I think the bigger question is whether or not I’d be willing to let it go for someone who refers to Santa Monica as “SaMo”.
A simple thank you will suffice!
My sister went to Christmas mass while I stayed home to
avoid burning for my sins wrap presents at the eleventh hour! Ha.
We all float down here (@ Reading Cinemas Grossmont Center)
I came to get scared, but I stayed for the dick jokes and NKOTB references! It was funnier and less scary than I remember the original being 27 years ago. Not gonna lie though, I still avoided eye contact with the sink drain while brushing my teeth last night.
My boss texted me this picture of my car when she went out for lunch today. This is why she gives me USB cables and portable battery chargers for Christmas. She’s also the one who bought me a fire extinguisher after I almost burned down my apartment!
Yeah, I have no idea why she hired me.
I’m sick and I have to wear pants to bed??? Ugh.
We had a sub in cardio hip hop yesterday, and now I’m wondering whether to apply ice or heat (@ Culture Shock Dance Center)
My dear friend, Christine, is officially engaged! Just a year ago, we were livin’ la vida loca in Cabo, and now she’s got a baby and a fiancé! Time moves so quickly around here. It seems like only yesterday, Christine, Jessie and I were at Blind Lady talking about the crapshoot that was the three of us, and now I’m the last one standing! The only time I’ve ever felt bad about being single is when I got into a car accident this year and had to be rescued by someone else’s husband. I was standing there at the auto shop watching them lift my car up, and my best friend’s husband was there talking to the mechanic for me, and my heart sank. Partly because they told me how much it would cost to fix my alignment, but mostly because I forgot how nice it was to have someone there to help me.
The few single friends that I have are serial daters. Tinder, Bumble, OK Cupid… If there’s an app for it, they’re on it. And although I pretty much pioneered online dating 20 years ago with my first AOL boyfriend (LoL), I would still prefer to meet someone IRL. Even though most of the guys I meet in real life are assholes. My problem is that I like assholes. If Christine and that rock on her finger taught me anything, it’s that you don’t always end up with the kind of guy you’re used to being with. I definitely have a type. If they’re bearded, witty and/or an asshole, all the boxes are checked. Maybe if I go for a nice guy with a babyface who tells mediocre jokes, the outcome will be different. I guess I’ll never know since the guys my friends want to set me up with have girlfriends already! Ha.
Unsolicited fact about me: Inflatable tube dudes are one of my favorite things in the world.
Rest in paradise, Prince! May you purify your soul in the waters of Lake Minnetonka.
Going to a rap show and staying out till 2am on a Tuesday reminded me that I’m no spring chicken anymore. I used to be able to hang on a weeknight, but now I just get hungover! So this weekend, I was happy to do lowkey adult things like apartment hunting, grocery shopping and laundry. I even woke up at an ungodly hour to shop the early bird sales. Now I can’t wait to go to sleep on my new Vera Wang sheets and mattress topper (it’ll change your life, I swear). This old lady’s ready for bed!
It took me 4 hours to drive down to San Diego for Christine’s baby shower, and I arrived with less than an hour left to partake in the taco cart. After stuffing myself with 5 tacos (the 5th one was a mistake!), I was told that the taco guy was staying an extra hour, and I didn’t need to eat all those tacos in record time.
At least the taco vendor didn’t mistake me and my food baby for the pregnant celebrant (sorry, Jessie! LOL).
Touché. I’ve always loved
Justin Bieber a man with Rubik’s cube solving skillz. Add a Costco membership and I’ll likely have his babies.
I did more cleaning in the hour before Shi came over than I’ve done in the six months since she was last here! Off to Big Sur…
I downloaded the transitory app partly because of craigslist killers, but mostly because my friends go on sketchy tinder dates.
If I’ve ever slept over at your house, you’ve probably heard me gag while brushing my teeth and I’ve probably thrown up in your sink. It’s part of my charm.
…or one of the few things I wake up early on a Saturday for! ;)
You bring a donut to one marathon and no one ever lets you forget it.
(But still bring those donuts though.)
I apologize to anyone who’s had the misfortune of traveling with me!
Countdown to Cabo:
- Flight and hotel booked ✓
- Passport renewed ✓
- Summer bods (pending)
You’re late to everything you’ve ever attended in life, and no one ever lets you forget it.
Even my phone is trying to tell me that I need cardio in my life.
The voice of reason strikes again.
If my sister and I share a love of anything, it’s the dulcet tones of Sam Smith, and winning. She is next level when it comes to fantasy football and being the only girl in her league!
…or the only day Anthony gets to have his wood between my legs and his meat in my mouth! Not gonna lie, he smokes some damn good BBQ…
I hope Bangkok doesn’t have him now (@ LAX)
The last time Paul McCartney played a show in San Diego, I wasn’t even born yet. But I grew up listening to the Beatles because my dad would blast their records and play along with his guitar when I was a kid. I always thought he was their biggest fan, but Anthony might be giving him a run for his money.
Since none of our friends are going to the show with us, I’ll probably have to be Anthony’s emergency contact for when he faints like a fangirl at a Michael Jackson concert! Ha. When I asked my dad if he wanted tickets for his birthday, he said that he already bought tickets for himself, my mom and their friends before I even got mine. My bad, presale! Maybe someone else can be Anthony’s emergency contact after all.
I need new friends. And a new car :( It’s officially totaled!
She knows me too well.
FILE UNDER: Reasons I can’t talk to you rn.
The hideousness of my hand will haunt my dreams forever!
(But at least my boobs look great.)
HOME DEPOT DUDE: So you want these cut at 22.5 inches?
ME: (showing him my measuring tape) Can you add one of these little guys?
HOME DEPOT DUDE: You mean 1/16th of an inch?
ME: Oh, is that what you call it…?
I never feel as stupid as I do when I’m at Home Deeps. I promise I’m, like, way smarter outside of the store (ignore my contradictory burnt toast post below).
|4:22 PM||Deane: when do they start serving pancakes? i get here like at 8am anyway|
|Zack: WHY DO YOU GET HERE AT 8AM. I’m not even awake at that point.|
|4:23 PM||Deane: my equinox class starts at 6/6:15am errryday, son. i like waking up early. makes me feel good about myself. then i eat birthday cake pancakes and $1 french toast.|
|4:25 PM||me: i woke up at 8:30 today|
|4:26 PM||Zack: Marion you own the internet. Seriously. Its so impressive.|
TRADER JOE’S CASHIER: You just get out of work?
ME: Yeah, these heels are coming off as soon as I get home.
TRADER JOE’S CASHIER: I like to take my pants off right when I get home. I’m not even through the door yet, and I’m already unbuckling my belt.
You guys, I think I found the one <3
FILE UNDER: Reasons why we’re single.
When my sister woke me up from my food coma to break the news of Paul Walker‘s untimely death yesterday, I thought I was dreaming. But then it became Facebook official, and everyone started texting me to make sure I wasn’t hanging from my shower rod.
On a scale of 1 to Dawson, how ugly is my cry face right now???
Happy 55th birthday to one crazy broad! At her birthday dinner last weekend, our waiter thought that my mom was my sister. He also didn’t card me when I ordered my vodka. #1 How dare you? (I have the face of a goddamn minor!) #2 I hope I look as young as my mom does when I’m in my fifties!
I love that Anthony answers my butt dials while he’s out protecting our homeland, even though I don’t answer his intended calls while I’m
having a netflix marathon working! Ha.