at work today, my ex ex bf calls me...my secretary fails to screen my calls so i'm forced to talk to him...it totally catches me off guard...
so he's like, "someone told me that you're blogging about me."
i'm like, "don't worry about it...u don't take up that much space in my blogs...besides, my blogs just discuss how much i don't like u when i do take the time to even write about u."
he's like, "so u really write about me?"
i'm like, "who is telling u about my blogs?"
he answers, "no one."
i reply, "why don't u just fucking tell me who is telling u about my blogs cause i know i ain't friends with your friends and if they read my blogs via my facebook page, then i'm deleting them from my facebook page cause i seriously don't want any contact with u."
he responds, "okay...fine, my brother. do u write about your last ex bf too?"
i'm like, "actually, yes, i do...i write about everyone and don't worry, you're not all that special."
i then start going on a rampage, "dammit...u gotta stop calling me."
ex-bf, "i thought we were friends."
me, "we are not friends...i said we could be friendly but we are definitely NOT friends. if u want to contact me cause u need me and it's not a fucking emergency, just email me. i don't have anything to say to u."
ex-bf, "dude, you're sooo dramatic...i just called to say hi. what's wrong with that?"
me, "i'm DRAMATIC? well, you're a fucking douchebag. now we're EVEN. let's make this clear, we are not friends...i'll be friendly with u but please don't call me just because...it's pointless."
ex-bf, "uh...okay."
we then hang up the phone.
i swear, i guess it's my own damn fault...i should never have allowed my ex-bf to take me out to dinner for my bday a couple weeks ago...now he thinks we're friends...i guess i was basically asking for it...honestly, the reason why i even allowed myself to grab dinner with him cause i wanted closure...not relationship closure but closure of a different sort cause my last phone call to him prior to my bday dinner was me screaming at him about how much i hated his guts and i hate ending things with people on not so nice terms...so over my bday dinner, i was as nice as i could be and because of that, he thought i wanted to be friends and be like best buddies...hopefully, today's phone call really is the be all and end all of this very VERY long break-up.
and of course, the fact that it has been a very long break-up is totally my own fault too...basically, my ex ex bf and i broke up like a year and a half ago...after i broke it off with him cause he was a total cheap ass douchebag, i started dating this new douchebag who apparently was verbally and physically abusive so i began to sought solace in the arms of my cheap ass douchebag ex ex bf [which was a totally dumb move on my part]...i figured my cheap ass douchebag was better than my new current douchebag bf cause at least he would never lay a hand on me or threaten to "throw me down some stairs" if he got mad...i know, i'm really good at picking out winners to be with...after breaking up with my last bf cause i could never forgive him for the abuse i realized that my ex ex bf still annoyed me..so anyway, to make a long story short, i basically kept my lame ass ex ex bf around vs. just really ignoring his calls because i felt guilty for using him when i was going through a bad time with my last ex-bf and so because of this, he continues to be around in some form cause he doesn't understand when i say, "i hate u...like really, and by hate, don't care for u anymore." and of course it's my fault that i pick up his calls...i just can't bring myself to ignore someone's calls unless of course it's a telemarketer...
anyway, so while i'm like having this conversation at my ex ex bf where i'm like totally yelling at him on the phone, this copy records guy is in my office copying one of our patient's chart...after i'm done with the phone call, i tell the copy guy that i'm sorry for totally throwing a spaz in my office with him being there but i really had to take care of that call...the guy is like, "well, you're a beautiful girl...you're bound to attract a lot of men and they can't all be winners, you'll get some crazies after u." i'm like, "yeah...sure." i wasn't expecting the copy guy to say that to me...i was thrown off guard...like whoa...okay...and then the guy continues to like compliment me...he's like, "you must get a lot of guys...you seem really great." and i'm like, "uh...i gotta go now." so i leave my office...i guess i was once again asking for it...i knew i shouldn't go into work looking soooo damn sexy...i was wearing this t-shirt with my ucla sweatpants, my coke bottle glasses, and my hair tied up in a messy bun...and of course i paired the entire outfit with my uggs...u could even compare my hotness level to maybe a megan fox...haha...
okay...so that was basically my work day...i know...a day in my fucking life...it's that glamorous!!! xoxox....
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
my last nite...i really need to stop the drama...xoxo...
i seriously need to cut out the drama in my life....like seriously...i mean, drama ensues with something as innocent as a bday dinner....
so yesterday, i managed to spend a good thirty minutes finally doing some office work and the next two hours napping....yes, i'm very efficient...anyway, my girlfriend [I] calls me up cause she wants to take me out to celebrate my bday before we hit our friend, K's, bday party at Social in Hollywood...i was of course, like, sure, that sounds like fun...
my bf and i pick up my friend and her man Guitar [yes, that's really his name...i wish i was genius enough to make it up...coolest name like ever!!!] and we go grab sushi in Montrose at this place called Blue Fish [or i think that's the name...can't exactly remember]....anyway, as we're waiting for our table outside the restaurant, it kinda sprinkles a little bit...i'm like, "shit, should we just get a table inside cause it might rain vs. just grabbing the first available table?" Guitar is like, "yeah, that's a great idea." but after waiting for half an hour and with the possibility of getting to the club too late, i decided to just go with the first available table which obviously was outside...upon sitting down, we inform the waitress that it might rain and she tells us that she'll give us the first available table inside...i'm like, coolios...
so we order a bunch of food and of course, as soon as our entrees come out, it begins to sprinkle...completely freaks me out and i'm like, "this is bullshit....i am SOOO not gonna eat with rain water on my fucking food." i tell the server and she's like, "there's no tables yet." i was like, "well, can u have the food brought to the kitchen while we wait for a table cause i don't want to be eating with it sprinkling on and off?" i swear, it took like 5 minutes until she did something about it...she was like, "it's not raining now" and i was like, "i told u, it's sprinking on and off." i mean, i swear, what is up with my servers this weekend?
anyway, so while all this is going on, some lady who was waiting for a table makes a comment directed to my group and says, "it's not raining so much. why don't u just hurry up ane eat?" and i'm like, oh no she didn't...fucking stupid bitch...i'm gonna cut her...and by cut her, not do anything cause i don't wanna get arrested for assault...i just looked at her and was like, "why don't u guys take our table and eat out here with the offchance of rain?" and under my breath, i said, "u stupid bitch"...she then says, "yeah, maybe we will." and then her old husband or father gives me a dirty look and i glare at him back...
so after like ten minutes, we finally get a table indoors and we finally get to eat our meal...as i was eating, i was like, "they better not seat that stupid bitch and old guy next to me...i'm soooo gonna have a cow. i also bet that they won't take a table outdoors if it was offered to them cause who is gonna want their meal ruined with rain on it?" that couple ended up being seated two tables from us which was lucky for them cause i was ready to like totally throw down...and by throw down, give them dirty looks and eat my meal in silence...honestly, i was upset cause i felt she had no right to say what she said cause she didn't want to wait longer for her fucking table...and it upset me cause my friends and i had been waiting like close to an hour for our table until we were finally seated...i mean, if i saw people eating and it began to sprinkle, i would completely understand if they wanted to go inside and i woudn't make comments to make them feel bad about it...
all in all, my dinner was not bad besides the fact that i almost got in the biggest fight of my life...haha...after dinner, i finish off my prednisone [yeah, it was my last day of having to take it] cause i need to take it on a full stomach...which of course quickly became a bad idea...
as we head to the club, i make my bf stop by a rite aid cause my stomach was killing me...i swear, within 20 minutes of taking prednisone, i was dying...i don't get why other people tell me it's great cause it makes them fat and lets them eat, but it makes me have stomach issues all day and when i finally do eat so i can take the damn drug, i can't keep food in...i swear, it's more like a fucking laxative...i'm also all wired during the nite and can't sleep so i'm like all grouchy during the day...okay, i'm reading the side effects on the drug's pamplet...it basically says u can get stomach upset [check], headache [check], dizziness, trouble sleeping [check], or weight gain may occur. it also says u can get puffy face, seizures, trouble breathing, irregular heartbeat, along with a host of other crazy things...it's like when u watch those drug commercials for the pill, or lowering your cholesterol medication, or medication for depression, etc. and it's like the side effects are worst the the actual symptoms that you're trying to cure for...
okay, honestly, i shouldn't complain, my rash is seriously going away and i guess the benefits do outweigh the side effects that i've had to deal with this past week...
anway, back to my story...so i run out of the car and into the rite aid and try to make a mad dash to the restroom and the rite aid employee tells me the women's restroom key is missing so i'd have to use the men's restroom...i'm like, oh no...my nightmare is coming true...so i get my ass into the men's restroom and lock the bathroom door and it's soooo damn disgusting...the toilet is moving and totally crusty...the bathroom smells, the floor is not cleaned and there is NO fucking toilet paper...i stand there for a second and want to cry...like really badly...but i chalk it up...grab some toilet seat covers and deal with it...
and of course, when i go to wash my hands, there's no fucking soap in the dispenser...i finally manage to make it out of the restroom where my bf and my friends are waiting for me...i swear, i'm such a fucking disaster...
we finally make it to the club in which we are on the guestlist which is retarded cause the guestlist line was longer than the normal line, but whatever...we ended up waiting like 30 minutes so it wasn't too bad...my bf grabs me an OJ/cranberry drink and i commence to hang out with my gfs...it was funny cause my gfs and i were dressed all covered up...i mean, i was wearing this 70's style hippie shirt in order to hide my nasty skin rash, my friend [I] was wearing crop pants and this cute emerald blouse, J was wearing this sparkly top with jeans, and T was wearing this black, long sleeved dress cause she was under the weather...she looked like a grandmother...but a hot grandmother, of course...it was kinda funny cause when we normally go out, we try to dress as skanky as we could...hey, we gotta compete with the young 20 year olds in the skankiest outwear department...anyway, the bday girl [K] finally arrives. K totally looks smoking with her white mini skirt and cute cute PINK top and we celebrate with her...we also spend a lot of the evening hanging out...btw...there was also drama at the club but i obviously can't disclose that cause it involves my friends and they're gonna kill me for divulging serious info...let's put it this way, it involves boys and it involves girls...
at around midnite, i decide to leave early cause my snakeskin stillettos were killing me and i was completely sober. i'm pretty sure my bf was completely relieved to go...he hates clubbing but he basically goes for me...i know, he's the greatest!!!
oh yeah, before i forget, at the club, i bumped into a friend who got engaged over valentine's day weekend and her ring was GORGEOUS...her bf had gotten her this 2.56 carat diamond round brilliant stone on a CARTIAR band...i was like, holy shit...that's huge...i mean, i'm sure he must have spent at least $50K on it cause he actually got it at CARTIER...she tells me she doesn't like the ring cause it's not vintage style and was gonna go the next day to exchange the band...i'm like, wtf? if some dude got me a huge cartier rock, i'd keep it AS IS...besides, cartier is known for their cartier band which is like this simple and totally gorgeous very modern looking band...i swear, it's like hitting papa john's and not order pizza and ask for like a house salad that u can get anywhere else...honestly, if my bf picked out something like that, i would definitely not exchange it...rather, i'd take that gorgeous ring and try to pawn it...i'm sure i could try to get half of it's money back and pay off all my bills...i swear, the ring was beautiful but i'd be too nervous to actually wear it...that ring would be worth more than myself...i'm not even insured...if anything, i'm in the negative by like a lot...okay, seriously, who am i fooling? if i got something like that, i would totally cherish it cause it's like worth more than my condo...i kid...my condo is worth slightly more than that ring...but not by much [due to the bad economy and housing market]...haha...
anway, so that was my saturday nite...good times and drama as usual...i really need to quit stepping out my house if i wanna avoid trouble...i swear, am i the DRAMA or does drama never fails to follow me??? it's like, what comes first? the chicken or the egg???
today will be spent finishing up my office work cause i'm totally behind due to my hawaii trip and spending quiet quality time with the bf...i know...it gets crazy in this GLENDALE hood!!! xoxo...
so yesterday, i managed to spend a good thirty minutes finally doing some office work and the next two hours napping....yes, i'm very efficient...anyway, my girlfriend [I] calls me up cause she wants to take me out to celebrate my bday before we hit our friend, K's, bday party at Social in Hollywood...i was of course, like, sure, that sounds like fun...
my bf and i pick up my friend and her man Guitar [yes, that's really his name...i wish i was genius enough to make it up...coolest name like ever!!!] and we go grab sushi in Montrose at this place called Blue Fish [or i think that's the name...can't exactly remember]....anyway, as we're waiting for our table outside the restaurant, it kinda sprinkles a little bit...i'm like, "shit, should we just get a table inside cause it might rain vs. just grabbing the first available table?" Guitar is like, "yeah, that's a great idea." but after waiting for half an hour and with the possibility of getting to the club too late, i decided to just go with the first available table which obviously was outside...upon sitting down, we inform the waitress that it might rain and she tells us that she'll give us the first available table inside...i'm like, coolios...
so we order a bunch of food and of course, as soon as our entrees come out, it begins to sprinkle...completely freaks me out and i'm like, "this is bullshit....i am SOOO not gonna eat with rain water on my fucking food." i tell the server and she's like, "there's no tables yet." i was like, "well, can u have the food brought to the kitchen while we wait for a table cause i don't want to be eating with it sprinkling on and off?" i swear, it took like 5 minutes until she did something about it...she was like, "it's not raining now" and i was like, "i told u, it's sprinking on and off." i mean, i swear, what is up with my servers this weekend?
anyway, so while all this is going on, some lady who was waiting for a table makes a comment directed to my group and says, "it's not raining so much. why don't u just hurry up ane eat?" and i'm like, oh no she didn't...fucking stupid bitch...i'm gonna cut her...and by cut her, not do anything cause i don't wanna get arrested for assault...i just looked at her and was like, "why don't u guys take our table and eat out here with the offchance of rain?" and under my breath, i said, "u stupid bitch"...she then says, "yeah, maybe we will." and then her old husband or father gives me a dirty look and i glare at him back...
so after like ten minutes, we finally get a table indoors and we finally get to eat our meal...as i was eating, i was like, "they better not seat that stupid bitch and old guy next to me...i'm soooo gonna have a cow. i also bet that they won't take a table outdoors if it was offered to them cause who is gonna want their meal ruined with rain on it?" that couple ended up being seated two tables from us which was lucky for them cause i was ready to like totally throw down...and by throw down, give them dirty looks and eat my meal in silence...honestly, i was upset cause i felt she had no right to say what she said cause she didn't want to wait longer for her fucking table...and it upset me cause my friends and i had been waiting like close to an hour for our table until we were finally seated...i mean, if i saw people eating and it began to sprinkle, i would completely understand if they wanted to go inside and i woudn't make comments to make them feel bad about it...
all in all, my dinner was not bad besides the fact that i almost got in the biggest fight of my life...haha...after dinner, i finish off my prednisone [yeah, it was my last day of having to take it] cause i need to take it on a full stomach...which of course quickly became a bad idea...
as we head to the club, i make my bf stop by a rite aid cause my stomach was killing me...i swear, within 20 minutes of taking prednisone, i was dying...i don't get why other people tell me it's great cause it makes them fat and lets them eat, but it makes me have stomach issues all day and when i finally do eat so i can take the damn drug, i can't keep food in...i swear, it's more like a fucking laxative...i'm also all wired during the nite and can't sleep so i'm like all grouchy during the day...okay, i'm reading the side effects on the drug's pamplet...it basically says u can get stomach upset [check], headache [check], dizziness, trouble sleeping [check], or weight gain may occur. it also says u can get puffy face, seizures, trouble breathing, irregular heartbeat, along with a host of other crazy things...it's like when u watch those drug commercials for the pill, or lowering your cholesterol medication, or medication for depression, etc. and it's like the side effects are worst the the actual symptoms that you're trying to cure for...
okay, honestly, i shouldn't complain, my rash is seriously going away and i guess the benefits do outweigh the side effects that i've had to deal with this past week...
anway, back to my story...so i run out of the car and into the rite aid and try to make a mad dash to the restroom and the rite aid employee tells me the women's restroom key is missing so i'd have to use the men's restroom...i'm like, oh no...my nightmare is coming true...so i get my ass into the men's restroom and lock the bathroom door and it's soooo damn disgusting...the toilet is moving and totally crusty...the bathroom smells, the floor is not cleaned and there is NO fucking toilet paper...i stand there for a second and want to cry...like really badly...but i chalk it up...grab some toilet seat covers and deal with it...
and of course, when i go to wash my hands, there's no fucking soap in the dispenser...i finally manage to make it out of the restroom where my bf and my friends are waiting for me...i swear, i'm such a fucking disaster...
we finally make it to the club in which we are on the guestlist which is retarded cause the guestlist line was longer than the normal line, but whatever...we ended up waiting like 30 minutes so it wasn't too bad...my bf grabs me an OJ/cranberry drink and i commence to hang out with my gfs...it was funny cause my gfs and i were dressed all covered up...i mean, i was wearing this 70's style hippie shirt in order to hide my nasty skin rash, my friend [I] was wearing crop pants and this cute emerald blouse, J was wearing this sparkly top with jeans, and T was wearing this black, long sleeved dress cause she was under the weather...she looked like a grandmother...but a hot grandmother, of course...it was kinda funny cause when we normally go out, we try to dress as skanky as we could...hey, we gotta compete with the young 20 year olds in the skankiest outwear department...anyway, the bday girl [K] finally arrives. K totally looks smoking with her white mini skirt and cute cute PINK top and we celebrate with her...we also spend a lot of the evening hanging out...btw...there was also drama at the club but i obviously can't disclose that cause it involves my friends and they're gonna kill me for divulging serious info...let's put it this way, it involves boys and it involves girls...
at around midnite, i decide to leave early cause my snakeskin stillettos were killing me and i was completely sober. i'm pretty sure my bf was completely relieved to go...he hates clubbing but he basically goes for me...i know, he's the greatest!!!
oh yeah, before i forget, at the club, i bumped into a friend who got engaged over valentine's day weekend and her ring was GORGEOUS...her bf had gotten her this 2.56 carat diamond round brilliant stone on a CARTIAR band...i was like, holy shit...that's huge...i mean, i'm sure he must have spent at least $50K on it cause he actually got it at CARTIER...she tells me she doesn't like the ring cause it's not vintage style and was gonna go the next day to exchange the band...i'm like, wtf? if some dude got me a huge cartier rock, i'd keep it AS IS...besides, cartier is known for their cartier band which is like this simple and totally gorgeous very modern looking band...i swear, it's like hitting papa john's and not order pizza and ask for like a house salad that u can get anywhere else...honestly, if my bf picked out something like that, i would definitely not exchange it...rather, i'd take that gorgeous ring and try to pawn it...i'm sure i could try to get half of it's money back and pay off all my bills...i swear, the ring was beautiful but i'd be too nervous to actually wear it...that ring would be worth more than myself...i'm not even insured...if anything, i'm in the negative by like a lot...okay, seriously, who am i fooling? if i got something like that, i would totally cherish it cause it's like worth more than my condo...i kid...my condo is worth slightly more than that ring...but not by much [due to the bad economy and housing market]...haha...
anway, so that was my saturday nite...good times and drama as usual...i really need to quit stepping out my house if i wanna avoid trouble...i swear, am i the DRAMA or does drama never fails to follow me??? it's like, what comes first? the chicken or the egg???
today will be spent finishing up my office work cause i'm totally behind due to my hawaii trip and spending quiet quality time with the bf...i know...it gets crazy in this GLENDALE hood!!! xoxo...
Saturday, February 21, 2009
the greatest friday there ever was...xoxo...
it's a pic of me and deerheart...don't be all JEALOUS!!! xoxo
OMG!!! totally had the best friday yesterday...so my morning was spent hitting target to get paper towels and cleaning supplies...i also hit best buy in order to get some itune cards cause i wanna score some music...i also picked up this dress that i had ordered awhile back...and then later that day, my bf and i pick up my gf [J] and we head out to the OC...we hit a jewelry store cause i wanted to pick out some bling...i got a pair of pearl earrings in along with some other fab jewelry...and this is where i seriously received the best customer service in the world...since i don't know my jewelry, there were several people there to help me pick out my selections...honestly, i'm not big on jewelry but after yesterday, i totally wanna go back and score more bling...the store was beyond reasonable in their prices and the quality of their jewelry was stellar...i also appreciated that they did not try to upsell me...i hate being pressured into buying anything...i was surprised i could actually hit a jewelry store that wasn't tiffany's and liked it...i know, i've the typical girl who completely buys into marketing...like when i see that blue box, my heart jumps and flutters...like i'm seriously more excited about that blue box than what is actually inside the box...cause the stuff that is usually in the box that i get from tiffany's is crappy overpriced silver jewelry which i can't even wear...honestly, after yesterday, i honestly can't imagine wanting jewelry from tiffany's again especially knowing that i can actually get jewelry made from gold and diamonds and pearls for cheaper than their silver crap...this store also carried wedding bands and diamonds u can choose from [if you're ever thinking of proposing to your significant other...HINT HINT]...anyway, all i have to say is that i LOVE LOVE this store and i seriously can't wait to go back...btw...they also do repair jewelry and custom design...here's the info for the store if you're wanting to score yourself or a loved one some bling:
KIM-HOA Jewelry, Inc.
ASIAN GARDEN MALL
9200 Bolsa Avenue, Suite 129
Westminister, CA 92683
Tel: 714.898.3819
Fax: 714.698.2427
Open: 10:30 AM - 6:30 PM
Closed Monday
*let them know Lo sent u...i wanna show them my appreciation for the fab jewelry and great customer service by referring my friends...i swear, you will definitely NOT be disappointed!!! it was definitely worth the trek to the OC....
...okay, so after scoring AMAZING jewelry, my bf, and two [J and T] friends grab lunch...lunch was of course delish...i had hu tieu...basically a rice noodle soup...we then head to LA to catch deerheart perform at the hotel cafe...
the first band that came on kinda sucked so i occupied my time by eating lots of french fries...i eat when i'm bored...another friend [B] then met us up at the show and lo and behold, he was a Gossip Girl fan...i was like, totally OMG!!! i mean, i was here to catch deerheart cause her song was featured on the show and i'm obsessed with Gossip Girl...so B and i go into depth discussing the characters, like how Nate is hot but a total douchebag, my fascination for chuck bass but just chuck bass and not ed westwick who plays him cause i'm sure the real actor is, for one thing, an actor and i don't date actors and models [unless of course, it's keanu reeves cause u know keanu is like all deep]...he tells me how he likes serena which surprises me cause i find her character to be like real ditzy but hey, guys are into that...i mean, Blair is sooo much more hotter and conniving...i find it sexy when people have some evilness to them...makes them more human...i mean, we can't be good all the time...anyway, so deerheart comes on...and i'm like, wow, she's crazy awesome...i was totally blown away about how good she sounded live...i was totally mesmerized...so when she was on her last song, i tell my bf to go get me her cd cause i totally wanna get it signed and i like totally needed to take a picture with her...so after she finishes her gig, i run up like a stalker fan and is like, "OMG...can u sign my c.d. and can i take a picture with u?" and she was like, "of course." i was like, wowzers!!! i was completely over the moon...she even asked me for my name when signing my c.d. i was like, "wow." i mean, if i was a big shot musician, i wouldn't bother asking for my fans' names...i would probably sign their c.d.s with just my autograph in some large font cause i'd be THAT important...
after that, my friends and i grabbed a late dinner at jiltada in hollywood...i was actually quite disappointed in my meal cause we seriously had the worst server...i had told her to tell the cooks to make our food MILD cause jitlada is one of those places where the food is CRAZY spicy and even if u order it MILD, then it comes out perfectly spicy and not like unbeareable hot where u can no longer enjoy your meal...so of course, most of our food came out seriously spicy which normally doesn't happen and i didn't wanna be a bitch and send the food back...it wasn't bad but it definitely wasn't on pointe as it normally is...on top of that, the restaurant had a "B" rating which my friend J says it stands for Bugs...apparently "A" stands for adequate, "C" stands for cockroaches, and "D" for don't go there...so that was a good guideline for future restaurants i hit...haha...so now, jitlada has officially been retired from my list of fave divey hole-in-the wall restaurants...i know, tragic...
got home kinda late...and i was once again up last nite due to the prednisone...today will be my last day taking it so i'm beyond ecstatic about that...really can't wait to go back to feeling normal...and that was basically my perfect friday...great day with shopping and hanging out with some amazing friends and of course, the best bf in the world...what more can a girl ask for??? xoxox...
Thursday, February 19, 2009
my low key bday dinner that of course became a hot mess
my sister wanted to take me out for my bday last nite cause it was actually the day in which i was born...i agreed, cause i mean, what the hell, i have to eat...so i finally settled for roy's in pasadena...little did i know that would be a huge mistake..of course, the story of my life...
my bf and i get ready as my sister heads over to pick me up at 7:30 pm for our 8 pm reservations..he's like, "so what should i wear?" i'm like, "dude, anything u want...i plan on just throwing on my jeans and wearing my hoodie...i mean, it's only roy's." of course, i could not bring myself to take the 15 minutes out of my time to put on my contacts and look like a normal human being...i constantly choose to look like a serious mess when i'm out in public with my bf and sisters....
anyway, so we arrive at the restaurant and i order the roy's trio which consists of butterfish, seared ahi tuna, and grilled salmon [i don't recommend it]. my sister orders the surf and turf which was pretty good and my bf orders from the prix fixe menu in which he got beef satays, pork pot roast [which was also not impressive] and their mixed berry panna cotta [which was also not impressive]. we had also ordered the appetizer platter for two which consisted of poki [that was crazy good], shrimp skewers, spicy tuna tempura rolls, and fried potstickers. everything on the appetizer platter was good.
so anyway, after we eat our appetizer plate, the chef comes out and wishes me a happy bday and i'm like, fuck, i look like crap...i mean, i was planning on eating in incognito without interruptions...my sister was like, "did u know him?" and i'm like, "no...i guess roy is really friendly to their bday guests." honestly, all i wanted was a free bday dessert and not this extra attention cause contrary to my friend B's belief, i am NOT an attention whore [well, at least not all the time and especially when i look like complete crap when i go out]...so the chef was really friendly with us and i complimented him on the poki and told him everything was great...so he finally leaves...
we then get our dinner...so after finishing up my meal, i have to run to the bathroom cause i'm taking prednisone and can't seem to hold my food in [i know...it's gross]...so i'm in the bathroom for awhile...when i come out, i'm like, "hey, where's your panna cotta? i mean, panna cotta is made ahead of time so it shouldn't like take this long to bring it out." right after i say it, of course, our server comes out with my bf's panna cotta and apparently a panna cotta for me with a candle stick on it...the server also had a camera with him and says, "we were waiting for u to come back so we can give u this dessert. we also want to take a picture of u." and i'm like, "omg..i am sooo not camera ready...dammit." but of course, i force myself to fake smile...but the whole time thinking, dammit, i was in the restroom for like forever...dammit prednisone!!! dammit hawaii!!! i knew i shouldn't have gone out to dinner cause i was having stomach issues as a side effect since taking the prednisone...i guess i was asking for it...so the guy comes back 5 minutes later with a pic of me, my bf, and sister on a photo card to give to me...and of course i look like hell...oh wells...that's my life...always filled with embarrassments and hot messes...i mean, i'm like 30 now and i guess some things will never change.
i will be spending my today working from home, hopefully getting laundry done, and cleaning the place...i swear, this prednisone is kicking my ass...besides having stomach issues, i have difficulty sleeping at nite so i'm all spaced out...it's great and by great, i fucking hate u prednisone but really, thanks for getting rid of my rash and because of that, i will tolerate you...xxoxo...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
hawaii...i hate you.
so for my 30th bday, my sis and my bf thought it would be a fab idea to take me to hawaii since i've never been there...and at the time, i was like, yeah, sure, that sounds like fun...i didn't know that i would actually be descending into my own personal nightmare...
okay...i really should start this from the beginning:
thursday, feb. 12: i need to get my ass up at 5 am in order to catch my 8 am flight onto delta to fly into hawaii...that in itself was the beginning of a bad idea...i never wake up before 8 am...so i get my booty up and we manage to get to our flight on time...i'm in a daze...on the flight, i attempt to watch night in rodanthe with richard gere and diane lane which quickly makes me fall asleep which in turn pisses me the fuck off cause i totally want to see some james franco action but can't seem to stay awake for that...i then get up and manage to watch ghost town in its entirety which in turn upsets me cause that movie also royally sucks...i then spend most of my time playing inflight trivia...and also make my bf get me a sandwich on the plane cause i'm starving cause it's about 11 pm by this time...we finally get to hawaii in like 5 hours...i think...head to our hotel in which i decide to sleep...i hate flying...i sleep and sleep...
friday, feb. 13: i get up sometime in the morning...my bf and i decide to walk around waikiki which apparently is a tourist attraction...we take lots of pictures in which he informs me that i shoot like a "child" which in turn enrages me so i decide to ignore him for the rest of the trip...i then tell him that he deserves to be punished for belittling my "art." i tell him he can pick his own punishment and give him a chance to come up with three punishments on his own and i'll pick one and if he can't come up with a good one, i'll decide on my own punishment for him...of course, he can't come up with one...i then tell him that his punishment would be that he is not allowed to hang out with me on this trip...he cries...okay, he really doesn't cry cause he knows i'm actually bad at doing what i say i'm gonna do...at about this time, my sister calls cause she wants to hit the beach...so i hit the beach with my bf, my sister and her friends...little did i know this would be my descent into hell...so i'm in my bikini at the beach, prancing around, playing in the water for a good 15 minutes and then cover up cause i know i'm allergic to the sun so i try not to stay out too long...we then head back after grabbing lunch at zippy's and head to the hotel's pool...at the pool, i head to the jacuzzi and await for my bf to come join me...when he comes back, i wanna try the water slide but as soon as i'm on top of the water slide, i'm afraid to actually slide down...the little kids are like, "you can do it...it's really fun." and i'm like, "i don't know...it's kinda scary...will i die?" after standing there for like 5 minutes, i decide to go for it...i get on the water slide and instantly regret my decision...water gets up my nose and i'm flailing around...this little girl at the bottom of the slide asks, "wasn't that fun?" and i'm like, "no...that sucked...big time." i manage to make my way out of the kiddie pool...at this point, i'm over it and head back into the hotel room...5 minutes in, i knew something was wrong...my body begins to get really itchy and about 30 minutes later, my entire body breaks out into this nasty rash...i'm like, wtf??? i'm hoping it will just go away....several hours later, i have to meet a friend for dinner and i'm just completely miserable...that nite, i start hating life and want to book a flight back home to LA...
saturday, feb. 14: i wake up and the rash has gotten worse...my bf gets me benadryl and i spend most of my day sleeping...i force him to cancel our v-day dinner reservations cause there was no way i was gonna go out in this condition...i'm constantly scratching myself like a crack whore and on the verge of tears...for dinner, all i could force myself to eat was two hawaiian bread rolls and an iced tea...my bf has to order himself a pizza...most romantic v-day ever...
sunday, feb. 15: i had to go to northshore in which i spend most of the trip in the car cause i was afraid of having a second outbreak of dermatitis...i was just completely hating my life and hating hawaii...couldn't wait to come back to LA...i managed to eat some shrimp at some shrimp shack and was excited to just be back in the hotel room where i could scratch myself into oblivion...my bf then forces me to hit rum fire to get dinner...he tries to get me to eat a lettuce wrap in which i spend most of the evening pouting and giving him dirty looks...i finally give in and have one lettuce wrap...at this point, food disgusts me...
monday, feb. 16: my last day was spent walking around waikiki and getting souvenirs for my co-workers...i also got the cutest hawaiian shirt for my bf's nephew...i seriously can't wait to give it to him...we also grabbed dinner at sidewalk street inn...i swear, best food in hawaii...hands down...we had yakisoba, chicken cutlet, and some salad with shrimp, capers, avocado...delish...i also spent a lot of time playing big 2 in which we would wager for coffee bean drinks...oh yeah...during all this time, i made a billion phone calls to my personal doctor and crying...he told me i should take prednisone which freaked me out cause it's a steroid so i figured i'd take it once i got back to LA...we then take the red eye flight back to LA...i spend the nite sleeping on my bf's lap...
tuesday, feb. 17: we get back to LA at 8 am...i'm in a complete daze and unable to make it back to work...i finally get up at 2 pm and get my prescription for prednisone...and wow, it tastes like death...like RAID, if i had ever tasted raid...my bf is like, "does it taste like a wet donkey?" and i'm like, "i'm sure a wet donkey would prolly taste better." so now i have to take this steroid for the next 5 days...lucky me...
wednesday, feb. 18: it's my bday!!! i am now officially 30...whoppee dee doo...my bf meets me up at my work for lunch and i get a chipotle bbq bacon angus burger...the first bite was delish...the rest of it makes me wanna puke...he also made me a bday card in which i'm completely enamored with...now, i'm finally home...and trying to figure out where i wanna go for my bday dinner with my sister...i know...life gets insanely tough for me sometimes...
side note: i fucking love LA!!! it's the best city ever...home sweet home!!! xoxo...
okay...i really should start this from the beginning:
thursday, feb. 12: i need to get my ass up at 5 am in order to catch my 8 am flight onto delta to fly into hawaii...that in itself was the beginning of a bad idea...i never wake up before 8 am...so i get my booty up and we manage to get to our flight on time...i'm in a daze...on the flight, i attempt to watch night in rodanthe with richard gere and diane lane which quickly makes me fall asleep which in turn pisses me the fuck off cause i totally want to see some james franco action but can't seem to stay awake for that...i then get up and manage to watch ghost town in its entirety which in turn upsets me cause that movie also royally sucks...i then spend most of my time playing inflight trivia...and also make my bf get me a sandwich on the plane cause i'm starving cause it's about 11 pm by this time...we finally get to hawaii in like 5 hours...i think...head to our hotel in which i decide to sleep...i hate flying...i sleep and sleep...
friday, feb. 13: i get up sometime in the morning...my bf and i decide to walk around waikiki which apparently is a tourist attraction...we take lots of pictures in which he informs me that i shoot like a "child" which in turn enrages me so i decide to ignore him for the rest of the trip...i then tell him that he deserves to be punished for belittling my "art." i tell him he can pick his own punishment and give him a chance to come up with three punishments on his own and i'll pick one and if he can't come up with a good one, i'll decide on my own punishment for him...of course, he can't come up with one...i then tell him that his punishment would be that he is not allowed to hang out with me on this trip...he cries...okay, he really doesn't cry cause he knows i'm actually bad at doing what i say i'm gonna do...at about this time, my sister calls cause she wants to hit the beach...so i hit the beach with my bf, my sister and her friends...little did i know this would be my descent into hell...so i'm in my bikini at the beach, prancing around, playing in the water for a good 15 minutes and then cover up cause i know i'm allergic to the sun so i try not to stay out too long...we then head back after grabbing lunch at zippy's and head to the hotel's pool...at the pool, i head to the jacuzzi and await for my bf to come join me...when he comes back, i wanna try the water slide but as soon as i'm on top of the water slide, i'm afraid to actually slide down...the little kids are like, "you can do it...it's really fun." and i'm like, "i don't know...it's kinda scary...will i die?" after standing there for like 5 minutes, i decide to go for it...i get on the water slide and instantly regret my decision...water gets up my nose and i'm flailing around...this little girl at the bottom of the slide asks, "wasn't that fun?" and i'm like, "no...that sucked...big time." i manage to make my way out of the kiddie pool...at this point, i'm over it and head back into the hotel room...5 minutes in, i knew something was wrong...my body begins to get really itchy and about 30 minutes later, my entire body breaks out into this nasty rash...i'm like, wtf??? i'm hoping it will just go away....several hours later, i have to meet a friend for dinner and i'm just completely miserable...that nite, i start hating life and want to book a flight back home to LA...
saturday, feb. 14: i wake up and the rash has gotten worse...my bf gets me benadryl and i spend most of my day sleeping...i force him to cancel our v-day dinner reservations cause there was no way i was gonna go out in this condition...i'm constantly scratching myself like a crack whore and on the verge of tears...for dinner, all i could force myself to eat was two hawaiian bread rolls and an iced tea...my bf has to order himself a pizza...most romantic v-day ever...
sunday, feb. 15: i had to go to northshore in which i spend most of the trip in the car cause i was afraid of having a second outbreak of dermatitis...i was just completely hating my life and hating hawaii...couldn't wait to come back to LA...i managed to eat some shrimp at some shrimp shack and was excited to just be back in the hotel room where i could scratch myself into oblivion...my bf then forces me to hit rum fire to get dinner...he tries to get me to eat a lettuce wrap in which i spend most of the evening pouting and giving him dirty looks...i finally give in and have one lettuce wrap...at this point, food disgusts me...
monday, feb. 16: my last day was spent walking around waikiki and getting souvenirs for my co-workers...i also got the cutest hawaiian shirt for my bf's nephew...i seriously can't wait to give it to him...we also grabbed dinner at sidewalk street inn...i swear, best food in hawaii...hands down...we had yakisoba, chicken cutlet, and some salad with shrimp, capers, avocado...delish...i also spent a lot of time playing big 2 in which we would wager for coffee bean drinks...oh yeah...during all this time, i made a billion phone calls to my personal doctor and crying...he told me i should take prednisone which freaked me out cause it's a steroid so i figured i'd take it once i got back to LA...we then take the red eye flight back to LA...i spend the nite sleeping on my bf's lap...
tuesday, feb. 17: we get back to LA at 8 am...i'm in a complete daze and unable to make it back to work...i finally get up at 2 pm and get my prescription for prednisone...and wow, it tastes like death...like RAID, if i had ever tasted raid...my bf is like, "does it taste like a wet donkey?" and i'm like, "i'm sure a wet donkey would prolly taste better." so now i have to take this steroid for the next 5 days...lucky me...
wednesday, feb. 18: it's my bday!!! i am now officially 30...whoppee dee doo...my bf meets me up at my work for lunch and i get a chipotle bbq bacon angus burger...the first bite was delish...the rest of it makes me wanna puke...he also made me a bday card in which i'm completely enamored with...now, i'm finally home...and trying to figure out where i wanna go for my bday dinner with my sister...i know...life gets insanely tough for me sometimes...
side note: i fucking love LA!!! it's the best city ever...home sweet home!!! xoxo...
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