Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Not much has changed since Chel’s diary entry from my 8th birthday—I’m still fun at sleepovers, and we’re all still a little afraid of our cousin, May! Ha.
I love that she still has all of her old diaries. I used to send people handwritten letters, but I didn’t start documenting my life until I started this blog in my early twenties. I never expected to keep it going for this long, but here we are 15 years later! For the three of you who have stayed tuned to this blog, thanks for sticking it out with me after all these years. Here’s to the next 15!
Sick days are for Scandal marathons.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Bumble bio update: Must hate smoked BBQ beef ribs.
I just binge watched two seasons of Casual, and I can’t believe this lady is only supposed to be five years older than me.
In her defense, I get carded all the time. Also, some dude coaching youth track at the park during lunch last week asked me if I was in high school! Sir, if you’re trying to get me to join your track team, I’m in my thirties. And more importantly, I don’t run.
I’m pretty sure the victim in this episode stole my CD binder circa 2001.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
We were watching TV at my mom’s house over the holiday, and right after they showed this part, my aunt paused it, turned to me with a concerned look on her face, and was all like, “You know you can talk to me, right???” I meannnn.
#1 How dare you?
#2 This explains so much.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Further evidence that Mindy and I were separated at birth.
Monday, November 30, 2015
I caught up on seven episodes of How to Get Away with Murder with Pammie over the weekend. I’m dying to know what happens next, but I never watch this show by myself because I get too scared. I can’t wait till I’m home for Thanksgiving to find out who shot Annalise, so someone please come over when the new episode airs this Thursday!
Spoiler Alert: There will be frozen salmon from Costco (it’s the only thing I keep stocked in my fridge because holiday weight) and me with no pants on.
WARNING: This beer is cold af, you guys (@ Wood Handcrafted Pizza)
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
…or me on a juice cleanse.
I’m doing it partly in preparation for all the BBQ and bad decisions I’ll be making in Austin next week, but mostly because I bet Anthony that I could lose twenty pounds by the time we went to ACL or I’d pay for his BBQ at Franklin. These last five pounds can’t be zumba’d off in a week, so I made a game-time decision to bring my juicer out of retirement yesterday.
I can’t wait to go on vacation! And also eat solid food again.
…or me in exactly two months. Austin City Limits, here I come!
What else should I add to my ACL to-do list???
…or my belated attempt at getting that summer bods ready for Cabo.
10 more days!!!
|| Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.
In the venn diagram of men I’ve been involved with, these two qualities never overlap! :p
…or me when I get an email asking how I’m doing.
I either respond with 27 pages or I don’t respond at all. There is no in-between.
Also, my mom got me hooked on Mistresses, and Joss is my spirit animal, obviously.
If you don’t belong, don’t be long (@ Hollywood Blvd & La Brea Ave)
I like my coffee with a side of reassurance (@ Dinosaur Coffee)
I have a growing queue of things I know will make you laugh, and I don’t know where to put them.
– A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You
When the conversation is getting shorter with you, it’s getting longer with someone else.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
…then I googled you (@ Culver City Art District)
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
I usually enjoy being on my back, but this is getting ridic.
I’ve been living off muscle relaxers, pain killers and salon pas for the past three weeks. The cause is still unknown, but I’m pretty sure I went too hard at the Paul McCartney show! Ha.
I’ve been stressed out at work lately, and the doctor thinks I might be carrying the stress in my back. If only he could write me a doctor’s note forbidding me to work overtime. It’s the least he can do, since he won’t prescribe me more vicodin!
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
LA opened its first Dunkin Donuts today, so I’m halfway there, you guys!
Thursday, August 28, 2014
I obviously went too hard this past weekend. Somebody soup me.
If a man ever laid a finger on me like that, HE WOULD BE DEAD.
The realest thing I’ve ever read.
The power went out in my apartment building again last week! I was already running late, and I had to go back upstairs in the dark to tell the maintenance guy to manually open the garage gate so I could get to fucking work already. This has happened three times in less than two months! And these are only the incidents that I know of, because I spend less than 50% of my time in this apartment (unless a burglar is reading this, in which case I’m home all the time. Plus I always keep my sharpest pair of fabric scissors within reach. And I’m not afraid to cut you.)
Once I get my new car situation settled, I’m moving out of this overpriced shit hole and torching it on yelp!
I may or may not have binge-watched the entire new season of Orange is the New Black this past weekend.
…or when your plans get canceled because the power went out in your apartment building, and your car is stuck in the sub garage. Again.
||I need more of you,
do you not need more of me?
Is just this enough?