This is it (I think).

Every week, I find something that is really adorable, and I think I've found the cutest thing on the internet. All of this time, I've been dead wrong.

Yesterday, I stumbled on Monkey with a Pet Pig, and let me tell you, it's officially adorable.
I don't understand it at all, but have you seen the jacket and purse combo that the monkey is wearing? Then, it eats a hot pepper in the grocery store and tries to make it's pet pig jump across some water, and I know I sound crazy right now, but I should just pack up and move to Japan if this is the way things go down around there.

Centipedes are my new favorite animal.

Some people would call this "gross" or "unsettling", but I would call it "the coolest thing I've ever seen".

Centipedes are the most bad-ass thing ever.

I promise...

Photos from my shit-show of a Friday sooooooon. Seriously. Promise.

You guys will be happy to know....

Despite the fact that I didn't hop a plane to New England this summer, I still ended up with my typical pre-camp week cold. I guess old habits die hard.

p.s. I know I've cross-posted this on my other blog, but Kool Keith's new Dr. Octagon album is so amazing. 'Al Green' is one of the freshest beats I've heard in a while. Believe me, it's getting a lot of play on the old ipod.

p.p.s. Congratulations, Ron!

Seriously, Myspace....

Okay, so I get home from work yesterday, and had like a million myspace friend requests and messages from people that I really didn't know. At first, I couldn't figure it out, but then I signed out and looked at the front page.... I was one of myspace's "cool new people". At first, I was like "Man, this is totally suitable. I am pretty cool". Than, I realized that I was definitely not new on myspace by any means.

Needless to say, I am not using myspace as a means to get dates or new pals that I've never, ever met or seen before, so the requests were denied (I usually keep my friends list to awesome people I know or see around town and Wu-Tang members). I had no idea people actually looked at the profiles in the "cool new people" box, so I guess I learned something from the experience.

This morning, the "cool new people" box had changed. Guess I'm not cool anymore.

I still love you, Myspace, but seriously.

A plug:

Just wanted to remind you guys of our new blog, which is growing in amazing and outstanding ways.

p.s. Sometimes, something will happen that you think wouldn't ever happen in a billion years, and it really surprises you. When this happens, and it's a bad thing, it can be really, really terrible. However, on the flip side, if it's a good thing, it feels really nice and kinda makes you contented for the rest of the week. I like that.

Saturday.

$3 Lucky? Yay! (I seriously had one drink and switched to Diet Coke, because I'm hard like that).

Things were pretty low-key after Friday night, but it was nice to sit and listen to some wonderful tracks via Marco Primo, and sit with the gals.

Please show some love to your friendly doorpeople. Thanks.

I'm glad I'm finishing this post with this photo. This guy was the exact ying to my yang. The world was his.


Hope it was an amazing weekend for all.

Although it's no Bonnie and Clyde '03.....

The new Beyonce/Jay-Z single is pretty fricking catchy.

p.s. don't even try to tell me that Beyonce is not legit. If you are sleeping with Jay-Z, you are automatically considered legit. Hell, even if Gerardo was Hov's ladyfriend, he'd be getting respect.

Rain.

It's been almost two full years since I left the west coast, and I have forgotten how to deal with the rain. De-press-ing.

...It's one of the main reasons I left. Well, that and all of the dirty, dirty hippies.

(I actually don't hate rain, or the west coast for that matter, I just really, really like the sun).

tired.

i really haven't been sleeping
but i'm getting a lot of writing done
my fingers have black stains from the sharpies
that i use to write on unlined paper
things are good
but i am very tired.

Brokeback Emo City.

Last night at Broken City was pretty amazing. The music was in top form, and all of these great people just kept showing up (plus we were making new best friends like it was going out of style)!


Many thanks to Marco for another great night (heal up soon, my friend).

This guy had the best jacket I have ever seen in my life, but it was way too hot to wear it inside.

You know what else I enjoy? A splash of gin now and again.

Lisa hearts Jessica!

Crystal and I were on point (and sweaty).

I love Allison so much, but she just doesn't care.

Lots of love!


So much fun, you guys. So. Much. Fun.
Told you guys Broken City is awesome.

p.s. you really should be listening to DJ Cosm's show on CJSW right now.

New Blog.

Now "just friends", the one-time power-couple of Sarah Parsons and Dylan Maas have joined forces to become the ultimate power-bloggers.

NEW BLOG!!!

No, I'm def not getting rid of this blog (ever), but this new one is going to be amazing. Dylan wrote our first entry, and, um, it's perfect.

Be ready for it, guys.
This is a great way to start the weekend.

Sad, sad, sad.

I am going to miss the little fireflies near the swamp by the beach, the billions and billions of stars, and how sometimes at night, even though you had 200 people nearby, you felt like you were the only person for miles.
I'm going to miss how sometimes when I'd talk someone into a little clothing-optional swimming (most likely Sarah B, because nobody else, even the dudes, 'got it'), there'd be this exciting feeling like you might get pulled under, or that a fish would bite your naughty bits.
I'm going to miss the kids, forcing me to wake up early in the morning and be amazing all day every day.
I'm going to miss sundae bar.
I'm going to miss how, if I was really, really sick, Nicole would baby me just a little (even though she may never admit it).
I'm going to miss The Clothes Tree.
I'm going to miss having a little bit of passion about what I was doing for months at a time.
I'm going to miss how I would go out onto the docks, porn-juiced up, and feel like I just may catch on fire.
I'm going to miss throwing in my sticks.
I'm going to miss how, if a kid tries really hard to take a good photo, it's always the most beautiful photo in the world.
I'm going to miss being the 'gossip queen'.
I'm going to miss my rollerskates.
I'm going to miss my darkroom, and believe it or not, the bats.
I'm going to miss my CLC.
I'm going to miss being a kind, understanding, and attentive adult.
I'm going to miss sauce and PBR.
I'm going to miss 'dropping the hammer'.
I'm going to miss being woken up at 2AM, because someone had something awesome to tell me and it just couldn't wait until morning.
I'm going to miss all of the hugs, all of the sweet little moments, and all of the love.
I'm not going to miss the breakfasts. Or the ticks.

Much love from the waterfront up to the gates and everything in-between.
Hope it's an amazing summer.

Mystery Solved.

Yes, friends, my secret admirer revealed himself today, and it was one of the fifteen or so people that I definitely didn't want it to be (although it was the lesser of many evils).

It was my friendly Culligan man, who probably would be a bad guy to date at all, if it weren't for the fact that he had already asked me out about ten times before, each time stating that he "had a girlfriend, but she doesn't mind if I date other girls".
So, for the probably eleventh time, I declined. No, Thanks.
Even if they are in some sort of open-relationship, it all seems a little dodgy to me (and I'm not really into the whole 'dodgy' thing....Ever).

It actually makes me really sad, because I feel like I can't even be nice to people anymore, or they'll think I want to date them. This happens an obscene amount, and it's not fair. I really love being nice to people, and everyone always takes it the wrong way.
If you're a young and single fella, then maybe I am trying to get a little fresh (or a lot fresh), but if you're a 40-year-old Spanish guy that, I'm pretty sure, lives in the mall, then I'm just being nice.
Do I have to become a mean person?
I really don't want to, guys.

Secret Admirers.

Today at the office, I received a potted daisy. On the card, it had a question-mark where the name should be.

Having a secret admirer is nice, because you can pretend it's whoever you want it to be.
My secret admirer? He knows all the words to every Kanye-produced track (even the obscure ones). He knows how to sculpt cakes, because he knows that I think that cake-sculpting is a rarely appreciated art-form (one time I saw an Alf cake when I was a kid, and wow...It was amazing). He has nice shoes, and thinks that having a cat is a nice thing to do (even if he doesn't have one).
I hope he's like that, or he's a dinosaur that's always the life of the party, and wears limited-edition sweatshirts. And when I'd go anywhere, people would be like "where's your wacky dinosaur boyfriend? I love that guy."


.... This all kinda loses it's charm when I realize that, in all likelihood, the daisy is probably from one of the creepy security guards, or one of my not-so-cool patients. Awesome.



p.s. It's totally not someone that knows me, because most of my pals know that I'm not really into flowers (but take note, future secret admirers, I really, really like cassingles, exotic fruits, and almond tarts).

You're the tiniest girl in the world.... I didn't even notice that!

The gals and I ended up a Broken City, and it was an awfully good night. The drinks were flowing heavily, and there were good vibes everywhere.


At around 1:30, Crystal and I thought the night was winding down....

But, no way! There was a good track on, and we needed to dance.

Hope you guys had an amazing weekend.

A productive Thursday:

Here is what I did last night:

-cooked a near-to-perfect dinner from scratch (broccoli and tofu in peanut sauce).
-spent 45 minutes getting a bee out of our house.
-added all of the members of Wu-Tang to my myspace (because I've always wanted to be able to say that Ghostface is my friend).
-got some DQ with Allison and Amy.
-made some new gay best-friends (now that Ryan and Chris are out of our lives) on Crescent Hill.
-Listened to Marco's show.

Wow. Way better than a normal weekday night.

Have a lovely weekend, my dear friends.