What If...

you had a wild night out (yes, sort of like last night) where you were the life of the party, everyones eyes were on you and your hot ass friends shaking their money makers. You meet some fine lad who is ready to whisk you away in his volvo chariot, you get back to his place start the make out, the clothes are peeling off, sex may or may not have been had.You wake up a little dazed, obviously confused and when you roll over to your dismay this is the state your once prince charming is now in...


I mean really is it worse to snore or look like this. I think any girl would choose snoring over the chin hammock look.

I Love French Films

Ladies ETIQisforcutETTE

I never claimed I could write well. Eloquently detailing my weekend adventures, morning ramblings or one-liners, I tend to leave to my friends. One friend in particular. I guess my response to another friends party invite was oh-so-tera-appropriate. At the time, it was exactly how I felt and didnt really think twice before quickly typing my three word response and sending away. You can read a little shout out for yourself at my eloquent ladies blog HERE

I like that my awkwardness humors others.

And this is how it's done

I try not to make too many plans on the weekend. Sometimes its to my benefit (like this weekend) and I end up doing anything and everything I want. I have to admit that I haven't seen the Olympics in probably 10 years, so when my friend invited me over to an 'Opening Ceremonies' party I thought we were going to an Opening Ceremony sample sale. The only thing that pulled me out of my devastation that I wasn't getting new fancy things, was the heart shaped vegan pizza she made.



The weather was perfect on Saturday so I met up with a good friend to go on a little motorcycle ride/estate sale adventure. Let me give fair warning here and say that buying things to transport on a motorcycle is not the best idea. But it was fun...so meh. Oh and of course, you look cute doing it.



This is my tough face.


This is my not so tough face.

And to finish the whole weekend off, I did a little Griffith Park hike with the ladies. Complete with a dance off, a song about underage pee pee and my new found ability to leap like a gazelle.

While You Were Sleeping...

I seem to be having the most intense dreams. Don't worry, I wont bore you (or the few of you) with the drawn out confusing re-telling of my dream from the nights passed...but really why do we have such insane dreams when life seems to be in order?