Happy Keanu Day and Happy Birthday today to this beautiful international treasure this cruel world doesn’t deserve but truly needs right now!
Happy Keanu Day and Happy Birthday today to this beautiful international treasure this cruel world doesn’t deserve but truly needs right now!
***updated 5/10/17–First up: apparently, I forgot to set the visibility to “Public” for this post until now (5/10). I had this post finished for weeks and I just noticed this! I always set the visibility to “Private” when I’m writing here, because most of the time I don’t finish up my post, and a half-assed, unfinished post is something I don’t want made public. (“But you’ve written some half-assed posts here before!”–you)
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What I adore about this time of the year (this time being April-May-early June) is Playoff Season!! Namely the NBA and NHL playoffs. And baseball season and the upcoming French Open, too? This sports hor is dripping right now. Although it’s not profusely–I still have to worry about my Penguins, and who knows how they’ll be vs those Caps in the upcoming round. Sure, they may have beaten them in last year’s playoffs (and, coincidentally, the Caps were also the President’s Trophy winners then, IIRC), but even I’m not naive to think lightning can strike twice for mah team (especially since they don’t have Letang and their kick-ass goalie from last year–although Fleury is holding up pretty nicely so far). But I’d like for it to!
By the way, if those SF Giants somehow make it to the World Series this year and win that shit again (and I’m doing my damndest to hold back laughs here), I’d like to reward the whole team with these:
Because the off-season is a whole lot more appropriate for athletes to participate in recreational activities involving things like this, don’t you agree, MadBum? (All jokes aside, goddammit, Bummy. I never thought I’d say that about you, but here we are.)
I had one of these recently:
I got it at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk; they’re called Tater Twisters, and they didn’t cost much ($5.25 for a fried spud stick). Yep, I was in Santa Cruz this past Sunday, and the drive to there was needed. See, I was in San Jose this past weekend for a business trip, and some things stressed the shit out of me during this trip. Since I finished up all my business on Saturday, Sunday was a good day for a getaway to the beach. I got to ride a few rides at the Boardwalk that I didn’t get to enjoy last time I was there (like Logger’s Revenge and the Cliff Hanger), and I was surprised that the Giant Dipper didn’t have that long of a line for its ride (you’d think that would be the case given that it’s Sunday, but no).
What I was irked from riding that historical coaster, though, was the couple that sat in front of me. Those slags had the nerve to hold their phones in their hands the whole time during the ride! How the fuck do you do that? And they didn’t even look excited–no screams or enthusiasm or anything! How do you not scream while riding a coaster? Why the fuck did they get on this ride in the first place??? If they wanted to spend some time on their damn phones, they could’ve spared themselves the dough it costs to get a ride card, and stayed home and Facebooked and selfied like the basic bores they are, all they wanted. (Do I really have to go on a rant on how cell phones are slowly sucking away the souls and spirits of some people?)
If anyone wants some bomb-ass ice cream, go to Marini’s. Preferably their pier location–I’m not sure about their locations on the boardwalk, but their pier location has this flavor called Dirty Paws. It’s caramel ice cream with Oreo bits and other sweet stuff mixed in, and it’s muy delicioso!!
It’s official: I AM CRAZY FOR MAKEUP!!! And I say that with all the emphasis because I’m finding myself going to Ulta and the makeup counters at Macy’s and Target more often. At Ulta, if I’m not painted (aka “sporting a ‘full face’ of makeup”), I will actually spend time there to paint myself. Primer, powder, eyeshadow, blush palette, the works. Because I’m vain and nuts, that’s why. (Though I won’t do mascara at the stores, since there is no way I’ll be using the store samples on my lashes. Who knows where that mascara wand has been.) Just yesterday, I now know why those Urban Decay Naked eyeshadow palettes are all the rage. I sampled their Naked3 palette, and, ooh, my eyes looked fierce the house down. So, yay, I found another place to throw my money at!
Did anyone watch last week’s episode of “RuPaul’s Drag Race” last week? I read what it was actually gonna be about through the Reddits, and immediately deleted it from my DVR. Why, Ru, why? Why did you allow that foolish idea of a challenge to be green-lighted?? Even Bianca Del Rio knows what’s up!
Whoever came up with that awful-ass idea needs to be FIRED. And whoever actually enjoyed that challenge needs to look at their life choices a little more closely. Is that what we get for glorifying stupidity and mediocrity for so long?
I saw this recent magazine cover that had this bland, blue-eyed blonde on its cover, and the cover line described her as the “American Dream Girl”. What fucking decade are we in, the 1950s?? I know there are some uptight assholes that do want this country to go back that decade (none of whom I voted for), but still. First Kate Frumpton on Vogue a few years ago, and now that shit? One of the reasons why beauty in American media is still ass-backwards.
You know the type that will bitch about how, for instance, so-and-so is not a good actor, but then stans for someone who’s not only the same thing, but has a more dubious personality than the person they keep bitching about? I do. Check who you stan for before you come for someone else’s acting (or singing or writing, etc.).
Cool store of the month: Cost Plus World Market! I’m actually going there for their food and clearance items. Oh, and their free samples of coffee and tea. (Now I don’t have to drive to the next town over to go to their Trader Joe’s for my free caffeine fix!) Recently, they had a lot of Easter items on clearance, and I was able to get some carrot spice pancake mix (originally priced at $6) for $1.25, and some shortbread cookies (which went for $3/box) for $3 for 4 boxes! I’d speak more highly of CPWM, but I also saw them selling some expired chow on their clearance shelves, and that’s disgusting. (Always check the expiration date on your food before buying it!) They also used to sell liquor chocolate candies last year, but I haven’t seen it recently. Bring back my whiskey-filled chocolates, dammit!
People magazine recently released their annual “Most ‘Beautiful’
Bores People” issue. Just like what they do for their “Sexiest Men Alive” issues, they went with a predictable, safe choice whom we’ve seen before. In this case, it’s the one person that’s been on their MBP covers the most: Julia “A Low Vera” Roberts. I actually had no problems with Julia up until I started reading about how she apparently stole someone’s husband from another woman and other cunty things. Yeah, nothing personifies “beautiful” like a husband-stealer. I will say that Julia still doesn’t irk me like other celebs, but now I know there’s another side to that toothy smile of hers.
I still don’t know why People no longer includes men on their MBP list. Then again, I shouldn’t be putting too much thought on a trash rag that gave a cover to celebrate Chump’s stolen election last year (hey, where was Obama’s People cover when he first got elected?), and used the words “slay” and “hot” when describing the weight loss of pedo slag Mama June. Along with (Out of) Vogue, almost all the fashion and tabloid rags out there, I’d prefer to see People fold. Until that happens, here’s my list of who’s beautiful to me this year. As always, my list not only includes men (for I think there really are some beautiful men out there), but is a list of actual beautiful people, both inside and out. It’s a little smaller than the last time I made one of these, and since I didn’t make one for last year, it’s because it would’ve been most of the same people from before. (I would’ve excluded Emily Ratasomething from 2016’s list. She became a booger to me right after I made 2015’s list. ) No spouse-stealers, pedos, talentless attention trolls, social media “stars” (ahahaha, those special snowflakes really think they’re stars, huh?), and Chump supporters allowed.
Beauty awaits for you after the jump!
Despite this year overflowing with unprecedented fuckery of the highest (or lowest?) order, I still managed to have some love for a lucky few. It’s that time again: my annual end-of-the-year crush list!!!
10) Justin Clynes
My male model of the year…and you can see why! I haven’t looked at fashion mags lately (can you blame me?), but if that’s not his fine ass fronting designer wear and smelly cologne, then it’s further proof that both the modeling and fashion industry are in the shitter right now. How can they let a fine specimen like Justin go under the radar while hyping up that dull-faced bore Bella Hadid to no ends?
9) Jason Momoa
Also another industry that’s currently crap: Hollywood. Why? Because they’re not giving us more Momoa! (And Idris Elba and more full-frontal male nude scenes as well.) And damn that Lisa Bonet, who gets to ride him whenever her cooch desires. (Seriously, she has one lucky cooch. First Lenny Kravitz in the late 80s-early 90s and now Momoa.)
8) Kate McKinnon
She took on Hillary (a skit I would’ve loved to have seen for the next four years but…horseshit), she tackled Bieber, and she made Saturday Night Live funny again. And I didn’t know she was a looker as well! Schumer who? Kate was the real Funny Lady this year.
7) The Ab-Fab Ladies!
Sweetie dahling, I have a confession: I’ve heard of Edina and Patsy for years, but…I never watched their show until this year. (“Sacrilege!”–you, as you gasp in shock) But, hey, better late than never, and I’ve gotten so hooked on AbFab, I had to buy their DVD set! Their fabulousness has been so infectious, I’m currently swigging down some Bolli as I write this! (“No, that’s what you always do when you’re here.”–you)
(She’s that amazing she needed to be shown twice.)
Drag Race fans will say she was robbed of the crown in All-Stars 2. But her presence that season stole our hearts. She was already fun-loving in Season 7, but I felt like she flourished as a drag performer in AS2. Granted, she didn’t win a lip-sync or the $10K that came with it, but in an exciting season of eclectic fashion, tongue-popping bitchiness, and a PayPal reference, our favorite Russian hooker won many, many more fans. Also, I got her autograph at DragCon earlier this year!! Everybody say it with me: yaaaaassss!
5) Jacob DeGrom & Noah Syndergaard
My dream “swordfight” in my mouth! While Jacob’s game slid this year (compared to last year), Noah pitched himself into Cy Young consideration. Nonetheless, they were both equally excelling in rocking my ovaries, and for that I would love to reward them
with my throat.
4) Sidney Crosby
Seven years had passed since The Kid last hoisted the cup. But he didn’t need to be a Stanley Cup champion every year to be on my Crush list, of which he is always on. Everything about him, from that sweet face and personality to his fierce game and hot bubbly ass, hits my five-hole. I will admit that winning a cup this year raises his hotness ten-fold. Because nothing makes me my lady parts swoon with glee than a crush object of mine winning something major!
3) Ashley Graham ❤
What’s better than a hot brunette? A hot brunette with a bangin’ figure. And Ashley has that in spades. Hers is a body-ody-ody that needs to be more represented in mainstream fashion and entertainment. And, after the likes of Emme and Mia Tyler who tried to make plus-size models mainstream, it seems like Ashley is the one not only to do so, but is making it so right now. This year, she scored the covers of Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit Issue, Glamour, and Cosmopolitan–of which she became the first “big girl” to front their covers. And 2017 seems to be going in the right direction for her, as you can currently see her lovely mug on UK Vogue. Will the American edition be next? (As much as I adore her, though, I can’t bring myself to buying an issue of Vogue. Because.)
2) Keanu Reeves ❤ ❤
I know what you’re probably thinking…WHAAAAA?!?! He’s not your tops this year?!? Well, hear me out: he is still tops, in a way. I still have the most fap fantasies over him than anyone else on this list. (The AbFab ladies are at a distance second, by the way.) And he’s still bangin’ at 52 (!) years old. (Take that, Johnny Depp! And, yes, that pic of him is a very recent one. Maybe some filter used but still that’s 52 and HOT DAYUM.) Plus, he had a movie named after him this year! And, despite his star revival, he remains a humble, beautiful person inside and out, which is something I can’t say for the majority of HoWood. So why is he not up top this time around? See what I wrote for my number one. Which is…
1) Adore Delano!! ❤ ❤ ❤
OK, so how did a chola party queen from Azuza top this list that also had Keanu and Sidney and Ashley and Keanu? Easy. Be a crush object that I get to meet in real life! (She’s quite tall in person, and her waist, even without a corset, is small. I know this because when I touched her waist to see if there’s a corset, that’s how it felt.)
Adore had me intrigued from first sight. In drag, she is true to her persona, showcasing a style more convenient and real than the fully-cinched, pageant glamour drag we’ve been accustomed to when it came to the typical drag look. Her going out there sans corset and dressing like a lost member of Bikini Kill? Why not?! Seeing Adore out of drag, however, had me fannin’ mahself. And after reading this little bitty from her, maybe there is some hope for me, after all!
Condragulations for topping my list, Adore! You’ve won bragging rights for all of next year. Now prance, mah queen!
This GIF has nothing to do with the Leap Year; I tried to find some good GIFs for this special day but wound up with stuff from a movie called “Leap Year.” The GIF is actually for me ’cause funny, and for Leo DiCaprio for finally winning dat Oscuh. He’s probably partying just like this at the Vanity Fair Oscar party as I write this. You go, Leo!
By the way, this year’s Oscars has got to be one for the books. As in, the Books of Pure Fuckery. It was both dull and a mess like the antics of Phoebe Price. For one, there was that dumb ticker scroll at the bottom of the TV screen for all the winners in an attempt to shorten the speech time (thus they list all the people they wanted to thank). Like that worked. The show still went on for 12 hours. If they were going to shorten some things, how about that Girl Scout cookies skit Chris Rock did? If anything, it should’ve been axed. Then that extra time would have been used for the speeches of the winners in the major categories, whom I’ve heard were getting cut off by that pesky orchestra.
If I were to give out an award for Most Puzzling Moment at the Oscars, it would have to go to the moment when Vice President Joe Biden spoke for sexual assault victims, before introducing, of all people, Lady Gags (typo and it stays) and her musical number. You know, the same Gags who enjoyed working with the vile likes of R. Kelly, Creepy Richardson, and Rick Ross–ALL of whom were accused of rape. The runner-up for this award, though, would go to the Stacey Dash appearance. In that case, Clueless isn’t just the name of a movie.
And here was the bit I couldn’t forget (and stop laughing over): the end music to the show. I kid you not, here’s what the show played:
From “Do The Right Thing” to one of the least-diverse (in terms of nominees) Oscars in years, this song works for any occasion! This better be on the soundtrack in the next all-white (and a couple of minorities) A-list rom-com movie!
I have come to the conclusion that I’d rather deal with a basic bitch than a fake bitch. At least with a basic bitch, I can work with her and turn her into a fierce bitch. But I cannot deal with fakes.
That being said, can the NHL Network replace those two basic blonde bitches they got for female correspondents? Especially that one chick with the squished face who’s always wearing short, tight dresses. Yeah, I can see why she got the job. The network is better off having drag queens as their correspondents. Then again, everything is better with drag queens. I’d tune into my local news more often (provided that they shut it with their endless reporting on that orange combover some people call Trump) if Raja and Raven were doing the news.
Speaking of drag queens, I can’t stop watching RPDR. And I cannot wait for their marathon starting this Thursday, as well as this upcoming season! The marathon is great because they’ll be re-airing episodes from Season 6, which has none other than my current favorite sexpot (besides Keanu and MadBum), Adore!!!
Oooh, I want his whore mouth to talk to me…
And speaking of crush objects, I recently bought Sports Illustrated’s “Swimsuit” issue. Why?
That’s why! Ashley is looking fantastic, and, I have to say, the pics inside don’t look too bad. I’m still not a big fan of low-rise bikinis, and some of the pics reek of photoshop, but it’s nothing compared to what the magazine does when Kate Upton is in their pages. So, two questions beg to be asked. 1) If the magazine thinks their models are near-perfection, then whyyyyyy do they keep on airbrushing them? In this year’s issue, I’ve seen some shrunken waists atop large hips (hahaha, like that model has that in real life), and no nipples. And 2) The magazine seems to be pushing for a more diverse collection of bodies, and a celebration of all shapes…so whyyyyy the airbrushing??? It’s ridiculous.
By the way, I read some model in the magazine talking about “how to take a great selfie.” Ugh, these no-surprise tramps. You models of today can brag about how many Instagram followers you got, but you’ll never be a Claudia or Christy, both of whom have careers that happen to be pipe dreams for you chicks.
Oh, and STFU Cheryl Tiegs.
I have this disgusting pimple on my right wrist and I’d love to pop it…but it’s also sensitive to the touch and it’s late at night now, and I’m not going to abuse myself like that at this hour. Maybe I’ll get the nerve to do so if I imagine the pimple being someone I loathe. Like Justin Beaver. (And why the fuck is that hack on the cover of GQ this month? I swear, GQ has been shit in their covers in the last year. Then again, almost all the covers for Conde Nast magazines are worthy to go straight to the recycle bin. Or burned on the spot, in some cases.)
This year marked the fourth year in a row that I had to work a Valentine’s Day. Being in the industry that I’m in, the only ways I can escape working on V-Day is if it happens to be my scheduled day-off (if I’m that lucky with my schedule), or if I’m too broken to massage. I swear, all of V-Day weekend was one couples’ massage after another. Sure, I made a buttload of money that weekend, but I honestly felt like I was going to keel over in the middle of my 3rd session on V-Day. (And if I collapsed on the guest, I would’ve told them it’s a new massage technique: the “body slump tapotement.” I can channel my tired-ass lack-of-energy to you, so that you pass out on my table, too.) I don’t know how I got the energy to do my last one of V-Day, but I’m glad I survived. And thankful for medical mary jane. Thank gawd I had the 15th off (and hooray that my weekday job takes President’s Day off) to relax and get myself a massage.
So, the Warriors keep winning, and I’m actually getting bored of them winning…but the way they win their games sometimes is entertaining. Case in point:
Raise your hand if you thought they were going to lose that one. I don’t blame you.
It looks like former crush object of mine Tim Lincecum won’t be returning to the Giants this year. It was to be expected. If you told me five years ago that this was going to happen to him, I would’ve kicked your ass ‘CAUSE YOU A HATAH. I will say that this current Giants team, even during this Spring Training, already feels weird to me, and it’s because he’s no longer around. He was the guy, after all, that turned me into liking baseball and, consequently, the Giants. He was the guy that made the team interesting after the Bonds era and before they started winning World Series trophies. That, along with his then-bangable hotness, is something that cannot be forgotten. May Timmy pitch well again, be healthy, and happy wherever he chooses to play this year.
Like, seriously, you can’t forget this shit at all (from the 2011 Spring Training).
***UPDATE 3/4: and just when I thought I published this, I did…but forgot to switch visibility from “private” to “public.” That’s why you’re seeing this entry now than on its published date. (I always write my pieces under the private setting. Because just in case I click on update to save my work and it happens to be unfinished, at least I spare you guys from reading something unfinished and nonsensical. Though I may have an entry or three like that around here…)
Just in time for Valentine’s Day this year: a brand-spanking new crush object for me!
Adore Delano, drag queen extraordinaire/Season 6 runner-up queen of “RuPaul’s Drag Race”/the fantasy in my head while I hump my pillow tonight! She’s the reason why I’m firing up the YouTube lately to go watch Season 6 episodes (before they get rudely taken down) of RPDR and I cannot get enough of her. And him. I mean, look at him! If you’re not fanning yourself after seeing that adorable mug of his, then you must think Justin Beaver is sexy (boooo you!).
It’s been two years since Season 6 of RPDR, and I’m just now catching up on some of its episodes. But I first caught Adore, not from watching her, but on Dlisted, when she was the header pic of her Birthday Sluts thread two years ago. (And hahahahaha on that poster who called her “Ronald McDonald’s daughter.” That shit still cracks me up.) Nearly a year later, she did a guest spot on a special episode for Season 7, and that was where I got a good whiff of her. (But not her tights, thankfully.) Girlie was rocking some glamorous goth shit and there was something about her that screamed ditz. In the good, Kelly Bundy way. I’ve come to the conclusion that pretty much everything that comes out of her mouth is GIF-worthy and should be etched into marble and displayed in a museum. To wit:
And, of course…
As I am with all drag queens, I’m always in admiration over a guy who has better makeup and wig skills than this chick who’s happy with her discount-bin Party City wigs and wearing her $1 NYC lipstick and nothing more, thank you very much. But when I see some of them out of their drag, some of them get me hot. There was Violet Chachki and Pearl before, and now there’s Adore. Oh my gaaaawwwwddd, what I would give to experience those pretty, pretty lips of his…
And yet I’m more likely to whore around with the married star athlete Jacob DeGrom as opposed to La Delano because, sadly, those pretty, pretty lips of his don’t swing my way. Must this be the story of my life? The guys I want are either taken, unattainable, or gay. If this shit isn’t included under the definition of “sexual frustration”, it should be.
Underneath the fierce bitchiness that gets me grinning is a vulnerable side that makes me want to hold her and nurture her. (Yes, I said nurture. This bitch has that side, too.) I’ve seen two episodes where she gets emotional and…wait, hold up…she was in the bottom two at one point?!? Ugh, thank goodness the judges wised up and saved her and kept her on till the finals. Otherwise, I and the rest of this world probably would’ve never known of this hottie in the first place, and that would’ve been a major crime!
(Well, whaddya know, the rest of the world–except me–did know Adore way before she did RPDR, for she was on American Idol years ago. I say “except me” because I never watched that show. Got’dayum, he was so fine then, too.)
And now I shall leave you with a best-of compilation video of my newest crush object. If you hear something breaking tonight, it’s probably the sound of my bed, falling apart after me humping on my pillow hard because ‘DIS GURL. Yes, I would with her in drag, and I soooo would with him, even if he keeps saying “party” and “Libra” a hundred times. And if he says that shit too much, there’s always the ball gag for that, because Scorpio here.
It’s that time of the year again! My annual roundup of my top crush objects of the year! And if you already know who’s going to top my list this year, well…maybe you’re right. Or not. Go read on.
Who am I to not even make a mere mention here that I was going to take my birthday vacation last week, let alone post about my vacation on a day I’m feeling worn-out? (And not worn-out in the good way, like I would be if I was the meat in a Jacob deGrom-Noah Syndergaard sandwich fueled on weed. More on these two later.) Thank the pumpkin spice coffee for giving me the jolt to write; the coffee was a gift from the host of the vacation property I stayed in last week.
And where, pray-tell, did I take my vacation at? Wait for it…wait for it…
Yes! Well, where else was I gonna go on the budget I had? Damn that slow period I had in mid-September that had me traveling on a tight wallet. But that didn’t mean I didn’t have fun, nor stayed at a cheap-ass place. Oh no, honey. This was my birthday, and I know how to treat myself without breaking the piggy bank. I found a cozy pad on the Airbnb that granted me the whole space to myself, complete with private entrance, and views of downtown LA, the Hollywood sign, and (on a clear day, which was the case in all but one day of my trip) a bit of the ocean. I didn’t bother going anywhere most of the day on my special day, I had some Pink’s hot dogs for lunch that probably increased my waist line after I ate them, the Mets won that day, and Speed was also on. I didn’t even give a fuck about that I had only one Facebook “friend” that wished me a happy birthday. That would’ve fazed me if I was an FB hor, but I haven’t said a damn thing on it in months.
(It was good day?!? LOLOLOL.)
Of course, I chose to find other ways to spend like a rich bitch. Besides splurging on Pink’s hot dogs (shut up, I don’t get this stuff in Nor-Cal) and driving around for fun (thus wasting gas, making me an LA girl at heart), I had to go to Amoeba Records on Sunset. My weakness is their old magazines section; you can find old $1 mags in their bins in good condition. They also had collector mags lined up along the registers up front. And when I saw this issue for sale:
I said in my head, while trying to stop a potential flood in my panties, “YOU’RE MINE.” Screw a birthday cake; this magazine cover was all the sweetness I needed.
I went to the WeHo Halloween Carnaval as well. I’m surprised I survived this one. Parking was shitty, as was the traffic (and, yes, I may have arrived late, but I arrived late before, and never saw it this bad). The costumes weren’t as wild as they were in the previous two years I’ve seen them (yep, I’ve been going to this thing for three straight years now because I’m crazy), though I will say that the guy dressed as a desk was fun. (He had a plate on top of him with candy for us strangers to take.) Oh, and the dudes that dressed up as Bill and Ted. You know my ass would’ve been all over the guy as Ted (he really had the look down) if Bill wasn’t his boyfriend. I sadly saw a fight broke out and people already getting hung over hours before the event ended (and I have to ask: who the fuck allows others they know to get wasted hours before the party ends? Pace yourselves next time, damn lushes.). And I think a lot of people chose to go as cell phone addicts this year; no wonder the costumes weren’t as amazing as they were before! So…same time next year for me? We’ll see. As much as I can still stomach large crowds, my disdain for them gets a little stronger as I get older.
You know what I’ve noticed? Since the World Series was happening during my birthday vacation, the one day I chose to watch the game in full was the one game the team I was rooting for (the
Mess Mets) won. All the other games I watched partially, then left because I wanted to go elsewhere, and they ended up losing! But don’t blame me for my adopted playoff team losing; one of their dudes got jinxed with this! And, by the way, this WS was quite underwhelming compared to last year’s. Putting aside my love for the Giants, last year’s had all the memorable pomp and circumstance that needs to be in every WS. A team on the verge of establishing themselves as a modern dynasty. Another team with a chance to end a long drought. MadBum! A Game 7 win on the road by the away team! What the hell did this year’s WS had? A team that choked away leads to a team that barely put up a fight! If last year’s WS was like the Christy Turlington of World Series (in which there were moments where you were witnessing something beautiful, historical, and memorable), then this year’s was like Gigi Hadid–absurd, annoying at times, and underwhelming compared to last year’s, in which you don’t get its hype that only die-hard fans of the winning team find interesting and memorable. (I almost compared this year’s WS to Cara Delawhatever, but I have some respect for the series and refuse to associate it with something repulsive and ugly.) And, yes, it’s tough to remove this Giants hat off my head.
I still want to get my Vanessa Del Rio on with these two. ❤
I drove back home on a day it happened to rain periodically. I like taking the 101 north back home (don’t care if that’s the long route; I’m in it for the scenic views), but thanks to some dumb accident at the Gaviota pass, I ended up driving all the way back to Santa Barbara to take the 154 north. Let me tell you: you haven’t lived until you’ve driven through that route, up in the mountains, while it’s pissing heavy rain on you. It’s sad that the shitty weather just had to happen on my travel day, because I’m sure the views along Hwy 154 are gorgeous.
You know what? I don’t think it’s being worn-out that I’m feeling. I don’t know if it’s an actual term, but if not, I’m gonna call it “vacation hangover.” You know, being used to traveling and enjoying myself and then going home and readjusting yourself to home life and feeling weirded out from it. The only cure to this kind of hangover is being on vacation forever. Or not taking a vacation at all. Guess what my hedonistic ass would choose.
Pardon my caps-lock, but THIS BOOK IS EVERYTHING.
I don’t know why some people choose to use the term “bae”, nor know what the hell it means. (You youths and your terms to make you seem cool and distance yourselves from us olds who, at least, had the decency to call our ecstasy “ecstasy” and not something dumb butt like “molly.”) I’m still experiencing symptoms of vacation hangover as I write this, thus I can’t come with any more shit to add to this bout of randomness, so I’ll leave you with this.
Please. I’m worth that much (at least). He needs to be discounted, by 75% at least.