Woke up sad. First, I was awakened at an unholy hour bc I could hear my sister on an early morning zoom call. Then, I was catching up on texts and Jessie sent us this video of my favorite sad scene from My Best Friend’s Wedding (a sequel is in the works). Then, I received a message that I left my sunglasses in my Uber drive home last night, so now I have to pay extra and coordinate with him to get them back. 2/10 morning.
Update: My sister had a zoom event for her AAPI group at work, and they made boba drinks. The meeting was led by white girls in NYC who kept calling it ‘bubble tea’, but this passionfruit butterfly pea fruit tea turned out great and she gave me it to drink (yes, she made it in a Harry Potter glass, and yes, today’s his birthday). Morning has been upgraded to 5/10.
I get my nails done every month by my girl Cindy at Chloe Nails. Nothing fancy, just black gel on my short nails so my man hands don’t look so manly 😆 I usually get my brows waxed, too, while I’m there. Cindy was like, ‘Got any plans the rest of the day?’ I was like, ‘Just a party in Murrieta for my cousin’s daughter’s graduation.’ She looked at what I was wearing (my Original Berf shirt, leggings and Vans) and was like, ‘Are you gonna go home first and get dressed up?’
CYNTHIA!
Then, when she was waxing my brows, she audibly gasped and was like, ‘Whoa! That’s a lot of hair.’ I was too busy to see her last month, so my nails and brows were a bit unruly. While Cindy was doing my nails, I looked over and saw this cute puppy listening to Cindy roast my ass 😆
My next door neighbor moved out. She was so quiet, I don’t think she even had a TV. I wouldn’t hear her for weeks at a time, and I’d think she was dead if she didn’t have regular Chewy deliveries at her door (she had a cat who was also quiet as fuck). When I was leaving today, I saw her door open and her apartment empty. I hope she just moved out and didn’t die in there 😅
I’ve lived in this building for 13 years, so I’ve seen a lot of people come and go. My neighbor on the other side of me has lived here longer than me (what’s good, Gloria? 😆 she’s also v quiet). My neighbor across the hall is my building manager (his name is Michael Douglas LOL no relation to the actor), and he and his wife have a golden retriever and are pretty quiet.
When they were removing the popcorn from my ceiling and remodeling my bathroom, I stayed in a vacant apartment on another floor on the other side of the building and it was so loud—people would take calls in the hallway, tenants would fuck with their windows open, someone would play an actual piano… I work from home, so I hear everything. Most of the people who have lived in the apartment next door have been quiet… except this one dude who also worked from home so he was there all day, and mounted his TV to our shared wall, and it was so loud, I could hear what he was watching. He was blasting it at 2am on a weeknight and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I rang his doorbell at 2am, woke up his dogs, and woke him up apparently, because he was sleeping with his loud ass TV on!
Hopefully, whoever moves in next door is more mindful of their neighbors (me LOL). It’s a studio identical to mine, if anyone’s looking for a rental in the South Bay and has $2,350 to spare each month 😅 I’m a great neighbor—I don’t own a TV (just a projector with a soundbar that’s far away from any shared walls), I don’t have a piano or any instruments, and I don’t fuck with my windows open (my windows don’t open 😜).
Nori and I went to Go Go Curry inside Tokyo Central for lunch, then hit up the Japanese market afterwards to stock up on snacks (Hi-Chews, shrimp chips, and they had the sandwiches I’d eat multiple times daily from the 7-11 when I was in Japan, so I got one to try tomorrow).
Mary asked me if I wanted Bread Head for dinner, so we hit up downtown Manhattan Beach for sandwiches and ice cream at Salt & Straw. I almost killed her by offering her a bite of my Chicken Salad sando (she’s allergic to apples), but not before running into Matthew Stafford (the LA Rams’ QB) and his family. There are always athlete sightings in MB, but I never recognize athletes (although if it was Jimmy Garoppolo, I would’ve recognized his fine ass). Instead, when we were walking to the resto from the car, I was like, ‘Who is this tall ass white dude blocking the sidewalk?’ 🤣
When I first moved to LA, my friends from SD visited and we ate in downtown MB. Marshall Faulk (an ex-NFL player) and his bevy of blondes were seated at a communal table with us. I had no idea who he was, of course, but an old friend who was there with us had been a fan of his since he played for San Diego State. Marshall Faulk was such an asshole to him when he tried to talk to him, though! Hey man, only me and my friends are allowed to be assholes to our friend! Ha.
I was at Costco once holding a bag of torta bread, and this huge white guy was like, ‘Where did you find that?’ He was definitely an athlete, but I didn’t recognize him. I told him where I got the bread and he had toilet paper in his cart, so I was like, ‘Do you know where the toilet paper is?’ 😳 (Yes, I replay this embarrassing moment in my mind often).
All that I know is I don’t know
How to be something you miss
Chel asked me if I watched The Summer I Turned Pretty, and I hadn’t. She knows I’m a sucker for a good soundtrack, and she sent me a clip with a nostalgic song that sent her back to a time before the life she has now. It made me want to watch the series, and I’ve been crying for the last few days 😅 There are a lot of songs from my youth on the soundtrack that came out before these kids were even born, but there’s also entirely too many Taylor Swift songs (I googled why because it was a ridiculous amount). It’s an otherwise heartbreaking coming-of-age story about falling in love for the first time and the grief that comes with it.
The last time I saw Incubus was at this same venue nearly two decades ago (@ North Island Credit Union Amphitheatre when it was formerly known as Coors Amphitheatre, and has since been called Cricket Wireless Amphitheatre, Sleep Train Amphitheatre, and Mattress Firm Amphitheatre).
The difference between then and now is I’ve got money to buy front row VIP tickets now, their bass player has changed twice, and Brandon Boyd’s voice isn’t as strong as it used to be (he still fine, though!) 😜
I didn’t realize it was the last show on their tour. I recently saw that they canceled their show in LA, but it wasn’t until October, and it was at Intuit Dome (the new Clippers stadium) which I’ve heard lots of venue complaints about. I was just checking my email Saturday afternoon (hours before the show), and I saw an email from stubhub sent that morning that the SD show was canceled!
I couldn’t find any info online, Incubus posted nothing about the cancellation on their instagram, Ticketmaster was still selling tickets to the show, and I tried calling the venue, but it was all automated.
I finally found someone asking about it on Reddit:
Then, I got this email from Stubhub around 6pm telling me to enjoy the show!
They didn’t even send an email in between retracting the first email or saying it was sent in error. My sister lives like 15 minutes away from the venue, so we would’ve done a drive by to make sure if we didn’t get confirmation, but some people traveled from out of town for this show! Fucking Stubhub. My animosity towards them goes back more than a decade over a Beyoncé concert at Staples Center (I will never call it ‘Crypto.com Arena’).
You wrap around me and you give me life
And that’s why night after night I’ll be fuckin’ you right
My dear friend and her husband (who’s in town from the east coast to watch a BTS member’s concert and attend the World of Dance Summit) are staying at my apartment this weekend which brought up some questions:
Do I like BTS now??? 😳
Are they gonna fuck on my bed while I’m in SD for the Incubus show? 😅
Like the cashier at the Hustler adult store downtown once told someone I know (who was shopping for a vibrator and still living with her parents at the time), ‘DISCRETION IS KEY’ 😅
If they would’ve just acted normal, they wouldn’t have been outed. The company they work for is based in NYC, and the concert was in Boston. They’re not famous, so I don’t think anyone would’ve recognized them.
This was all my coworkers could talk about (and Silvia’s birthday LOL):
My pops called me yesterday because his HP Smart app on his computer wasn’t opening and he had to scan some documents. This was how our convo went:
Me: IDK how to help you with that. Dad: But you installed it. Me: When? Like 10 years ago???
I just walked him through taking pictures of the documents on his phone, then attaching the photos on an email from his phone. His navy friend told him that the VA will pay for you to take college classes plus pay you $2500 a month on top of that for 4 years and give you a laptop. He’s retired, so he wants to fill his time and make some extra cash money, too. So he’s submitting paperwork for that.
I was like, ‘You could not pay me to go back to school!’ You guys, I was the only one of my friends who didn’t graduate high school in white (an honor student I was not), I took a single AP class my senior year (statistics) and failed the AP test miserably, I took classes at every single community college in SD before transferring to SDSU where I only went for a year before I left to go to The Art Institute (which has since closed down), and I didn’t finish, but I left with $80K in student loan debt 😅 (which I’ve since paid off, because you don’t need a degree to be a successful graphic designer).
Anyway, if anyone knows how to fix the HP Smart app on an old PC, please help my dad because this B-sian ain’t the one 😆
And then, she came up to my knees Begging, ‘Baby, would you please? Do the things you said you’d do to me, to me?’
Oh, won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?
When you get a taste, can you tell me what’s my flavor?
I don’t believe in God, but I believe that you’re my savior
I know that you’ve been worried, but you’re dripping in my favor
And when we’re getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong
I sleep so I can see you ’cause I hate to wait so long
I heard this song on KROQ and shazam’d it. I saw that I had already shazam’d this same song earlier this week! When I got home, I googled the song and was surprised it was sung by a woman. She sounds very masculine and the song is about a woman, but it turns out she’s a lesbian 😆 It’s like when I first heard The Mars Volta, and thought they were women!
The Mars Volta – The Widow
Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Then I’ll hide ‘Cause I’ll never, never sleep alone
They opened for Deftones at their show earlier this year in LA, but I was in Japan. The last time I saw The Mars Volta live was nearly two decades ago at SDSU, and I have yet to see Deftones live 😢
One thing about me, I’m a vodka seltzer girlie whenever I’m in the pool. If I’m the only adult, I make sure the kiddos all know how to swim before auntie gets her seltzer on 😜
I went to the resort with my bathing suit already on (and my bathing suit has a built-in bra), so I forgot to pack my regular bra. I showed up at breakfast the next morning in my bathing suit with a sheer cover up over it and my sunglasses on to block the haters 😎 I expected to see some other people wearing their bathing suits (people come to this hotel for the pools), but I was literally the only one and severely underdressed 😅
My sister’s ex was there with his family, and I ran into his wife and kid when I went to the pool without my sister when she was back at the hotel room getting her rash guard. When I posted my story to IG about being there, an ex of mine DM’d me that he was there 2 weeks ago. Moral of the story: don’t go to the Gaylord Pacific in San Diego unless you want to run into your ex 😅
They have water slides, but I have an irrational fear of getting stuck in one and having to be cut out like Homer Simpson 😆
It’s v expensive to stay here ($500+ a night 😵💫), but it’s a Marriott hotel, so I’m down if anyone with Bonvoy points wants me to come float around the lazy river with them 😎
You don’t know wealth until you’ve milked a pecan.
Erewhon just opened a location up the street from me in Manhattan Beach. You guys, there’s a Trader Joe’s across the street from my apartment (plus two more within a 3-mile radius) and two Whole Foods within the same distance (the beach cities love their organic food). All that to say, I have options. So I won’t be hitting up Erewhon anytime soon for Hailey Bieber’s $20 Strawberry Glaze Skin Smoothie or new salt (enough of that old shit) 🤣
If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me what color my nipples were, I’d have two nickels 😅 At least I can rub those two nickels together and wish for a decent guy…
Pammie’s husband is in Vegas and her work trip got canceled, so I stayed at her house in San Diego a few extra days. I’m going back to LA tomorrow night, though, because I have a concert at The Orpheum on Wednesday.
As a rule, I don’t eat baby animals (lamb, veal or suckling anything)—just adult animals who have lived a full life LOL. I also don’t eat pork anymore after playing with the mini pigs at mipig cafe in Japan. According to Google, cornish game hens are slaughtered at 4-5 weeks of age, so they’re off limits for me. My mom loves cornish game hens, though, so I air-fried her some following this easy recipe.
Actual footage of me rubbing their raw tiny bodies with spices:
(Yes, BBQ is also my love language. And so are gift bags. Your girl is hella lingual.)
You guys, I think I’ve perfected the art of making sourdough bread. My first bread tasted good, but didn’t rise as much as it should’ve. I googled and found out that feeding my starter whole wheat flour instead of bread flour might remedy that, and it totally worked! I got so much height in these new loaves, they look like the bread bowls we used to eat clam chowder out of at Boudin!
Since Christine is the one who suggested I start making sourdough, I gave her a loaf, along with her favorite garlic dip from Del Mar Fair, and some Milky tablets because this girl eats dairy like she’s not lactose intolerant as fuck 😅
I usually start my 4th of July morning by watching Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest. Last year, Joey Chestnut, who’s won every year since I started watching this contest over a decade ago (except The Great Upset of 2015 when he lost to Matt Stonie), was disqualified from competing because he had a sponsorship with Impossible Foods, and Nathan’s considered it a conflict of interest. Apparently, he’s signed a deal with Nathan’s since then, and was able to compete this year. I didn’t know he was competing, so I skipped the live competition in the morning. Luckily, ESPN showed reruns throughout the day 😆 Anyway, Joey Chestnut reclaimed the Mustard Belt, of course! I went to Nathan’s at Coney Island the last time I was in NYC, but I would love to watch the hot dog eating contest in person one day 🌭✨
My sister’s rooftop has a perfect view of the fireworks from the Olympic Training Center. Apologies for the Katy Perry song—I had to cover up the audio of my mom’s sister singing God Bless America LOL (IDK which is worse, TBH).
If the President of the United States dies, resigns, or is removed from office, the Vice President automatically becomes President. If the Vice President is also unable to serve, the Speaker of the Housethen becomes President. After the Speaker, the President Pro Tempore of the Senate and then the heads of the cabinet departments in order of their agencies’ creation would follow in the line of succession.
Here’s the breakdown of the current presidential line of succession (along with links to unsavory articles about 99% of them):
Vice President: JD Vance 🤢 (I don’t have the bandwidth to list everything I despise about this man, just google his ass)
Speaker of the House of Representatives: Mike Johnson 🤢 (said California Governor Newsom should be ‘tarred and feathered’ for his opposition of Trump sending the National Guard and Marines to LA during the ICE protests)
President Pro Tempore of the Senate: Chuck Grassley 🤢 (he’s in his fucking 90s!)
Secretary of the Treasury: Scott Bessent 🤢 (gay and married and had children through a surrogate, yet has not said one word about Trump’s anti-gay and anti-women’s reproductive rights agenda)
Secretary of Commerce: Howard Lutnick 🤢 (said the ridiculously high tariffs on foreign countries won’t matter ‘if you build in America and produce your product in America’ and his flabbers were gasted when congresswoman Madeleine Dean said, ‘We cannot build bananas in America’)
Secretary of Labor: Lori Chavez-DeRemer (A pro-union republican? Isn’t that an oxymoron?)
Secretary of Health and Human Services: Robert F. Kennedy 🤢 (an anti-vaxxer in charge of America’s health!)
Secretary of Housing and Urban Development: Scott Turner (I searched everywhere for a negative article about this man, but his only fault is that he used to play in the NFL for the San Diego Chargers 😆)
Secretary of Transportation: Sean Duffy 🤢 (a frat boy from MTV’s The Real World: Boston. True story!)
Secretary of Energy: Chris Wright 🤢 (doesn’t believe in renewable energy, and continues to push the use of coal, oil and gas)
Secretary of Education: Linda Mcmahon 🤢 (wants to privatize public schools)
Secretary of Veterans Affairs: Doug Collins 🤢 (plans to cut 80,000 jobs at the Department of Veteran’s Affairs. My dad and uncles are veterans, and it already takes forever for their claims to go through. How is cutting 80k jobs from the VA workforce gonna help that???)
Secretary of Homeland Security: Kristi Noem 🤢 (I can’t fucking stand this woman and her ICE commercials. If the 17 people before her die, and she’s appointed president, we’re cooked)
I was so excited when Nori sent me this video, that we went to Trader Joe’s during lunch so I could pick up this dip (along with a bunch of other shit).
I found the dip a little bland. I’ve also had Trader Joe’s Buffalo Chicken Dip before and was underwhelmed. Everyone and their mama who went feral over this dip has obviously never had the garlic dip at Chicken Dijon. It’s Last Meal worthy. I’m not a food snob (Nori and I have the 3-for-me special at Chili’s once a week!), but I know good food, and this Trader Joe’s dip ain’t it.
The bestie took me to Cracker Barrel once, and her husband loves the french toast there and had me try some of his. It tasted like the basic ass french toast I could make at home!
The best french toast I ever had was at this french resto in LA, République. They add an automatic 4% service charge to your bill to cover their employees’ health benefits, which I’m usually so against (I think I’m paying enough for this overpriced albeit delicious kouign-amann), but the food is so good.
Anyway, save your money on this Trader Joe’s dip 😆 Or better yet, come visit me and I’ll take you to Chicken Dijon for their much superior garlic dip.
