It’s hard to binge drink and still mind your calories. I was hoping that Skinnygirl Margarita would bridge that divide, but I’m pretty sure it was made to test my gag reflex!
Alex Kerkovich is officially living my life.
I instantly regret wearing jeans instead of leggings to work today. How can I stuff my face with Phil’s BBQ when my clothes are so binding?
This is pretty much how I approach telling someone that we can never be together.
Fuck, I love me some Seneca Crane. Any chance those were non-toxic berries at the end of the movie?
Is it 5 o’clock yet?
My calves burn with the fire of a thousand suns after this beach hike with the girls, but it was worth it to hang out with this baby pancake ♥
Quote of the day:
What are you supposed to wear to this kind of thing?
Chel hasn’t worked out since before she was preggo, but she’s still skinnier than the rest of us! Boo whore.
Million dollar margaritas with Trace last night! Happy birthday and happy Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor 🙂
|3:14 PM||Jesse: this friday is lasting foreverrrr|
|3:15 PM||me: i’m just gonna watch this zebra doing the running man for the rest of the day|
Oh, sweet jesus… there’s a video.
Glass Pear – Eyes Wide Open
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Don’t you, don’t you let go
Tell me it’s not too late
I rarely get my hair cut, and the last time I dyed my hair was when I wore brown chola lip liner in the 90s. Since then, I’ve come to the realization that I’m not, in fact, a chola, and I’ve kept my hair naturally dark, long and boring for the past decade.
I recently designed business cards for Trace, and she offered to cut and color my hair for free! I’m long overdue for a change. And since I can’t afford to buy a jaguar like Anthony did to signify change after his breakup, a free hair cut will have to suffice! Ha.
My Instagram feed exposes my obvious love of booze, fine dining, and other people’s babies.
ROBIN: I am never going to have closure. Okay, closure doesn’t exist. It just… ended. And, no matter how much I try to forget that it happened, it will have never not happened. Don and I will always be a loose end. We will always be—
TED: Unfinished. Gaudí, to his credit, never gave up on his dream. But that’s not usually how it goes. Most of the time it’s just too difficult, too expensive, too scary. It’s only once you’ve stopped that you realize how hard it is to start again, so you force yourself not to want it. But it’s always there. And until you finish it, it will always be…
|4:42 PM||me: what happened by the water cooler?|
|it looks like somebody’s water broke over there|
|4:43 PM||Jesse: c’mon man!!!|
Sometimes I feel bad for Jesse because he’s one of the only dudes in the office… but then I remember that he gets to work with me, and I don’t feel bad for him anymore! Ha 😉
St. Paddy’s Day doesn’t usually register as a blip on my radar, so I intended on having a low key movie night instead… which turned into beers with Shi and Anthony at Tiger! Tiger!… followed by house margaritas at my house… followed by me waking up on my bathroom floor (not pictured). So… just another Saturday.
I’ve got such a boner for this limited edition of Scrabble Typography. Does the thought of getting a triple word score using multiple fonts make anyone else’s heart race? Also, what’s wrong with me?
Some friends of mine are running this zombie infested 5K obstacle course race. I’ve done 5Ks before, but this pretty much sounds like the makings of my worst nightmare!
In related news, I’m all caught up with The Walking Dead. What am I supposed to do now?
I found this nipple cream in my car today and thought it might be mine until I read “sore, cracked nursing nipples” on the label! Ha. This is what happens when your friends have babies!
Christine and the birthday girl before she got kicked out of El Camino last night! Happy birthday, Jessie!
Happy 29th birthday, Gus (that’s short for “Me gusta Jess!”). Enjoy your last year in your twenties! After this, it’s all darkness. Ha!
Or… Belle, Jesse and me at happy hour last night.
|4:06 PM||Jesse: i wonder what they were saying about her|
|me: idk dude, prob talking madddd shit|
|4:07 PM||Jesse: obvi nothing as clever or funny as what we say|
|me: well, obvi!|
Black Onyx (OPI) + Only Gold For Me (Sephora by OPI)
Don’t let the fancy nails fool you. I’m wearing yoga pants and my I ♥ Haters shirt in this photo.
|3:16 PM||Jesse: this LMFAO spotify commercial is getting really old|
|me: i hate that fucking tony from buitoni pasta one|
|Jesse: what?? i havent heard any pasta ads!|
|3:18 PM||me: are they tailored to what we listen to?|
|how do they know i like carbs?|
Is it weird that I have half a baguette in my tote bag right now?
HAL: Well, let’s say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn’t come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe.
OLIVER: I’d wait for the lion.
HAL: That’s why I worry about you.
I had happy hour at The Prado at Balboa Park last night! We enjoyed margaritas and live music by Trent Hancock. The highlight of my night was when he asked for song requests and hand to god, someone suggested Hoobastank (and it wasn’t me!). The lowlight was parking down the street on 6th and trekking to the restaurant because I didn’t want the valet attendant to see my secret shame! Ha.