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Give up.
Thursday, November 17, 2011

margarita

Know when to give up and have a margarita.

Teach.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011

angela viens fb post

Not only do I teach my interns how to polish a turd in photoshop, but I also encourage them to forego their grad school scholarships and follow their dreams.

Somewhere, right now, Angela’s grandma is giving me the stink eye.

Boys.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011

mindy kaling - is everyone hanging out without me?

Why You Need A Man, Not A Boy | Mindy Kaling via Glamour

  Until I was 30, I dated only boys. I’ll tell you why: Men scared the sh*t out of me. Men know what they want. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been worn by anyone else before.

OK, maybe men aren’t exactly like this. But this is what I’ve cobbled together from the handful of men I know or know of, ranging from Heathcliff Huxtable to Theodore Roosevelt to my dad. The point: Men know what they want, and that is scary.

What I was used to was boys.

Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival.

Boys can talk for hours with you in a diner at three in the morning because they don’t have regular work hours. But they suck to date when you turn 30.

So I’m into men now, even though they can be frightening. I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying man. I don’t care if he takes prescription drugs for cholesterol or hair loss. (I don’t want that, but I can handle it. I’m a grown-up too.)

When I was 19, my co-worker Mike took one look at my 21-year-old boyfriend and told me that I needed to date a real man (Mike was 30 with tattoo sleeves on both arms—I’m pretty sure he was talking about himself). Fast forward 10 years, and I’m still not dating real men! Maybe I’ll consider upgrading when I turn 30… in 3 months. Yikes.
Let’s rewind.
Monday, October 17, 2011

goldspot - let's rewind - how i met your mother - asking you to stay the words are finally here

Goldspot – Rewind
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/GoldSpot – Rewind.mp3]

Binge.
Friday, October 14, 2011

happy hour foursquare check ins

Clearly, I’m having a hard time this week.

Something more.
Thursday, October 13, 2011

there must be something more

RIP Steve Jobs.
Thursday, October 6, 2011

steve jobs quote

Sent from my iPhone.

My future.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011

don't worry darling, you didn't burn the beer!

You wanted to name him Salt.
Saturday, October 1, 2011

12:21 PM Jesse:  are your eyes a little misty
  me:  only if yours are……….
  Jesse:  LOL
12:22 PM me: did i ever show you this? http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/
12:23 PM Jesse:  i dont know if im equipped for this right now
  im still fragile from that commercial, marion

I watched this at work and cried silently at my desk. Just kidding. I was sobbing pretty loudly.

Hello, Autumn.
Friday, September 23, 2011

hello autumn goodbye summer

Edge of Desire.
Thursday, September 8, 2011

john mayer - edge of desire - there i just said it i'm scared you'll forget about me

Drama Club.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011

hello september

Quote of the day:

If they will do it with you, they will do it to you.

Dinner with friends turned into an emergency girl boy session at Station Tavern last night. Afterward, I polished off an entire bottle of wine by myself like I was the one hurting! Or… like it was just another Tuesday. Ha.

August was a tough month for love! Hello, September. I hope you’re amazeballs.

Amas Veritas.
Saturday, August 27, 2011

amas veritas practical magic spell

The universe is obvi confused about what we want, judging by the excessive amount of emergency girl sessions, tears and vino consumed this past month. So the girls and I wrote our own letters to the universe last night and lit that shit on fire.

We were enjoying some sangria afterward when the man at the neighboring fire pit offered us some brisket. Was the universe answering my letter already? Maybe I should have been more specific when I said I wanted more meat in my life!

Rush.
Sunday, August 7, 2011

you can only put the past away for so long... there will be days it will come rushing back

Nostalgia.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011

nostalgia

Broken.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011

you can't just drop something and expect it to be all fine and normal at the very least you broke it

Sunshine.
Monday, August 1, 2011

It’s Monday. It’s the first of the month. It’s a good day to start our new lives!

– Shi

Your sunshine is blinding me, Shirley May (but it’s hard not to smile when you’re around) ♥

Crapshoot.
Monday, August 1, 2011

influx - blind lady ale house

Yesterday was the perfect ending to my far from perfect week. I had lunch at Influx (where a ham & brie croissant melt #1 could turn anyone’s day around), witnessed sweaty eye candy at the Und1sputed Ones soccer game, and finished the night off at Blind Lady Ale House with pizza, beer and my girls. And some random dude who joined us at our table. And put his hand on my knee.

The fact that I even mentioned the random dude who put his hand on my knee as one of the highlights should be an indication of how shitty my week really was.

Friends.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011

friends - i'm sorry did my back hurt your knife?

Nothing a bottle of sauv blanc can’t fix… especially when you’re drinking it with your REAL girlfriends.

Problem.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011

charles bukowski - the problem with drinking

Just so you know.
Sunday, July 24, 2011

just so you know you made my day today

For one of the most refreshingest mothas on the planet…

Shit happens.
Thursday, July 21, 2011

shit happens when you party naked

FYI.

Mistakes.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011

you will make the same mistakes over and over. learn to enjoy the times in between.

Risk.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011

the risk i took was calculated, but man am i bad at math

Surprises.
Monday, July 4, 2011

gaslamp quarter

I usually avoid the Gaslamp at all costs, but I found myself there two nights in a row with Christian and his friends this past weekend. I don’t even know who I am right now, but I’ve been full of surprises lately.

Chances.
Sunday, July 3, 2011

if you're never scared or embarrassed or hurt, it means you never take any chances - julia sorel

Bottled away.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011

the past

What if.
Friday, June 24, 2011

you will always be my biggest what if

Brand new day.
Sunday, June 5, 2011

brand new day

Laugh, cry and everything in between.
Monday, May 9, 2011

I’ve read your entire blog from beginning to end and it made me laugh, cry and everything in between. When I was reading I kept thinking, you’re so honest and you’re not afraid to say what you feel. If I ever bump into you on the streets of SD I would totally give you a big hug and say, Thank you!

Cat T.

Holy balls! Beginning to end??? When I started this blog in 2003, all I talked about was concerts, food and my boyfriend. 8 years later, I’m still blogging about concerts, food and my (now ex) boyfriends! Some things never change…

I feel like I lead a different life on the interwebs, because IRL I’m not this candid. Here, I’m not afraid to admit that I still think about you without feeling like a total idiot… Maybe you’ll read it, but most likely you won’t. It’s easier to say these things when you think that no one is listening.

If you were able to identify with anything I’ve written these past 8 years, then I’m glad you found my blog :)

Girls’ Weekend.
Sunday, April 17, 2011

lia pedi

Sometimes I like to go all out and have another Asian hook up my toes.

Yesterday, I had some QT and a much needed pedi with the bestie and her mini-me before meeting up with the girls for some late night sushi and laughs.

Can every day be like this?

Eventually.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011

what is truly yours would eventually be yours and what is not no matter how hard you try will never be

Unholy.
Sunday, January 30, 2011

the little pink plus sign is so unholy

Between the two of us, Pammie and I know eighteen* girls who got knocked up last year. Eighteen*. Can we all just take a second to acknowledge how ridiculously high that number is? It’s only January, and I’ve already been invited to three baby showers. We’ve clearly been using the iPeriod app for different reasons.

*Update: Nineteen (damn it, Belle!)

Wonder.
Friday, January 28, 2011

Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them. Some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.

– The Wonder Years
Absurd.
Monday, January 24, 2011

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

– Fernando Pessoa
Blue Valentine.
Friday, January 7, 2011

Can’t wait to watch Blue Valentine tonight with the girls!

Another chance.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Nothing in this universe happens just once. Infinity goes in both directions. There is no unique event, no singular moment. It means you will get another chance.

– Bones
John Hughes did not direct my life.
Friday, October 15, 2010

easy a lawnmower

Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80’s movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.

– Easy A
Lost.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else. And for everything you gain, you lose something else.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson
The only thing.
Monday, August 23, 2010

the only thing that makes it a part of your life is that you keep thinking about it

(image via plastic-sfoonss)

At some point.
Saturday, July 24, 2010

there isn't a day that goes by where i don't at some point think of you

Fortune Ball.
Monday, July 12, 2010

bitch i don't know your life - magic 8 ball

I probably shouldn’t rely on my FortuneBall app to make any life-altering decisions.

A brief moment of insanity.
Thursday, July 8, 2010

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn’t all you thought it was. Someone walked into your life, you fell in love, or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe it was a brief moment of insanity.

The BFF told me about Il Postino’s new girlfriend today, and I felt nothing. It’s funny how I always used to find myself running back to him, for some reason, thinking it would work out differently the second third fourth fifth time. And now, I can’t think of a single reason why I’d ever want him back.

Listen to your heart.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010

listen to your heart

Prints of this illustration I designed are now available in my Etsy shop for $10! They are 11″ x 17″ and professionally printed by digital press on 100 lb. paper gloss.

Bad things happen in threes.
Saturday, July 3, 2010

They say that bad things happen in threes, and this week was no exception:

  1. My aunt was diagnosed with lung cancer.
  2. My mom’s coworker and her mom were the women killed in the Lakeside homicides I saw on the news last week.
  3. Two more of my friends are pregnant.

Okay so maybe that last one isn’t a bad thing per se. I’m happy for them both… along with my five other friends who also reproduced this year. Really.

I’ve got these habits that I cannot break.
Monday, May 3, 2010

Neon Trees – Sins of My Youth

Call me crazy, I was born to make a mess
Would you love me still if I were to confess
That I had a little too much fun back when I was young
I’ve got these habits that I cannot break
And as I’m older there is more at stake
Go ahead and call me fake, but these are the sins
The sins of my youth

Inside job.
Sunday, May 2, 2010

I’ve got wallowing down to a science… I spent the better half of 2006 perfecting it, after all. I’m not gonna lie, my usual method of getting over someone is by getting under someone else. But I’m realizing that happiness is an inside job. I can’t sit here waiting for another guy to come along to stop wallowing about the last one. One day, you just have to decide not to be sad anymore. And that day was today. Well, actually it was Friday, but killing a few bottles of wine with Anthony foiled that plan. And then I decided it was yesterday. But while getting drinks with friends, one of the employees came up to our table and asked if any of us were he who shall not be named, because he who shall not be named had a phone call. Coincidence or cruel joke? As I walked out wondering if it was a sign, I looked up to the sky, dramatically shook my fist at the heavens, and almost got hit by a car. And so I decided that today would be the day (again). It’s barely noon, but I’m feeling optimistic. I mean, I’m going to Phil’s for lunch… If a beefy rib tickler isn’t guaranteed happiness, I don’t know what is.

Lost.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010

It’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching and rarely discovered—so many locks, not enough keys.

– Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key
Everything changed.
Saturday, April 24, 2010

everything changed nothing is different

(image via thewordsalloverme)

Definition.
Saturday, April 24, 2010

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Time machine.
Friday, April 23, 2010

you make me wish i had a time machine

(image via the beholder)

Today (and every day).
Tuesday, April 20, 2010

i curse the day you were born

Upside down.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010

After a particularly shitty afternoon, these upside down animals really turn my day around. Seriously, what has my life come to? Off to the gym to de-stress.

upside down bull dog

(image via overflowing)

upside down kitten

(image via milkteef)

Here comes…
Tuesday, March 23, 2010

here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten

Learn from the past.
Thursday, March 11, 2010

the lion king

He’ll never learn, cabrona. But then again, neither will you…

– A. Real

(image via sberon)

And I must, I must…
Tuesday, February 9, 2010

stop. breathe. cry if you must.

I’ve had a rough day week month… Please be kind to me, 2010. I don’t think I can take 325 more days like this.

Blast from the past.
Saturday, February 6, 2010

hey babe, wanna come over to myspace so i can twitter your yahoo 'til you google all over my facebook?

Someone I used to know emailed me out of the blue last week. We were just teenagers when we knew each other. He was a part of my past that I thought would never come back—sort of like the tongue ring I used to have when I knew him. And the brown chola lip liner I used to wear. Yet there was his name in lowercase letters waiting for me in my inbox. He said that he looked me up online and stumbled upon my blog. I cyberstalk google random people all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever contacted anyone I don’t talk to anymore. I’m really horrible at keeping in touch. Before I know it, days, months, and years go by. Like January 2010, for example. I’m still in denial it ever happened. How is it February already??? Sometimes I feel like it’s too late to say anything… I’m glad people think otherwise, though. It was really nice to hear from him (and only a little bit creepy).

I was curious about what other details of my life surfaced when he looked me up online, so I googled myself. I’m quite the social networking butterfly—my Facebook, Myspace and Twitter accounts came up first. I can only handle one social network at a time, so I haven’t touched my Myspace since I joined Facebook, and my tweets are few and far between (to the dismay of @idntfd—he thinks my life is far more interesting than it really is). Nothing too embarrassing or too personal came up, though… unless you count my old Xanga page—complete with a rotating icon of me, my ex, and my aforementioned tongue ring. Yikes.

These days.
Sunday, January 31, 2010

these days i seem to think a lot (about you)

Pity party, table for one.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010

I know I have you guys, but—and really, I hate myself a little for saying this—but it felt really sad not to have a man in my life who cares about me. No special guy to wish me happy birthday. No goddamn soul mate. And I don’t even know if I believe in soul mates.

– Sex and The City

Up until four years ago, I had a boyfriend to wish me happy birthday every year for nearly a decade. I’ve had dates, relationships and what have you over the past few years, but no amount of smizing, hair flips or threats could make them stick around for my birthday. Maybe it’s those crazy wish lists I come up with, I don’t know. I hate how I let this one thing I don’t have affect all the things I do have. I’m so lucky to have such great friends and relatives. I received over fifty birthday greetings via text, Facebook and phone. But the truth is, everything could be going great in my life and none of it would matter if I didn’t have anyone to share it with.

This year was no different. Il Postino knew it was my birthday. He knew. He asked his sister where she was taking me for dinner that morning. I wish she wouldn’t mention me at all around him. I’m almost certain that if we didn’t have her to keep us connected, we would’ve let each other go a long time ago. I never ask for anything. All I wanted was to be acknowledged. He couldn’t even bring himself to—at the very least—leave me a Facebook message wishing me a happy birthday in the most informal way he possibly could. His complete disregard for me stings more than the leopard print body pillow his mom gave me for Christmas.

But in spite of all that, I saw him again last night. I didn’t bring up my birthday. I didn’t bring up the fact that we haven’t spoken since the meteor shower. Disappointment is an emotion I’ve gotten used to wearing around him. He never apologizes for anything, with the exception of that one time last summer—and even that felt like it was court-ordered. I live for these sort of movie moments. That’s all I have with him. Just moments. It’s the reason why I never argue with him. Because no matter how bad it gets, I always come back. So why ruin the moment? When I see him, it’s understood that we revert to the way things used to be between us… when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt, if only for one night. Or maybe I’ve misunderstood all along. Maybe these moments have been meaningless from the start.

I’ve realized that nothing will ever make him sure of me—not the fact that his family adores me, not the familiarity of my lips or the way my hand always fits perfectly in his, not the SpongeBob DVDs I gave him for Christmas that he didn’t bother to acknowledge just like my birthday, and especially not the fact that for reasons I can’t explain, I’ve always been so sure of him.

Someday.
Sunday, November 29, 2009

someday

(image via lovebot)

For the birds.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009

birds

Change something.
Thursday, September 10, 2009

change something

(image via PaperTissue)

Story of my life.
Sunday, July 26, 2009

500 days of summer

Watch 500 Days of Summer… It’ll change your life, I swear.

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