Incubus – In the Company of Wolves
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In the company of wolves I sat in silence

Liberty Station’s Summer Movie Mania night consisted of Mona Lisa sandwiches, wine, brie, Jessie’s brownies, my favorite girls, and Tom Cruise before his crazy couch jumping days.

Quote of the night:

Who needs a boy to keep you warm when you’ve got wine?

There was no doubt that I woke up in a dude’s apartment this morning. Thirty or so empty craft brew bottles lined the mantle behind me. There was an outdoor patio set in the dining room, complete with a hole in the table for the absent umbrella. And to top it all off, my friend’s roommate offered me packets of ketchup to eat for breakfast. Ha! At least he made me coffee first.

Jesse and I agreed that if it wasn’t for my vagina, we’d have a serious bromance going on.

Get out your guns, it’s time to start a fight
Whoa, and it won’t take too long
I want to make it right

Or… Christine, Jessie and me with haircuts.

‘It was a mistake,’ you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

Bon Iver – Re: Stacks
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Everything that happens from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed

You were having a shitty day at work today, so I shared my favorite Bon Iver song with you to make you feel better. And then I found out what you did. Now every time I hear this song, I’ll be reminded of the exact moment you lost me as a friend.

Nothing a bottle of sauv blanc can’t fix… especially when you’re drinking it with your REAL girlfriends.

Yesterday, I brought my lunch and gym clothes to work.

My untouched ground turkey is still sitting in the fridge because Mary and I had 25¢ wings at JT’s instead, and my unused gym clothes are still neatly folded in the trunk of my car because Christian wanted to go to happy hour.

My work’s proximity to the bar is clearly foiling my plans to eat better and work out.

For one of the most refreshingest mothas on the planet…

So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys—to woo women—and, in that endeavour, laziness will not do.

We took family photos at Coronado Beach this weekend for my grandma’s 80th birthday. I’ll spare you the images of me and my 40+ Asian relatives in our clichéd blue jeans and white tops, and instead leave you with this gorgeous sunset.

Happy 31st birthday to Jay, a dear friend who was dirty long before he was thirty. He also thinks that 31 is the new 21. Please don’t encourage him…

Maroon 5 & Train with Pammie last night! Adam and his beard def didn’t disappoint.

Maroon 5 – If I Fell (The Beatles Cover)
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FYI.

The Jakes – Shake My Hand
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‘Cause I’m way down deep in the dirt
But oh, baby, I make the best of the hurt
Don’t wait for me
My life ain’t worth your worry

Should I consider it a warning sign that my manager sent me this coupon? I still haven’t decided whether I’m offended or secretly grateful! Ha. In her defense, she met her boyfriend on Match.com.

As much as I hate having to charm my way into free drinks at bars, I just can’t bring myself to meet a guy in a place where 15% off coupons are accepted.

Keane – A Bad Dream
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I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side
I was fighting, but I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I’m not the fighting kind

TOM: Why’d you dance with me?
SUMMER: ‘Cause I wanted to.
TOM: You just do what you want, don’t you?

Padres game and entirely too much beer and sangria swirl margaritas for a Thursday night with Christine, Jessie and Christian. We scored free tickets to the game, but I def paid for it the next day at work! Holy hangover.

The Jakes – Take Me Home
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Your back is straight
Don’t let hurt curve it that way

I’m a little bit obsessed with this band.

I had Sunday brunch, bloody marys and breakthroughs at The Tractor Room with Jessie, Christine and Pammie, or shall I say “Can’t Commit” Mary, Mama Rosa Mary and The TJ Mary—I’ll let you guess who’s who 😉 I’m The Drunk Clam Mary, obvi.

me: i need a serious eyebrow waxing
pammie: you tell me you need something serious every time i see you
a serious eyebrow waxing
a serious hair cut
a serious cheeseburger
(looks at my eyebrows)
ooh. you DO need a serious eyebrow waxing.
me: seriously, right?

Still recovering from the craziness and amazingness that was Friday night, Christian and I took it easy on Saturday with some hookah, a two-drink limit, and Lucha Libre surf ‘n’ turf.

Gaslamp one weekend, PB the next… Seriously, who am I right now? I’m pretty sure my next stop will be an intervention with my family and friends—I’m not talking about the pool party at the Hard Rock Hotel, either (although at this point, it’s a valid assumption).

I went to work yesterday morning, had happy hour (and a $200 tab according to my bank account!) at JT’s with my coworkers afterward, never made it home or to The Casbah as planned with Jessie last night, and woke up this morning in my coworker’s apartment.

Contrary to the last time I went out with all my work friends (AKA my manager’s drunken birthday disaster of 2008), I’m pretty sure we’ll all still be speaking to each other on Monday! Ha.

Yes, I got Jason Statham confused with Chandler Bing. And yes, this pretty much sums up what the rest of my day at work looked like.

Incubus – Promises, Promises
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Now you see me, now you don’t
Oh, how well you disappear
What are you running from
And may I interfere

This is me every day at work around 4pm.

Shi: I like this new Salvador film for the Hipstamatic app
me: (looking at her iPhone) Ooh. Like Salvador Dali.
Shi: Who?
me: Salvador Dali. The artist? That’s his mustache.
Shi: I don’t know who that is… I thought it was a bathing suit top!

Killing me, smalls.

I usually avoid the Gaslamp at all costs, but I found myself there two nights in a row with Christian and his friends this past weekend. I don’t even know who I am right now, but I’ve been full of surprises lately.

Meet KG, a marketing intern at work and my new desktop background (courtesy of my intern, Angela).

I told him that my shitty office chair made my back hurt, and he said, “Sit up straight. Like my mom used to tell me, ‘Tits to the wind!'”

He’s quickly replacing Christian as my favorite intern (sorry, Ang! Ha!).