things i need: in my closet

Wildfox Couture printed shirt, $375 // Black cat shirt // Knit top, $45 // Pleated skirt // Pretty Polly suspender tight, $16 // Olympia Le-Tan plaid pleated skirt, $685

if i had $685 that plaid skirt would without a doubt be living in my closet. le sigh.

the best part of my new job in la is that we get to play dress up every freakin morning!! it's like having the biggest walk-in closet all to myself (well besides the other chicas). so yesterday, i wore that chunky black skull sweater (lf) and a vintage plaid skirt. kind of obsessed with it. kind of need to have it in my life for keeps.

working in la is so amazing. my dreams are finally becoming reality. now all i need is an awesome apartment in downtown la and i will be set for life.

what have you been coveting?

lesson learned

almost.

as crappy as my past relationships have been, i've noticed a pretty awesome fact. the shitty relationships are ending sooner than the last. i'm learning from the past and finally starting to see through the bullshit before it's too late.

that guy that my last post was about is a pig. i wasn't the only one being lied to and now that i know that i see how horrible of a person he actually is. at least this time only took a month. not 2 and a half years. i'm getting better at this dating thing.

last night scotch (chef) and i went out to celebrate my new found awesomeness. we played pool and i obviously had to take advantage of karaoke night (busta move is my go-to). met some cute boys that kept my mind off of the stupid one. successful night without a doubt.

you thought i was a b**** then?

look at me now!
reasons why i'm so much better than her:

1. i don't cheat.
2. i don't lie.
3. i have respect for people.
4. i don't stalk my ex's new girl's instagram then text him about it later.
5. i don't cheat.
6. i don't lie.
7. i have respect for people.
8. i wear the right color foundation and don't look half an oreo (the creamy side of course).
9. i don't look like an alien.
10. your friends actually LIKE me.
11. your friends actually want to hang out with ME.
12. i don't cheat.
13. i don't lie.
14. i have respect for people.
15. i would never live with you and not pay a single dime.
16. i would never fight in front of your friends.
17. i wouldn't fight with you over the most ridiculous things.
18. i wouldn't leave you.
19. i wouldn't start flirting with someone else because you aren't making me happy enough.
20. i don't cheat.
21. i don't lie.
22. i have respect for people.

hashtag justsayin!

v/h/s

the most important part of my post-breakup regimen is step 3. scary movies. i've had em all lined up and ready for mind-numbing action since last night. i knew i'd need more than just a nights worth of scariness. so far i've watched citadel, piranha, the innkeepers, and v/h/s.

lemme tell you sunthin! it takes a lot to make me interested in a scary movie and it takes a lot to make me say "what. the. fuck." v/h/s you did me good. highly recommend watching this one. it's like 50 awesome mini movies in one. and each is definitely had a "what.the.fuck" moment. watch it ya'll.

tunesday: gregory alan isakov

best way to come back to this blog is a post where i don't have to write. love this guy. sexy man, sexy voice. couldn't get better than this.

what's your favorite song of the week?

tomorrow.

i'm coming back to this here blog full force. i have a lot to say and i'm finally ready to say it.

i hate when i lose the inspiration to write or keep up with this puppy. what do you do in that situation?

i am not alone

happy birthday to my bestest (sam 2).

i still haven't quite jumped back into my blogging groove yet. i feel like i am spinning in circles so fast that my brain can't keep up.

tonight ultimately sucked. but the girls in my life that i love more than anything have held me up. sam 2's bday was tonight. it's crazy to think that we've been celebrating our birthdays with each other for almost 10 years. she reads me like a book and after the drama i had to deal with before her party, it was nice to have someone care enough to see that i wasn't 100%.

on the way home, i texted miranda who (true to her sex and the city counterpart) had "i am woman, hear me roar" advice. she tells me what i know and she knows that it does stick and it helps even though the truth freakin hurts.

and samantha. i know no matter where we're at in our lives, whenever we throw up the bat signal (or our c's) we'll always be there for each other. she texted me about the crap i dealt with today. she's the only one that knows all aspects of the situation. she made me realize that i need to channel my inner samantha. i need to be stronger than i've been before.

i suck at being patient and i suck at waiting, but knowing those 3 girls have my back and will hold me up when i can't stand on my own makes it much easier to deal.

belated halloween

me and wolverine (he looks beat up because i attempted to make him a zombie but after 10 drinks my make up skills are a little crappy)

i really have been alive this past week. see?! i was a nerd zombie for halloween (2 days pre-accident).

halloween was a bit of a turning point for this year. i had initially made plans the saturday before halloween to hang out with an oldish/newish friend that we will call wolverine. i've known him for around a year and a half so he gets to be on the blog before a "month." things fell through with the friends he was supposed to meet up with so i ended up going to rofl's house party. but, still invited wolverine.

the party was ok. lots of girls-that-should-not-be-wearing-that's. not really my thang. though it was quite entertaining to watch sexy school girls and ruffly booty short girls (why this is considered a costume baffles me) freeze to death. our little group for the night was the best by far. nerd zombie, a rock lobster, zelda, the green power ranger, and ash (that pokemon guy).

wolverine, his bff, and his bff's bitchy new friend that he met off instagram (ummm, really?) met up with our little group at my house and we all drank more and had a blast. by all i mean me and my group. wolverine's bff and bitchy-skanky-booty-short-kitty-kat were beyond rude and in the nicest of ways i told them it was about time they got the hell out of my house. i understood that wolverine was tipsy and chances were he would be much nicer when he sobered up so although i told them to leave, i didn't quite plan on not talking to him after.

rofl was the most entertaining. the best way to describe what he did while we hung out at my house is he made out with my air. he left no atom unloved.

p.s. yes rofl was the green ranger.

p.s.s. what awesome costumes did you all prance around in?

why i'm not voting

i really hate all of the drama that surrounds voting. i remember being in elementary school and getting yelled at by my mom for asking someone who they were voting for. i don't understand why there should be any secret. a vote is a vote and you should be proud of it.

which is why i'm not voting.

i can't find any reason to vote for either person. especially romney (no offense to all the romney lovers out there).

obama promised a lot. i was proud to vote for someone who really seemed like he was going to make a difference. yes, osama bin cray-cray was caught and killed but does that directly make a change to my life? nope. i want a president that really changes our lives and well-being.

romney, well, he's crazy by association. the things that come out of paul ryan's mouth scare me. i am completely pro-choice. if you have read this blog on the reg' for sometime you would know that is not something i would ever falter on. and as far as gay marriage goes, i will stand up for equal rights any day.

i'm sitting this election out.

why are/aren't you voting?

i needed a break

so much has gone on in the past week. it's been a bit overwhelming. so i took a step back from the blog in order to let my brain relax a smidge and to recharge my batteries.

i've probably said this before, but i shall say it again, when it rains it pours for me. always. last week i was driving home from la and rear ended the car in front of me. i don't think i have ever legitimately felt disappointed in myself till that moment. luckily, that whole mess of a car you see up there is still drivable...for now.

also, i'm no longer talking to miles. things didn't change. in fact, they got worse. i'm not down to ride the disrespect train for as long as i did with big or my shitty ex so i peaced out. i don't think he really understood the fact that when you are 5000 miles away you have to make more of an effort.

despite all that bull i'm happier with where i am at right now than i have been all year.