(e:flacidness) I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! I'm right behind you, here's to three more decades. :)


These are from the after party... Classic gangxsta

With a guy who opens doors and treats me well... Plus not bad on the eyes. Oh yea!

I have a series of questions that I ask m on the first date:

Do you like seafood?

Do you like the beach?

Are you super religious?

Are you homophobic?

If they answer yea to the last two its just and go... And I pegged this guy to say yes. He has a gay brother and that makes me like him more. Two of my palest friends are gay and I think about whether or not they would like they guy on most dates. I also think about whether my mother or sister would like them... If I feel like one of these people would be strongly opposed, I cannot date that person. Not because I don't make my own decisions but because my family and friends are so important and there isn't any time to waste dating someone who won't fit right into the madness of my family and friends!


The seafood and beach questions are important because I just love seafood and think about it constantly... Beach as well.


Still moving to LA when I find a good job... Maybe this guy will last more than three dates. But it's kinda sad because I usually like one out of over 50 guys I go on dats with and I hate going on dates because men can be way more emotional and depressing than women, in a scary way.


I completed my brown mission... Now I'm addicted to being tan. Jersey shore Sarbear. :) Actually it would be like savage sarbear, my hair gets all crazy from being in the pool and I'm getting kinda dark so I look like a crazy island lady who spears her own fish.


I cracked the glass on my iPhone and I saw my uncle fixing one a few weeks ago. What he was doing was way more complicated, so I'm gonna get pink glass for the front and replace it myself. Cheers to DIY.

I haven't sunned in over a month... It's time to get brown. And maybe get noodles later...


Photos up from yesterday's adventure... I was hesitant to leave the house after a series of bad dates. This guy the other night proceeded to get drunk... And I wasn't monitoring his drinks because I'm not his mother. Anyway, he told he his life is terrible and lonely and this is as good as it gets.

Really???!! My life can be lonely in terms of a companion... But I think my life just keeps getting better. Not a fan of people who are complacent, but don't wanna change things for the better. This guy just went in on me, so I told him he's a downer and left.

I just can't with that... It was like the twilight zone. Second dates are for exchanging pleasantries and exchanging fun stories and letting your best show.

Now, I have moved on and deleted him because I can't deal with extremely sad people unless we have a family or friend bond in which case it's normal to disclose anything and everything!

Went to foodie spot Cowboy Chow, where they make cocktails that taste like flowers as bread that I want to eat and have with me all day. I also had buffalo carpaccio and duck sausage stew... I love food!

Oh and then I had a cupcake... So maybe today is a no food day. I do have another cupcake left... this is a problem! I also drank sparkling wine from a can and should have bought more because its the perfect mix of classy and tacky and a lil trashy and cute all in one and that's just maybe how I would describe myself... And smart too. It should be assumed sparkling wine in a can is smart.

Best show ever... Want to marry Jason Momoa. Sooooooo my type. Destination... Somoa.

Like now. I feel uncomfortable now that vacation is over. Too
Much free time can make the mind a scary place. Plus I'm creeping way too much... I should have been a detective. Can I say stalking is my hobby? Yea, I can. I'm stalking you... In the most polite way.


Mission: Move to Cali.





I will start tomorrow.


In San Fran solo... Random took my photo. Me with my uncle's Tesla... Pretty awesome ride. He likely has more in common with the car than me. Seriously... He is confused and upset by my girly-ness. I am confused and upset by his vegetarian ism and weird rich person high tech uppity- ness.

It's 2 am and I'm blogging about random crap. See? Must start working tons of hours and not have time to worry about how much extended family members like me. Zooey still loves me and that's what matters the most.


There are fruit flies in my house and they fly around me all the time and I swear I feel like a farm animal or something. It's a very disturbing feeling and its affecting my mental state.


I want to just play dress up all day and be a style blogger and get paid for it... I have a few cute new items and maybe if I decide to wear anything other than ts and shorts and leave the house I'll post.


I thought I couldn't stand my mom until I spent a week with someone else's mom and they annoyed me so much that I yearned for my mother's nagging.


And I still hate cats... And everyone has them. I will also never date or trust a man with a cat.


Ok... Gonna go back to reading the Cuba diaries because reading about people with nothing makes me feel very rich and well fed.