I have a beef with fashion bloggers

I don't understand it. You have someone take pictures of your outfits everyday and then write underneath the million photos of you "modeling" telling us where you got them? I seriously don't understand this.

top: Madewell, belt: Forever21, skirt: Target, glasses: a joke. I wouldn't really wear those
top: thrifted, hoodie: old navy, jeans; 7 for all mankind, shoes: sperry topsider

And its not really that I think you all have bad taste (sometimes, yes, mostly..no) but I just get so embarrassed looking at 4-5 pictures of these normal chicks, just posing and patting themselves on the back for having, what they think, great outfits.

It is so strange to me. Maybe I just don't think about clothes that much, or maybe i just don't have the lady balls to put myself out there like that...whatever it is, its weird. It seems narcissistic? I don't know.
top: gap, belt: anthropologie, skinny jeans: joe's , shoes: none cause im on a yacht!

I mean, sometimes i think the outfits are real cute and i end up clicking a link to wear they got it and shop around, but mostly i just roll my eyes and think "who did they have take this picture?" or "where did she learn that weird pose?"

Look how uncomfortable i am! It's insane. (my outfit was pretty cute thought)

I have some friends who have blogs like these, and i love these women dearly, I JUST DONT GET IT.

Am i alone in this?

this is not supposed to be mean, i really am serious when I say i dont get it.
Also blogging everyday is A LOT of work, and linking to everything you own would make me want to go naked everyday.

Carmageddon

You don't live in LA? Unsure what Carmaggedon is?
Well its a main freeway (a major artery) in West LA thats closed for the whole weekend.

The entire city is panicking.

Not me and my friends.
We got this to keep us occupied.

3.29 on clearance at Target, y'all.

Not planning on going anywhere, although I am sure its not as bad as everyone originally thought because everyone is staying in, so the traffic is not going to be an issue, im sure.

Ok wait, nevermind. i just checked on my phone and there is traffic at 1:20am. NO THANKS.


Hitler was right.

excuse his language, but...its Hitler so don't act surprised.

Phone purge

A phone purge is the step sister to the brain dump.
Now that we are clear, i will proceed.

You know how they say most accidents occur close to home? I was 2 blocks away from my apartment, when a middle-aged, Hispanic, man named Raul decided to U-turn from the right lane, right into my passenger side door. What an idiot he is.

but I guess the jokes on me because I've been car less since Friday, and I'll be car less until Monday.

Carrie had a birthday, and we celebrated it over the 4th of july weekend.

i just love this gal. And wow, my hair is getting polygamist-long.

Speaking of my hair..

isn't it pretty, though? I'm never going to cut it. I'm just going to start braiding it, and sitting on it, and then I'll be able to use it as a blanket and then maybe I will cut it off at my butt cause after its as long as my whole body I don't think I would be able to go to something as short as a bob, or even mid-back. That would be too traumatic. BABY STEPS PEOPLE.

One of my friends from High School invited me to go with her to a private, exclusive, party in Malibu in the backroom of a fancy hotel. I said I would go and then later regretted it, but I was a good sport and a non-flake anyway and went.

She tried to sell me on the fact that "there will be a lot of successful men there" and of course the only "men" i found attractive, was the bartender (he gave me a free diet coke, wink!) and the DJ. I tell you what, I'm destined to be poor.

You need a summer song, and you need it out of my own summer song hit list?

Download Lil' Wayne's "How to Love." Its a slow jam, y'all. And its TIGHT. And it speaks to my soul. Kiis FM does me right sometimes.

Did anyone like Mervyn's before they went under? I know i never did (maybe i did when i used to get the cheetah brand bike shorts in all those fly colors back in the 4th and 5th grade). I remember after a soccer tournament of mine, my mom made me stop at the Zinfandel Mervyn's for some dumb reason. I was so mad. I remember being so mad. My mom said I should pick out a bra and instead of being happy for a free bra (mom, anytime you want to buy me a bra now, I WILL GLADLY ACCEPT) i decided to yell "I HOPE THIS PLACE BURNS DOWN." Mature, right? Well before you judge me, I think i was probably in 7th or 8th grade. I would totally never do that now. Anyway...back on track. Kohl's is the new Mervyn's, right? Well my friend Christine somehow found out Kohl's has some pretty fly outdoor furniture that she NEEDED and for some reason she decided I was the gal that got to drive with her all over southern California searching for all the pieces (she bought 15 pieces, you guys. Chairs (3), couches (3), ottomans (2), umbrellas (2), benches (3) and a dining room table. SHE DOESN'T MESS AROUND).

At first i thought it was kind of funny. You know, at the first Kohl's we hit up in Monrovia. I thought, "cool, they have a Lauren Conrad line! That's sort of fun." WRONG. Not fun. I hit up 4 of the 8 stores she went to. HOURS OF MY LIFE GUYS. Let me tell you one thing, too. Kohl's employees are lazy. Lazy idiots. It's not dramatic for me at all to say this....
I hope Kohl's burns down.

I saw this yesterday on Sunset in Hollywood.

Gross, right? Is it a prince or a princess? Who knows. But my friend made me photograph it, and she assured me "it" wouldn't see me...WRONG. I got a good yelling at, from "it" along with some really X rated hand motions, which lead me to believe it=man.

Bloomingdale's projects movies onto its side on Wednesday nights, i guess.

This time it was Zoolander and all the people were sitting outside at the food court watching it. They know its on TBS at least twice a week, right? I got my Panda Express and then got the hell out of there to go see Horrible Bosses which was HORRIBLY CRUDE and also deliciously funny.

I went to my first red carpet event. Obviously it was for work, because there is no way in H i could pay 2,500 dollars to eat steak and drink water (the mashed potatoes were BOMB).

I can't even tell you what the event was, like it matters, because its confidential. But i will tell you this....BORING.

The last photo purge is this HUGE stencil in Sherman Oaks on Van Nuys. I am 99.9% sure its not a Banksy, but just in case it is I thought i should photograph it.

Its on the side of some generic pharmacy called "Gary's pharmacy" or something like that so it's not a really hip bank or government building. I guess I'll never know, unless of course, someone knows and wants to tell me.

Its 2am and my Mexican neighbors are out in the alley smoking their weed and honking their horns, so thats my cue to try to sleep.

my friend is darling

This is Kylee.

I have blogged about her before.

She is insanely talented.

Last night she performed at the Viper Room and it was so lovely and so fun and she is just going places, PEOPLE!

here is a clip of her singing Patty Griffin's "Let Him Fly"

listen to her music here on purchase it on itunes.

You won't be sorry.

my fourth

God Bless America.


I enjoyed the 4th of July this year in the patriotic city of Beverly Hills.

Started the day off blowing up rafts and watching the Casey Anthony trial.


Made a salad with my girl Christine, i was in charge of cutting the bell peppers.
THEY WERE A RAINBOW!


We swam all afternoon, ate hot dogs and grilled corn. It was perfect.


Ended it all with s'mores and girl chat around the fire pit with "How to Love" by Lil Wayne on repeat.


It was the best 4th in a long time.
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and then my patriotism came to a screeching halt today when that baby killer got away with murder.

Cuz Casey Cuz

Cuz is in town for the 4th...had the funnest time with him and his roommate Dan.
I took them around town and then they showed me all the hipster places.





German Bratwurst...yup, i tried this.
I'm growing up, people.



i want this shirt for my Disneyland excursions.

So fun. I love Casey.
He's my best friend.