Hello from the other side

I was really craving a good juicy burger this morning, and there’s a fast food place nearby called Farmer Boys that serves up some good grub. I say “fast food” but there’s about a 5-10 minute wait after you order, whether it be through the drive-thru or if you go in at the counter.

Anyways, I got their avocado bacon burger (minus the avocado) and I was so hungry and impatient by the time that it came out that the guy handed me the burger and said “napkins are in the bag” and I said “you too!” as I hurried out the door.

And when I unwrapped that hot delicious burger, I whispered “Hello, it’s me”.

“So here’s my idea: let’s all stop being little fucks.

Respect other people enough to tell them the truth.

If someone makes you happy, tell them. If someone inspires you, tell them. If you’re not interested in someone, please just fucking tell them.

Don’t ignore people until they disappear.

It’s time we grow up and stop leaving people hanging with unanswered texts and cryptic social media posts.

Everyone is human and we’re all just trying to understand one another in this messy dating world, so stop treating a relationship of any kind like it’s a challenge to complete.

Be honest with other people about how you feel, and don’t get so lost in playing the game that you forget to extend that same courtesy to yourself.”

Melissa Moeller - “Why Modern Dating Makes Me Want To Punch Myself In The Throat”

4.21.16

As a kid, I would listen to "Raspberry Beret" and I always thought he was saying "Razz Beautiful Ray". I mean, I'm not even sure I knew what a beret was as a kid, y'know?

To this day, I still sometimes belt out "RAZZ BEAUTIFUL RAY" when I play that song because it seems fitting.

Prince was indeed a beautiful ray.

RIP Prince Rogers Nelson.

4.19.16

Since she knows I used to do wedding videography, a friend enlisted my help in finding a videographer in LA. 

Her wedding is taking place at Wright Ranch in Malibu, in the hills, and overlooks the ocean.

And all I can think about is how I had daydreamed about my would-be wedding in California somewhere. Probably NorCal.

Overlooking the ocean, while our dogs behaved and were a part of the ceremony.

And our families would fly in, and my LA friends who had become my SoCal family, would drive up for the weekend to share the day with us.

And then I shake my head and snap back to reality and I’m super helpful with advice and answering all her questions but seriously, YOU’RE KILLING ME, SMALLS.

“We are not in love. Not the way I’ve been told 
being in love feels like. But we have been sleeping beside each other for so many nights and I am the most beautiful doormat you have ever walked over.”

- Clementine von Radics, “This Is How We Lose Ourselves”

Sometimes I see a selfie post on my dash and I’m whoa how did you take that selfie? Like, you’d have to hold the camera at least 3 feet away from you, with making sure the Earth’s axis is tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane of its orbit around the sun, and I know you didn’t just use a selfie stick.

*whispers* Do you have a FRIEND?!

Control

I was outside with the dogs yesterday, and the wind was just howling.

I could feel my hair blowing around my face, and I was just picturing it flowing slo-mo like supermodel hair.

I ran around with the dogs and they were jumping and barking, and it was so much fun.

However, in reality, my hair was actually probably just limp and lifeless. For the last 5 years, I have experiencing noticeable hair loss and none of the treatments I have tried have helped.

That said, I was envisioning a whole different picture of myself, and that affected how I felt and how I interacted with the dogs.

The other day, I left the house feeling great. I thought I looked pretty - hot even - and I felt fabulous.

That confidence carried over to my interactions with people. I was smiling, I spoke loudly and clearly, I felt like someone noteworthy.

The reality of it, however, was that it was a rainy day and my hair was frizzy and poofy.

It gets so bad that I've referred to it as the "Vietfro".

I did not realize what my hair looked like until I got home and caught my reflection in the mirror.

However, that didn't matter because it was not how I chose to see myself.

If I can't even appreciate myself, what right do I have to expect others to appreciate me?

There are many things in life that we have zero control over.

However, we *do* control how we react to situations.

Why would we ever want to let that control be overtaken and overwhelmed by negativity?

I control my own happiness. And so do you.

I googled “best lingerie for petite women”

... because sometimes a lady wants to feel sexy. And so, the article said something about how you’re supposed to find lingerie that emphasizes your best features and I’m uhmmm I once ate a whole pizza by myself?