Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Kicking off spooky season with some light reading…
Unsolicited fact about me: Beetlejuice is one of my favorite movies. It was one of the only VHS tapes my grandma had when I was a kid, so I’d watch it over and over again. My boss calls me ‘Morbid Marion’ and I think Lydia Deetz would be proud 🖤
Welp, I def won’t be meeting the love of my life at a concert this year (or anywhere really if LA remains on this covid watch list), but I love this story ❤️
Outside Lands 2011 with Pammie, Chris and Jessie was def my most favorite festival ever. So much has changed since then, and at the same time, not much has changed at all…
Since my birthday trip to see Tame Impala in Portland was canceled due to covid, Pammie bought me tickets for Outside Lands 2021, and the girls are planning on coming with to celebrate 10 years since our first music festival together (pandemic pending).
I was supposed to be in Nashville this weekend, and I’ve died a little bit inside every time a show has been canceled this year. Is it 2021 yet???
What religion is this and how do I convert???
Name a better duo than strawberries and rhubarb. I’ll wait.
Hosmer, baby! 💛
Can someone postmate me garlic fries???
It looks like we’ll be quarantining well into summer, so I’ve officially stopped working on my bikini bod and started carbo-loading for winter.
This homemade pasta and alfredo sauce combo was *chef’s kiss*
I got a tiny picnic table for the squirrels who visit my parents’ backyard, and my mom texting me pics of them eating and enjoying the view has been the highlight of my day.
This is where I’m at in quarantine, guys.
I’ve been working from home for four months now with no distractions (besides my neighbor’s car alarm that goes off, without fail, at least twice a day every time a leaf falls on it). With news this week that California is rolling back reopenings and kids won’t be returning to classrooms in the fall, this quarantine seems far from over. Hang in there, mamas!
My neighbors are douchier than yours.
Views and ‘cue on this 4th of July!
I need you to be on this level if you’re going to watch the annual hot dog eating contest with me (I’m talking to you, Pamela Jean. Look alive!).
Stay safe, LA 🖤
Stoked that I
don’t have an STD don’t have to work this weekend!
Shi thinks I’m attracted to anyone with a beard, and she ain’t wrong. Also, why is this the second convo I’ve had about 90 Day Fiancé today???
This lockdown has only made my department busier than ever, and I’ve been losing my mind working 12-hour days and being cooped up in my studio for nearly two months now. I’ve been in such a mood lately, and yet, my sister postmated me coffee bean and breakfast to make my life easier, my dear friend sent me cookies from across the country, and on the drive home from grocery shopping in Long Beach today, I witnessed this pink ass sunset. I really needed these little reminders that I have a good life and this shit is just temporary. Sorry for everything I said while in quarantine! XOXO
I had a lot of random jobs in my twenties, and for a brief window in 2004, I was a barista at Starbucks. It was a second job I picked up during the holidays for extra cash, and not one I stayed at very long. That was probably the last time I made my own coffee, and definitely the last time I woke up at four in the morning on purpose! Ha.
I mostly caffeinate with canned cold brew these days, but sometimes I’ll indulge in my most favorite iced coffee ever—Blue Bottle New Orleans. At $4 a pop, it’s not something I have on my everyday shopping list (a girl’s gotta pay her rent, after all). But they sell their cold brew kit online and are offering free shipping right now, so I thought why the hell not? What else do I have going on six weeks deep into this quarantine???
This homemade cold brew turned out way better than any coffee I ever made at Starbucks, and I didn’t even have to wake up before the sun to enjoy it. Win-win.
You guys, this quarantine is really domesticating us.
Also, never have I ever texted / facetimed / zoomed so much in my goddamn life. I can’t promise that this blog won’t devolve into just screenshots of me talking to people. Fair warning.
I’m one revision away from breaking some muthafuckin’ knees! Just kidding (please don’t furlough me).
Legit traded two rolls of toilet paper for a breakfast burrito from Tacos Tu Madre.
If anyone wants to pick me up some short ribs from APL BBQ in Hollywood, I have some TP and other provisions I’m willing to barter!
Is it even Easter if I don’t use the bunny filter when we facetime today???
I put on my brows for this happy hour, but I did not put on my pants.
Yeah, me and the girls def have to sit this one out LOL!
I blame my love of questionable meat and going commando. Or maybe it’s just my fun, approachable vibe. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Which Tiger King personality are you???
Sameer of Young the Giant played a solo acoustic show for Twitch Stream Aid and performed my most favorite song from when they were still called The Jakes. Also, I have that same case study planter, so it’s basically like he was singing to me in my apartment.
Add one of my ex’s becoming my parents’ mailman to the list of bizarre things to happen in 2020.
This billboard looks like the first thing I created in photoshop circa 1996. Has anyone else reached the Tiger King segment of their quarantine yet???
Kevin Garrett – Love You Less
There’s a place where we’re together
That’s what I’ll keep on telling myself
I love that artists are live streaming from their living rooms during this lockdown, partly because I’ve missed going out to shows, but mostly because I get to
cry sing as loud as I want in the privacy of my own home.
Finally an office with a window! I could get used to working from home…
Now if I only had a bidet, a lifetime subscription to Freshly, and a peloton bike, I’d never have to leave my apartment! Just kidding (like I would ever use a peloton bike).
See you clowns on Zoom!
Literally me in the bread aisle at Ralphs today. All it took was a global pandemic for LA to start eating gluten again.
Welp, I guess I’ll be cooped up at home indefinitely now. It’s only day 4, and I’ve already eaten all my quarantine snacks!
Because I didn’t get enough coronavirus exposure during my recent visit to Seattle, I’ve spent the last few weeks traveling through the Philippines.
I’m back home now where I’ll be self-quarantining and working remotely for the next 14 days! If anyone needs me, I’ll just be in my apartment tending to my sunburn and wishing I was back on a yacht off the coast of El Nido instead of here in LA where it’s raining outside.
If you’re reading this, please send Jollibee.
Yeah, I probably should’ve gone grocery shopping before I left for vacation in the middle of a pandemic.
(@ Whole Foods, El Segundo)
(@ Target, Manhattan Beach)
(@ Ralphs, Manhattan Beach)
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
On my flight to Seattle, the flight attendant was walking down the aisle greeting everyone happy valentine’s day when he stopped in front of me and asked, “Are you traveling alone?” I said that I was, and he was like, “Can you switch seats so that this couple can sit together?” I meannn.
Morning view (@ Hyatt House)
Blown away (@ Chihuly Garden and Glass)
This museum was across the street from our hotel and so worth the visit! I’ve always admired Chihuli’s sculptures in Vegas, but his featured work here is incredible. The way he transforms glass is pure poetry.
Seattle is so fetch (@ Cobb’s Popcorn)
The stickiest of the icky (@ The Gum Wall)
We stood in a long ass line that wrapped around the building for this chowder… or shall I say Pammie stood in a long ass line while I was off buying crab claw pens at a souvenir shop (@ Pike Place Chowder)
I actually forgot that I had eaten here during my first trip to Seattle… We only tried the New England style chowder, and I didn’t think it was anything to write home about. If you’ve had the chowder from Boudin’s or Blue Bayou or even the cafe downstairs at my work on Fridays, you aren’t missing much.
Skip the chowder line and head across the street instead (@ Beecher’s Handmade Cheese)
Between the mac and cheese, grilled cheese, poutin and cheese samples, I was in heaven! Although no one should ever consume all that dairy in one sitting. Don’t ask me how I know.
Ooh baby, I like it rawww 🎶 (@ Elliot’s Oyster House)
One last stop under the bridge! Till next time, Seattle (@ Fremont Troll)
Wednesday, February 12, 2020
My coworker Luis came up to me this morning with his cup of grapes and was all like, “Is that your breakfast???”
In unrelated news, I had a salad for lunch today.
BRB crying in my car.
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
Title Track (@ The Hotel Cafe)
I try to catch Kevin Garrett whenever he’s in LA, and this was by far my favorite show of his. Love this intimate venue.
The last time Christine was my wingwoman, I ended up roofied at The Waterfront! Was it her fault or the mocktails? Who really is to blame???
I love that Christine’s birthday is so close to mine, especially when her husband throws her a surprise party at my favorite BBQ spot! (@ Grand Ole BBQ)
The girls gave me the best gift ever: music and travel! I can’t wait to see Tame Impala in Portland!!!
Thanks to Chel, Christine and the old man in a hawaiian shirt at the bar for buying me all those birthday drinks (and even more thanks to Alicia for picking my ass up and Ray for driving my car home).
When the clock struck midnight on my birthday, I was two burritos deep and lying on the floor at Alicia’s house. This is 38, guys.
I’m just gonna watch this tube dude for the rest of the day.
That’s a wrap on 2019!
Let’s get blitzen, y’all…
“You smell like
beef and cheese alcohol.”
Cuevas family gone wild!
This is what happens when you hide a $20 bill inside a roll of costco saran wrap and tell everyone there’s $100 in there LOL!
One hour and two broken nails later…
It wouldn’t be the holidays if my grandma didn’t lose $50 playing bingo and and curse like a sailor while doing so! Ha.
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
The holidays aren’t the same without you, bud 💔
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
BRB postmates is outside with my seafood risotto.
Saturday, November 30, 2019
…or me when my bff’s family was done going around the table saying what they were all thankful for, and her 6-year-old daughter says, “Now let’s say what we hate about each other.”
I find this kid equally amusing and terrifying.
Thursday, November 28, 2019
If anyone needs me, I’ll just be out here waiting for this turkey to deep fry and my druncle to stop asking me why I’m not married yet.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Happy holidays from the 405!
Monday, November 25, 2019
One month till Christmas!
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Let’s get some fuckin’ french toast (@ Republique)
Saturday, November 23, 2019
Roger is my spirit animal.
Saturday, November 16, 2019
Sylvan Esso – Coffee (@ Walt Disney Concert Hall)
Last show of the year at my new favorite venue ❤️
Sunday, November 10, 2019
I got to try the elusive Popeyes chicken sandwich, and I didn’t even have to wait in line or get stabbed to death! It only cost me 15,000 Southwest points (@ McCarran Airport)
Adding to my list of dating requirements:
– Must be born before I started high school
– Must be less sloppy than me (if only slightly)
Just kidding (the beard is non-negotiable).
Still waiting for someone to passive-aggressively address my new neighbor’s affinity for indian food and techno music.
I miss you already, bud 💔💔💔
9/1/05 – 10/7/19
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Ohana Fest (@ Doheny State Beach)
This is the third time I’ve seen The Strokes and probably my last. Julian’s a mess! During one of the songs, he forgot the lyrics, walked off the stage and sang, “I don’t want to play in this place anymore.” The show wasn’t done yet, but he sure was.
They just finished a new album and are probably gearing up to tour next year. As much as I love their music, I don’t know that I would see them live again. If you can, catch them twenty years ago in NYC!