No lunch break at work, an hour of unpaid overtime, and a Chargers loss. Is my pet’s head gonna fall off next???
You said it, Rivers…
Monday, October 31, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
True story. I’m not sure why I have a Google+ account. Most of the gmail contacts they suggest to me are people that I know, but deliberately choose not to be friends with, and the rest of them are craigslisters I’ve risked my life meeting for casual encounters concert tickets. And so I’m left with 7 friends in my circle. I’d ask them what they’re doing for Halloween, but I really have no idea how to use this thing.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
After watching Justin Timberlake’s dry humping scene in Bad Teacher, I thought I could never love him again.
I was wrong.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Add a tub of ice cream and you’ve got my Valentine’s Day plans for 2012.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Laying out on the beach with the girls in a belated attempt to get a tan this year. In other news, it’s snowing on the east coast. Try not to be too jealous.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Happy birthday to my BFF at work! I didn’t come in an hour early to post-it bomb just anyone’s desk š My appreciation for you runs deeper than your secret love for Hootie and the Blowfish. And I think we both know just how deep that is. Ha!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
My favorite band on my favorite sister’s birthday in my favorite sister’s city?!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Whoever said that nothing tastes as good as thin feels has never had a Porto’s cheese roll, obvi. But I didn’t go to the gym at an unholy hour on a Saturday just to offset my workout by inhaling one of these delicious treats… that my aunt brought me from LA… that I probably won’t have again till Thanksgiving. Or Christmas. Or 2012.
Friday, October 21, 2011
My favorite picture of Shi + Teenage Mutant Ninja Noses = the makings of my Friday night.
(Yeah, I don’t know how I’m still single, either.)
Friday, October 21, 2011
Some days, we only speak in movie quotes.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
| 9:06 AM | me: i’m going to the gym after work |
| Jesse: chuze or tkb at 24? | |
| 9:07 AM | me: tkb at 24 |
| i really just got chuze for the tanning and hydromassage | |
| none of which i’ve used, of course | |
| 9:08 AM | Jesse: i’m pretty sure you just got chuze so you could add another fitness laminate to your keychain |
| 9:09 AM | me: i meannn |
Can’t a girl have options???
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Why You Need A Man, Not A Boy | Mindy Kaling via Glamour
| Until I was 30, I dated only boys. Iāll 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 isnāt 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 theyāre thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been worn by anyone else before.
OK, maybe men arenāt exactly like this. But this is what Iāve 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 ātotally knows how to cut hair.ā Boys can pack up their whole life and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have āgigs.ā 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 donāt have regular work hours. But they suck to date when you turn 30. So Iām into men now, even though they can be frightening. I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying man. I donāt care if he takes prescription drugs for cholesterol or hair loss. (I donāt want that, but I can handle it. Iām a grown-up too.) |
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| 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 armsāI’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. | |
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
JESSIE: Your turn, Mayan!
SHI: You’re having another sake bomb?
CHRISTINE: She’s had a rough week!
SHI: It’s only TUESDAY!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Goldspot – Rewind
[audio:http://www.mayanrocks.com/blog/GoldSpot – Rewind.mp3]
Sunday, October 16, 2011
To celebrate Chel’s 30th birthday, we went to Skateworld to roll bounce the night away! Just kidding. We only skated for an hour, if that. My nearly 30-year-old body was winded after a few laps. Ha.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Shi said something funny at the bar, and I laughed so hard that I knocked over my double vodka cranberry with my double Ds.
What else is new?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Clearly, I’m having a hard time this week.
Friday, October 14, 2011
There’s an indirect correlation between the amount of work I get done and the number of gchats I have going at any given time. Today is Friday so… you do the math.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
| 4:51 PM | Christian: AIGA Survey of Design Salaries |
| 4:52 PM | me: i have this bookmarked at home |
| i look at it every time i need a good cry | |
| 4:53 PM | Christian: lol |
Monday, October 10, 2011
BRB dying.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
This was me after the recent layoffs at work these past few weeks.
Jesse said it was so quiet in the office yesterday that you could hear a mouse fart. My boss let go of half of our marketing team (including the two interns I wasted six months of my life training), and I’ve been given all of their marketing responsibilities. If I have to google how to do one more fucking Excel formula, I might have to cut a bitch. And since no one else is left, it might have to be Jesse. Or that farting mouse.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
| 1:01 PM | Shirley: I have a phone interview in the morning =) |
| 1:03 PM | me: yay! i’ll keep my fingers crossed for you |
| and my legs! | |
| Shirley: we all know how hard it is for you to keep your legs crossed =) | |
| me: ok maybe not my legs | |
| 1:05 PM | boo whore |
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Sent from my iPhone.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
| 8:46 AM | Jesse: woman |
| go to the doctor | |
| 8:47 AM | me: i’m pretty sure i either have |
| a) bronchitis | |
| b) tb | |
| or c) the black lung, pop | |
| i’m hoping it’s c | |
| 8:49 AM | Jesse: dammit derek youve been down there one day |
| 8:50 AM | me: this is totally why we’re friends |
| Jesse: that and this |
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Loved, loved, loved 50/50… even though my friends totally served me during this scene! Just because my car is a perpetual mess… and we often clean it out when we’re near a dumpster… and I sometimes stalk my ex boyfriends on facebook.
Don’t judge me.
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.
