NOGOODFORME.COM: We're Obsessed: Spirit Animal House Updates, Usain Bolt, Post-Vacay Detox

I think you should just mentally prepare yourself for a blitz of constant references to our Spirit Animal House party coming up in a few weeks. It's hard for us not to be excited, especially because we have some very super-fun things planned, and the good ideas keep rolling in from the massive emails and marathon teleconferences that we all have with one another in all the planning and anticipation! Really, have you checked out the raffle prize list already? The possible loot you could practically steal (with a few raffle tickets and a bit of luck) includes stuff from peeps like Mociun, Undesigned by Carol Young, Blood is the New Black, SwanDiamondRose, Popomomo and much, much, much more; it's starting to feel like we're some weird girly version of Santa Claus or something. And the music by Speck Mountain and Ver Sacrum is going to be so dreamy and the drinks are going to be fabulous and the people there are going to be insanely hot and friendly; I can tell, because so many people we've contacted so far have been incredibly, unbelievably awesome and supportive. Oh, and I can't neglect to mention that it is a rare, rare event that Liz, Laura Jane and I, being the far-flung girl gang that we are, physically co-exist as a troika in the same room within the same timeframe. This alone is incredibly exciting for me, and I predict something crazy will happen, as it usually does in the grand tradition of girl trios a la Destiny's Child, Charlie's Angels and the Powerpuff Girls. (I can at least guarantee some insane amounts of giggling will be done, and I bet there will be some drunk-dialing and/or prank-calling.) Stay tuned for details as they roll in; I'm practically living, sleeping and breathing this event. It's enough to MAKE ME WANT TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS ALL THE TIME. (Kat)

Oh, the Games of the XXIX Olympiad! My general stance on the Olympics can best be summed by the following witticism: The Olympics: they're better than NOlympics! The upside of it being Olympics-fortnight right now is that at least there's something on TV besides Everybody Loves Raymond reruns; the obvious downside is that when you're Ca-freaking-nadian, you have to deal with your entire country constantly moping and sulking because America has fifty trillion more medals than us. Our inferiority complex is really out-of-control; Canadians love calculating the medals-to-population ratios of Canada vs. the USA. Apparently when you do that, it proves that Canada actually has way more medals than America. Go Canada!

But what is really important about this particular Olympiad is the beguiling and ever-absorbing presence of Jamaica's Usain "Lightning" Bolt. Let's just cut to the chase: I'm madly in love with him. Also: he's kind of the coolest person ever, and I mean that genuinely. He's cooler than Keith Richards by, um, two hundred entire meters (traversed in 19.30 seconds, of course). It's really fun to watch him run races because he's SO MUCH faster than everybody else: he always jogs for the last little bit of the race because he's so far ahead of the pack. And then he breaks the world record! What the hell is that about, Bolt?

Bolt is also a bit of a ham, which I love in a man. He's a Leo, obviously. He has this really cool double-armed point thing he pairs with a dazzling grin anytime he sees a camera on him- that shit drives me wild! It seems to me that professional athletes may very well be the most boring people on the face of the planet but for chartered accountants (if I hear the phrase "My Olympic Dream" one more time I'm going to shoot someone), so it's amply refreshing to be graced with such bold-faced star quality in a jock. I'm sure even Simon Cowell would agree that Bolt has been blessed with a triple dose of the X Factor.

Bolt's newfound celebrity really makes me wish I had my own television show so that I could interview him. I think we would have a lot of fun together! He seems about a million times chiller than that jerk Michael Showalter who never called me back (Sho: He's Just Not That Into Me); according to his Wikipedia entry, "his character is frequently described as laid-back and relaxed." Awesome! Seriously, if I were Lindsay Lohan right now, I'd ditch Samantha Ronson's bony ass and shack up with this Golden God ASAP.

Usain Bolt is also mad fly and SUCH a Style Icon. He runs every race wearing metallic gold Pumas; I would personally kill for a pair of those bad boys! All's I have to say is that Usain Bolt wholly epitomizes the nogoodforme.com-branded concept of TOO DUDE FOR YOU. But he's the exact perfect amount of dude for me. (Laura)

I just got back from a late-summer's holiday in Massachusetts, which means that - in addition to spending lots of Q.T. with many of the people I love most on Earth, attending the lovely wedding of a lovely friend, and buying seasonally inappropriate scarves on Martha's Vineyard - I consumed an excess of caramel-flavored Dunkin Donuts coffee, the best profiteroles I've ever had in my life, a perverse amount of Twizzlers, and many other sugary things that are super-yummy but NO GOOD FOR ME (and not that kind of "no good for me," man). So now, to counteract all the evil sugar molecules probably wreaking inflammatory havoc on my body at this very moment, I'm going all health-food-bonkers and stuffing my kitchen with many dark-green leafy vegetables, hiziki, and a Yogi Tea that's got lots of cleansing herbs like burdock root and psyllium seed and dandelion. For maybe five seconds or so I actually thought about doing a juice fast, but then I decided that that would most likely result in my going bonkers for reals, so nevermind. And I might even get all indulgent and head to Dtox for something ridiculous/fantastic like the Norwegian Seaweed Wrap or Ayurvedic Sea Salt Scrub, if I'm feeling really wild.

(FYI, I've already completed the traditional "psychic detox" regimen, which basically involves crawling into bed after arriving home very late from the airport, enjoying a few sips of wine, and watching Laurel Canyon till I fall asleep. I saw that movie twice in the theater right before I moved to L.A., and I still get all goosebumpy during the gorgeous opening credits.)

Oh, and here's the seasonally appropriate scarf I spoke of: I'm excited for when L.A. drops to the icy lower-50s/upper-40s this winter and I can wrap it around my head and pretend I'm the Snow Queen. To the right: All Saints Way in Boston's North End, where I got those profiteroles I'm still dreaming of. (Liz)

COMMENTS!!

whoa, for some reason it'd never occurred to me that we've NEVER all been in the same place at the same time. weird!

By Liz on August 20, 2008 6:56 PM

i know! we've never managed to make it happen! but happily spirit animals bring everyone together.

all three of us + same time + same place = ELECTRIC MAYHEM!

By Kat on August 20, 2008 9:39 PM

Hopefully the world doesn't explode! (from the coolness I mean)

I've never heard the word TROIKA before today but I'm glad I know it now, and what's more, am part of one! I wonder if The Police knew about that.

By Laura on August 21, 2008 3:05 AM

Say something so insightful and witty, it will blow us away. (No pressure.)

Got something to say? We'd love to hear it! Name, email and "type in the weirdo drunken text" thingie are all required to comment; don't worry, we won't email you or anything, we just want to make sure you're not an evil spambot. Keeping in mind the good-times mentality we like to keep going here, we've worked hard to keep NOGOODFORME.COM as fun as possible. We welcome all kinds of comments, but insults/abuse/general bitchery are not tolerated. In other words, we put the smackdown on evil troll posts. If you want to be a hater, please go elsewhere. Now, as Salt 'N Pepa say, "Only the sexy people..."

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	Wednesday , October 8, 2008 We're Obsessed: Spirit Animal House Updates, Usain Bolt, Post-Vacay Detox Spirit Animal House! I think you should just mentally prepare yourself for a blitz of constant references to our Spirit Animal House party coming up in a few weeks. It's hard for us not to be excited, especially because we have some very super-fun things planned, and the good ideas keep rolling in from the massive emails and marathon teleconferences that we all have with one another in all the planning and anticipation! Really, have you checked out the raffle prize list already? The possible loot you could practically steal (with a few raffle tickets and a bit of luck) includes stuff from peeps like Mociun, Undesigned by Carol Young, Blood is the New Black, SwanDiamondRose, Popomomo and much, much, much more; it's starting to feel like we're some weird girly version of Santa Claus or something. And the music by Speck Mountain and Ver Sacrum is going to be so dreamy and the drinks are going to be fabulous and the people there are going to be insanely hot and friendly; I can tell, because so many people we've contacted so far have been incredibly, unbelievably awesome and supportive. Oh, and I can't neglect to mention that it is a rare, rare event that Liz, Laura Jane and I, being the far-flung girl gang that we are, physically co-exist as a troika in the same room within the same timeframe. This alone is incredibly exciting for me, and I predict something crazy will happen, as it usually does in the grand tradition of girl trios a la Destiny's Child, Charlie's Angels and the Powerpuff Girls. (I can at least guarantee some insane amounts of giggling will be done, and I bet there will be some drunk-dialing and/or prank-calling.) Stay tuned for details as they roll in; I'm practically living, sleeping and breathing this event. It's enough to MAKE ME WANT TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS ALL THE TIME. (Kat) USAIN "LIGHTNING BOLT" BOLT Oh, the Games of the XXIX Olympiad! My general stance on the Olympics can best be summed by the following witticism: The Olympics: they're better than NOlympics! The upside of it being Olympics-fortnight right now is that at least there's something on TV besides Everybody Loves Raymond reruns; the obvious downside is that when you're Ca-freaking-nadian, you have to deal with your entire country constantly moping and sulking because America has fifty trillion more medals than us. Our inferiority complex is really out-of-control; Canadians love calculating the medals-to-population ratios of Canada vs. the USA. Apparently when you do that, it proves that Canada actually has way more medals than America. Go Canada! But what is really important about this particular Olympiad is the beguiling and ever-absorbing presence of Jamaica's Usain "Lightning" Bolt. Let's just cut to the chase: I'm madly in love with him. Also: he's kind of the coolest person ever, and I mean that genuinely. He's cooler than Keith Richards by, um, two hundred entire meters (traversed in 19.30 seconds, of course). It's really fun to watch him run races because he's SO MUCH faster than everybody else: he always jogs for the last little bit of the race because he's so far ahead of the pack. And then he breaks the world record! What the hell is that about, Bolt? Bolt is also a bit of a ham, which I love in a man. He's a Leo, obviously. He has this really cool double-armed point thing he pairs with a dazzling grin anytime he sees a camera on him- that shit drives me wild! It seems to me that professional athletes may very well be the most boring people on the face of the planet but for chartered accountants (if I hear the phrase "My Olympic Dream" one more time I'm going to shoot someone), so it's amply refreshing to be graced with such bold-faced star quality in a jock. I'm sure even Simon Cowell would agree that Bolt has been blessed with a triple dose of the X Factor. Bolt's newfound celebrity really makes me wish I had my own television show so that I could interview him. I think we would have a lot of fun together! He seems about a million times chiller than that jerk Michael Showalter who never called me back (Sho: He's Just Not That Into Me); according to his Wikipedia entry, "his character is frequently described as laid-back and relaxed." Awesome! Seriously, if I were Lindsay Lohan right now, I'd ditch Samantha Ronson's bony ass and shack up with this Golden God ASAP. Usain Bolt is also mad fly and SUCH a Style Icon. He runs every race wearing metallic gold Pumas; I would personally kill for a pair of those bad boys! All's I have to say is that Usain Bolt wholly epitomizes the nogoodforme.com-branded concept of TOO DUDE FOR YOU. But he's the exact perfect amount of dude for me. (Laura) Post-Vacay Detox I just got back from a late-summer's holiday in Massachusetts, which means that - in addition to spending lots of Q.T. with many of the people I love most on Earth, attending the lovely wedding of a lovely friend, and buying seasonally inappropriate scarves on Martha's Vineyard - I consumed an excess of caramel-flavored Dunkin Donuts coffee, the best profiteroles I've ever had in my life, a perverse amount of Twizzlers, and many other sugary things that are super-yummy but NO GOOD FOR ME (and not that kind of "no good for me," man). So now, to counteract all the evil sugar molecules probably wreaking inflammatory havoc on my body at this very moment, I'm going all health-food-bonkers and stuffing my kitchen with many dark-green leafy vegetables, hiziki, and a Yogi Tea that's got lots of cleansing herbs like burdock root and psyllium seed and dandelion. For maybe five seconds or so I actually thought about doing a juice fast, but then I decided that that would most likely result in my going bonkers for reals, so nevermind. And I might even get all indulgent and head to Dtox for something ridiculous/fantastic like the Norwegian Seaweed Wrap or Ayurvedic Sea Salt Scrub, if I'm feeling really wild. (FYI, I've already completed the traditional "psychic detox" regimen, which basically involves crawling into bed after arriving home very late from the airport, enjoying a few sips of wine, and watching Laurel Canyon till I fall asleep. I saw that movie twice in the theater right before I moved to L.A., and I still get all goosebumpy during the gorgeous opening credits.) Oh, and here's the seasonally appropriate scarf I spoke of: I'm excited for when L.A. drops to the icy lower-50s/upper-40s this winter and I can wrap it around my head and pretend I'm the Snow Queen. To the right: All Saints Way in Boston's North End, where I got those profiteroles I'm still dreaming of. (Liz) Tags: Boston, detoxification, dudes, girl triumvirates, Laurel Canyon, Olympics, profiteroles, sea vegetables, spa lust, Spirit Animal House, the Snow Queen, Usain Bolt Posted by Kat, Liz and Laura in Spirit Animal House Permalink \| Stumble This! \| Digg This! \| \| Leave a comment \| Comments (3) + Contact Us + HOME COMMENTS!! whoa, for some reason it'd never occurred to me that we've NEVER all been in the same place at the same time. weird! By Liz on August 20, 2008 6:56 PM i know! we've never managed to make it happen! but happily spirit animals bring everyone together. all three of us + same time + same place = ELECTRIC MAYHEM! By Kat on August 20, 2008 9:39 PM Hopefully the world doesn't explode! (from the coolness I mean) I've never heard the word TROIKA before today but I'm glad I know it now, and what's more, am part of one! I wonder if The Police knew about that. By Laura on August 21, 2008 3:05 AM Say something so insightful and witty, it will blow us away. (No pressure.) Got something to say? We'd love to hear it! Name, email and "type in the weirdo drunken text" thingie are all required to comment; don't worry, we won't email you or anything, we just want to make sure you're not an evil spambot. Keeping in mind the good-times mentality we like to keep going here, we've worked hard to keep NOGOODFORME.COM as fun as possible. We welcome all kinds of comments, but insults/abuse/general bitchery are not tolerated. 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