woah.

i sorta giggled. this is some hardcore stuff!!!!!!!

directions for a booty call

i was using googlemaps and this was one of their advertisements.

weird.

the price is WRONG

ugh. this makes me NOT want to buy this diamond...

i'm not saying i could afford it... but this definitely makes me pretend NOT want to buy it.

i had to sit there and try to figure out how much that was. do you reallllllly need seven 9s??? if you add ONE PENNY to that... it's gonna be 100,000 dollars!!!!!

someone clean out this vent

so i went to the 99 cent store with my mother when i was down in san diego for the chinese new year. as i walked into the store, some shite flew in my eye and immediately turned my eye red. like, so red, my mom freaked out.

i told her to chillax and i decided to put some rewetting drops in my eye.

as i grabbed my bottle and tilted my head up to put the droplets in, my eye immediately honed onto one of the vents in the ceiling.

isn't this INSANE? i wish i saw the virgin mary's face or something instead...

i don't think this is funny at all.

okay, first off, i am NOT a member of peta. i actually don't care for their tactics. but i also don't think this is funny whatsoever. is this male machismo at its greatest? apparently everyone thought that this was funny in the locker room.

alls i know is that i ain't laughin'.


Jets locker room is 87% stinkier since Brett Favre's arrival

By MJD

That overpowering stench of death in the Jets locker room? Oh, never mind that. It's just a rotting animal carcass that Brett Favre stuffed into a bag and put in Eric Barton's locker. From The Fifth Down:

Favre is notorious for shenanigans involving lockers, and since his arrival to the Jets in August, the tradition has apparently continued. The latest victim? Barton.

Barton could not remember whether it happened last week or the week before. Nor did he know exactly what kind of dead animal Favre shot (presumably), bagged and dumped inside Barton’s locker.

Some teammates believe it was a wild turkey, but regardless, they all gathered around Barton’s locker and engaged in fits of laughter. The dead animal was inside a bag that was filled with blood and guts.

A wild turkey? That's not a bad guess. I think it was Ken O'Brien.

Whatever the unidentified murdered beast, I guess it's a good sign for the Jets. It's like that old saying ... you know you're starting to feel at ease around someone when you feel comfortable enough to kill an animal, put it in a bag, and stash it among their personal belongings. In his own special way, this is Brett fitting in.

south park and pasadena city college

i was watching southpark and suddenly i was like, "why does that t-shirt say pasadena city college?"

goooooo pcc!!!!

i hate bank of america

it is the worst worst worst bank ever.

once my credit card with them is paid off, i'm gone.

they have the WORST customer service ever!!!!!

seriously, they are all LIARS!

i'm not here to make friends!

http://www.fourfour.typepad.com/

hi, my name is butt. seriously.

i was in a nyc cab last year and i took a photo of my cab driver's id.

his last name is BUTT.

i was giggling the entire time.

would you still like me if i....

wear this while i drive?

1000 words

great...

i don't think i know what it means to be a friend.

malls

I HATE MALLS.

when i am bored in los angeles, there are few things i can do outside my home that is near me. one of the things i do is go to the mall. I HATE THE MALL. it's one of the few places that will temporarily distract me. although, when i say distraction, i mean, distraction by annoyance. i hate going to the same stores that are found in every WESTFIELD malls: old navy, the gap, hot topic, torrid, the body shop, hollister, frederick's of hollywood.

the other day, phillip and i were bored and so we decided that we needed to do something. so he said "lets do what you love to do... go to the mall." and that sorta bothered me. cause in the near decade that i was in nyc, i was in the manhattan mall maybe a total of five times... and in those five times, it was because i couldn't find the right exit for the n,r,q,w train and ended up on the escalators for the manhattan mall (the subway is connected to it for you non-new yorkers).

this weekend, phillip, ana, saul, and i went to the glendale galleria. i've only been there once before, for approximately ten minutes because juanita was looking for her wedding dress at macy's and the only macy's with the correct size was at the glendale galleria... so we got there ten minutes before closing time to pick it up. i don't even remember if she bought it.... but that was my only taste of g.g. before this weekend.

after trekking through the mall for THREE hours.... i decided that I HATE MALLS FOREVER.

the same stores in every mall... victoria secrets, the gap, the body shop, bath and body works, hollister, american eagle outfitters, a&f, frederick's of hollywood... i hate it i hate it i hate it.

i think i had a panic attack and broke down.

i went to southcoast plaza last year for about two hours. it's better than the other westfield malls... but every store is a mini-store. they had a gucci, ysl, chanel, etc... but they were mini-stores. it was nice, but at the same time, that mall mentality drove me insane. the ramps, escalators, mini-stairs, giant christmas tree, and that feeling of going in circles started to get to me and i left.

i think i'm slowly going crazy because of this.

someone send me a ticket to nyc now. or maybe even paris. i need to go visit paris tout suite.