Archive | August, 2009

Birthday Suit

31 Aug

And not the one u were born in.

When ur in Vegas especially for ur birthday, u gotta go big or go the fuck home. If I could wear any dress in the world to Naked City tomorrow night it would definitely be this jumper number that Fergie performed in at Outside Lands. I could do without that bicycle streamer looking detail in the boobage area, but I’m willing to overlook that part. It totally screams, “This shit is ridiculous but it’s my mufuckin birthday and I’m too drunk to give a shit!” Matter fact, her entire outfit from the long chain earring to the finger gloves was pretty much on point. Let’s just hope she doesn’t pee in this.

A close runner up is this cage dress as mentioned on fellow WTFly lady Betsey J’s blog.

I’m having a total fashiongasm right now looking at this shit. The creativity from some people absolutely amazes me sometimes. As far as what I’m really wearing? U’ll just have to wait and see, all I know is it’s gonna be hellza cute ;o)

The Fierceness Known as Rihanna

31 Aug

If this bitch gets any more fierce (sorry I been listening to the gays a lot lately) I won’t know what to do with myself.

Mental Cleanse

31 Aug

So after 3 of my closest friends made feeble attempts, I decided to hop on the “cleanse” bandwagon. I already knew I had more chances of finding a unicorn in my backyard and riding that bitch to the Philippines than taking on the Master Cleanse so after seeing Rach do a fruit based cleanse, I figured, “I actually like fruit. This could work.”

WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.

I started yesterday and gave myself ’till 11:00am today to fold. And sure enough, just like clockwork at 10:59am I suddenly had a craving for kim chee beef fried rice, white tuna ceviche, guacamole and chips, sisig, and crab legs with garlic butter. Oh, and brown sugar with ginger swirl ice cream for dessert. At the very same time one of my bff’s gave up on his lemonade cleanse ‘cuz he started to get dizzy at work and couldn’t function properly, and I’m over here not surprised at all. Feeling dizzy and sluggish and all other sorts of horrible, is our body’s way of telling us, “Listen here dipshit. Stop being so goddamn lazy and hit the treadmill or substitute that Thousand Island with a vinegarette instead of drinking lemon juice, water, cayenne pepper, and maple syrup for 14 days u ass, WTF are u doing to me?”

I haven’t cheated yet. Matter fact, I’m still working on the ziplock bag of strawberries from breakfast. But as I stuff semi-sweet strawberries in my mouth imagining they taste like Boots ‘n Kimos banana pancakes with macadamia nut sauce I can’t help but roll my own eyes at myself.

I’m 5 feet tall, and average about 113 lbs and maintain a “normal” BMI. I know other women who are taller than me and weigh less, so by no means am I trying to say I’m fat. But while I know things could be worse, I am not happy with my muscle tone, especially on my tummy. Once again, I am not trying to lose weight. I simply want to lose the fat, and replace it with muscle. If I could gain weight in other places but keep my tummy flat and waist small I would. But we all know it don’t work out that way otherwise I’d be packin small C’s, and an ass that walks through the door 5 minutes after I do.

The point I’m trying to get at is; I don’t need this cleanse shit. And in my opinion, every single person I know that’s tried it didn’t need it either. I’ve been blessed with good genes and a freakishly fast metabolism so although it’s not as good as it used to be all I really need to do is run the lake maybe 3 days a week to counter my Hungry Man appetite, orrr simply eat smaller portions to counter my allergic reaction to the gym. Simple as that. If I would just stfu with all my excuses and learn some discipline I wouldn’t be eating strawberries right now knowing damn well I’m bout to beast it on some chicken tiki masala type shit at lunch.

I think cleanses are a good way to flush out ur body and rid them of toxins, but I wouldn’t suggest it to those trying to lose weight. A mental cleanse is needed for those who genuinely aren’t happy with themselves and want to lose weight and live a healthier life. I give major props to those who actually do the cleanse, stick to it, and see results.

But as for myself, I rather substitute the cayenne pepper with discipline, and the lemon juice with motivation. My God that sounds corny huh? Well whatever, all I’m sayin is a cleanse is not for me. But my motivation? For my future kids (and their friends haha) to look at me the way I look at my mom: energetic, healthy, and full of life even 20 years from now. Being able to wear a bikini and still look hot in it at 48 is an extra plus! And if u still insist on doing a cleanse or some sort of diet, I suggest the apple vinegar cleanse, Fergie tested and cousin Steve approved.

Now please excuse me while I figure out what to do with all the damn fruit in my fridge.

TGIF – Things I Will NEVER Understand Edition

28 Aug

  • Colored contacts on Asian and Filipina women (esp. purple, blue, green, and grey. and only because yall look so much more beautiful WITHOUT that shit)
  • LARPers
  • Moreover:
  • Skinny bitches who insist on calling themselves fat and fat bitches that insist on calling themselves thick. IT IS WHAT IT IS. Own that shit or do sumthn about it!
  • 30+ year old dudes that go to the club and front like they 25 knowing damn well they got a receding hairline under that Kangol
  • The phenomenon known as Ed Hardy
  • Why Clay Aiken felt the need to come outta the closet. Honey-child, we knew before u did but good lookin out
  • Hair in ur ass crack, WHY GOD WHY? I mean, it serves absolutely NO purpose!
  • If this is true, freaks of the world now u can grab a pack of stoges AND ur used school girl panties all at the same time woot woot!
  • 2 Girls, 1 Cup
  • The pen tool in Illustrator and Photoshop
  • Lipstick lesbians who only date butch ass dykes or gay men who only date trannies – umm hellooo??!!
  • People who order a non-fat, sugar free, soy latte with whipped cream on top
    Please feel free to share your own list!!

Fashion Friday – Just Kickin It

27 Aug

It’s My Party and I’ll Cry if I Want To

27 Aug

There are two times out of the year, where I start to feel really, really depressed. Valentine’s Day isn’t one of them. I actually love most holidays; Easter, Labor Day, Halloween. But it pretty much goes downhill after Thanksgiving. However, nothing compares to the self-loathe I feel that starts right about this time every year.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE birthdays … just not my own. If I’m not crying over the fact that I’ve wasted yet another year of my life, I’m worrying about people either not showing up or not having fun at my party – so I rather not have one at all.
In an attempt to resolve this love/hate relationship with my birthday in the past, I’ve traveled. For as long as I can remember, I’ve went out of town for my birthday. Vegas, New York, Hawaii, Vegas again, Hawaii again, and then just last year, Puerto Rico. It’s kinda like cheating. I get to party without any stress or pressure. I know, I know. There shouldn’t be stress or pressure period. And ur absolutely right. But this is an 8 year disease in the making, so bare with me ‘cuz if shit was easier done than said I wouldn’t have half the inspiration for the posts on this blog.
Up until today I had not planned anything this year. I mostly went over the possibility of locking myself in my room, and hiding in the closet until my birthday was over and it was just a plain old, ordinary Thursday. Then, because I’m such a fucking coward, I booked a 22 hour trip to Vegas like a crazy person. And while I know I’ll probably have a blast I still feel slightly horrible inside. Because my caring friends, and my concerned mom are all telling me that everything will be OK and to calm the fuck down, but I for the life of me CAN’T. So amidst my mini-anxiety attack at work, I came across this: 100 Ways to Live a Better Life.
And I swear it hit me like Rampage Jackson.
I highly suggest checking out that link, some of the best advice EVER. The funny thing is, none of this is new to me. I’ve read excerpts similar and have had friends tell me these exact things. But I guess the exact right words at the exact right time can work wonders on ur soul. I took lunch shortly after and it was amazingly yet oddly beautiful outside and I already felt somewhat better. Some of u might think I’m being dramatic, or call me a whiner. Make whatever assumptions u want. But the last thing I want people to think is that I’m ungrateful. I know that not many people have friends or family to celebrate with, what more live to celebrate their 28th. I know that instead of complaining over what I didn’t do this last year, I should be thankful for what I did do and focus on what I’m going to do in the year to come. But mostly, I know that instead of complaining over who doesn’t show up, I should instead be thankful for those who do.
Like I said, this birthday slump disease is something I’ve been infected with for more than 8 years now so there won’t be any overnight revelations going on. But like #21 on that list says: “Be better, Not Perfect.”

Twilight Under the Influence

27 Aug

I used to raise an eyebrow in the prescence of “Trekkies,” and make fun of LARPers, ‘cuz I mean COME ON. But ever since I’ve become obsessed with Twilight, I’ve been following the “To each his/her own,” creed to a T … (even though I secretly still think yall are fucking crazy.)

As u all should know by now, I am “unconditionally and irrevocably in love” with all things Twilight, and write for WTForks.com with 4 of the most awesome ladies you’ll ever meet. A few weeks ago, me and Rach, the Bay Area WTForkers threw a movie screening along with Hellz and Boogie at 111 Minna in the city. What started off with cupcake slave labor, a goodie bag sweat shop, empty wallets, high blood pressure, and a 33 gallon tub of white-chocolate-chex-mix, ended in 40+ WTForks?! readers coming through, the BEST movie snacks ever, an intense game of trivia, nut on Rach’s pants, Africa on mine, a crackin ass capacity hit after-party with a surprise visit from Too Short, extremely happy men who were in awe of the pussy-control Edward Cullen has on females, a 17 hour hangover, and a 33 gallon tub of white-chocolate-chex-mix.

And now that I am no longer throwing up or shitting out toxins, I can finally say that ultimately: GOOD FUCKING TIMES.

Peep the rest of the pics here, and stay tuned for more debauchery in the months to come.




See u in my Birthday Suit!

27 Aug

FUCK ME NOW.

27 Aug

Oh Christian, ur such a naughty, naughty boy.

All Falls Down.

25 Aug

I just wanted to let everybody know, that every once and while it’s OK to fall apart. It happens to the best of us.