a.m here and I have an art history test tomorrow at 12 ! What time did I sit down to start studying? 9:00, right after Heros. Since then I've done everything BUT study! So what have I done since then you ask? Went to Starbucks to get some studying fuel, was closed so I bought chocolate instead at a near by gas station. Decided I still needed coffee so stopped at a local coffee place called Ejoy. Took movies back to Blockbuster for Chelsea. Updated my Twitter 100 times. Thought Taco Bell sounded good got a crunch wrap supreme and sat in a liquor store parking lot with Chelsea talking about the weekend and feeling like I was going to vomit for an hour. Came back to the apartment almost threw-up again but ate the rest of my crunch wrap supreme instead. Sat on twitter even more and now for the last hour/two hours have been making stupid but funny facebook videos for people. I dressed up as Ja Rule for one, I am a hard ass. I've decided I'm not going to yoga in the morning instead I'm going to study probably a bad call but I suck at life and at studying. Therefore non of the shit I put in my body will be going away until Thursday when I have yoga again. Also, I think one of my bike tires are flat. fuckkk. Oh and to add to the list I just made this blog. Maybe I'll start studying.. now!?

Ugg, and maybe I'll throw-up too. 

 (picture of me as Ja. Rule above, obviously.) 

saltz. 

Pepper's Perfect Weekends: First Edition

Man, sorry, guys. I've been off and on my grind. But I had a really awesome weekend. I always do, yo. So let's recap.


On Friday, my roommate and I were on The List at Kanye's new club, Mr. West. We took a car there with the cutest effing driver ever, Luisa. I told her I wanted to cast her in my film as a santeria woman. She laughed all the way over the Williamsburg Bridge. It was so good. She sang "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang. Jesse tried to get her to come in with us, but sadly she had to return to driving people around.

So after standing outside waiting for our friend, the promoter, to come fetch us, we finally got in. This was my first time being on the list instead of seating people on it....this past AugustI did a stint at Highline Ballroom as a bottle girl. Needless to say, I knew how the club worked, but I was gonna let myself enjoy it.

Well, first of all, wow. Black everywhere, lights galore, leather banquettes, celebrity sightings. I met Keenyah from America's Next Top Model. I remember remarking how unremarkable the GoGo dancers were, and how much better we were. Keenyah was so nice and wore a gigantic fur hat.

Last Night's Party was lurking around. I'm a bit worried about my black lamé leggings and the flash and the inevitable undie shot. Oh GOD. I'm also worried about the picture of me making my roommate drop his screwdriver on some Jersey bitches' head ending up on Gawker. Do I care? Not really. I also accidentally burned Lilly Donaldson with my cigarette. Oops.

Anyways, we headed home kind of early. Mostly because my liver was beginning to hurt. So, my roommate and I threw our drunk asses into a cab. There's one part of the night that really sticks out to me. We were somewhere in SoHo. Maybe it was The Village. It was unimportant at the time, but we were at a stoplight. Anyways, I spotted a man and a woman on the corner, speaking to each other in sort of strange terms. The woman looked like she was gonna cry, so I rolled down the window and yelled, "KISS HER! KISS HER!" over and over again.

Soon, Jesse joined in on the yelling, and the man kissed her. The man grabbed her by the face and kissed her. We cheered and as the cab pulled away, we were still kissed. That moment will stick with me for the rest of my life, and I hope for them as well.

We went home. I did my usual two-bottles-of-gatorade-and-a-handful-of-ibuprofen deal. I also ate an entire pizza and drank three cups of tea. Passed out and then SATURDAY CAME.

On Saturday, I woke up and called my friend. I decided to take Charlie on an adventure to one of my favorite places in Manhattan: 77th and Lexington.

77th and Lex is one of the most magical places in the world. You're surrounded by all the things that make the city the city. Anyways, there's a yummy deli called "Hot N Crusty" (it's a chain but the pizza is bangin') and a puppy store and a candy store called "Heavenly Delights". Charlie and I ate pizza and looked at the cutest pups in the world and bought candy.

Oh man, let me tell you: green sour belts, candy pomegranates, peanut butter malt balls, salty licorice, licorice allsorts, sour fruit salad, candy rocks. I have a real weakness for candy, and at $6.50 for a half pound of it? Yeah. Can't get enough.

After we got our sugar fix, we walked to the park. Everyone was out, after all, it was a beautiful day. And so, we walked. We walked past and in the dried-up boat pond. We walked past carriages and bikers and families, past the Alice in Wonderland statue, pedicabs and fountains. We walked past a proposal by the reservoir and watched it happen, the knee, the kiss, the ring going on. That made me happy. We walked past the douchey rich kids home on spring break talking about facebook, we walked past baby strollers and Eastern European tourists and all the way into the Upper West Side. I'll tell you, I have a real love for uptown Manhattan, especially the West Side.

We ended up on 72nd, so I figured...why not hit up Riverside Park? If you're not familiar with Riverside Park, get acquainted. Yes, it's a view of New Jersey. But more importantly, it's just length and lengths of beautiful shoreline. We hit up my buddies Roger and Roli at West and headed all the way down to Riverside Drive, right by Trump Towers.

We walked to the end of the pier and watched the sun begin to sink into the river. Cold, windy, totally no fun for someone who lives in an incubator of a room like me. But was it pretty? Totes.

The rest of the night was sort of unremarkable compared to the walking adventure we went on. It consisted of ordered chinese from my favorite place EVARR. General Tso's for him, scallion pancake and bao buns for me. Oh, and besides Chinese, it also involved Ghostbusters and discussing how different Jewish (mine) and Catholic (his) families are.

I went home at a reasonable hour, 1:30, attempted reaching all my friends. They were all in Bushwick and we know mama don't go past the Lorimer stop. So I passed out. What's a better way to end a perfect day than an extra few hours of sleep in the morning?

Don't answer that, you sick bastard.

So that, my dears, was my weekend. What's in store for this one? Another Mr. West night, that's a given, and my classmate's birthday party in DUMBO. Bringin' mad heads for both.

Oh yeah, and working on that Kubrick paper.


-miss pepper

UGLY !

high light of my life?

At this after party with some of Sara's friends. This mexican starts to try to start this fight with this wasted kid. I jump in and I'm like you guys need to leave before the cops come. The mexican dude Pinto, yes that's his real name and all his amigos are trying to get him in the car to leave. While a group of the other guys from the party are trying to continue to add more full to the fire. This mexican dude is being totally rude and had been all night. For christ sake he was a pig! He was slapping girls asses when they walked by him.. not cool dude. So they finally get him in the car and I yell "See-ya ugly!" he then replies back "ginger slut!!" I then yell "well at least I'm not ugly!!" pretty much high light of my night.. or life. Sorry Pinto you're just an ugly ass. (note: not a real picture of Pinto above, sadly.)

saltz, the ginger.