I'm having a Dido moment.

I've been struggling to find a "theme" for my blog. I don't think my life is interesting enough and most of the blogs I read have themes like, "interior design," "celebrity gossip," or "food."

Then again, Rachel Zoe has an entire show only about her and her life. All she does on that show is work. How interesting is that...really?

Well, she does have celebrities sometimes.

Celebrities could come into my life sometimes.

You don't know.

They could.

I've been homesick a lot lately.

This song reminds me of home.

Hey Texas, I miss you.

Also, I want real queso. Not "queso fresco" or whatever that crap is Chicago restaurants try to pass off as queso. It's not queso. Someone ship the real stuff to me. Please.

You guys, it's models.

My agency had a party. Like the kind of party wear people wear sunglasses inside and your name has to be on "the list" party.

I had never been to one of those before. It was awesome. Also hilarious. I didn't think I was going to know anyone either, but thankfully the universe had other plans and I ran into several people I knew. Free drinks and fancy looking people who think they are badass (myself included, I bought a new "hip" outfit) equals, greatness.

There was also a fashion show. This was the end of the fashion show.

You guys, I've been to a fashion show. You know. No big deal or anything.

I'M JUST WINNING RIGHT NOW.

That's all.

Yep. Uh-huh. Yes.

One should always ask oneself if they care about what is going on around them. If one finds oneself not caring, one should proceed to walk away. Even if it is just to grab a Pumpkin Spice Latte and are forced to return once that transaction has taken place. It will be worth it.

The Year of Molly.

This is a picture of me taken somewhere between 13,000-14,000 feet above the earth.

This is me conquering the world.

Just a little inspiration for the year.

Now, how bout I not blog for forever?

Recently (meaning the beginning of August) I declared this year (August 2010-August 2011) the Year of Molly. I have lots of goals, back-up goals, just really all around goals that I intend on conquering this year.

This is part of my very first Chicago apartment. It's actually the only other apartment I've lived in here, until my fabulous new condio. It was Christmastime: lights around the window and my little silver and white Christmas tree candles (teeny tiny, on the table).

I found a few pictures of my first apartment and noticed how organized everything was. Everything had a place. The pictures were hung, the shelves were arranged, everything had a home in mah home.

After perusing these photos for awhile I looked up and saw my current living situation:

An empty desk that needs to be taken to Good Will, piles of paint supplies, piles of paperwork and office supplies, dirty dishes, a bag of clothes for Good Will, a couple of half painted walls, art prints still in mailing tubes and empty shelves. I became immediately disgusted with myself and began an organizing spree.

I hope it lasts a loooooooooooooong time.

We shall see...