When I was young, I loved sweaters. For some reason, I thought they were so cute. One of my favorite sweaters was my "sweater sweater" which was a sweater with pictures of lots of little sweaters on it. (I used to be a geek lol). My liking sweaters was kind of practical, because I grew up in NH. It's cold there. By the time I moved to MA, I was kinda over them, and then I got really over them and moved to CA. Pretty much, you don't need bulky winter clothes here. It's not hot, but its not cold. Layers work fine. Most of my things are shortsleeve or sleeveless. It's worked out for me. Until Now. I wrote the other day how it has been cold here… but that it wasn't that bad. Well, it's getting bad. This cold spell is lasting forever. No, my nostrils aren't freezing together and my face doesn't sting. I can feel my fingers. But the constant below average cold is getting into my bones. I remember living in Boston, and NEVER being warm. Well, now that's happening. I'm not equipped for the cold. But I don’t want to be!! I don't want to buy a space heater, where will I put it when we get back to normal weather? My house is small and that's clutter! I don’t want to wear sweaters! I HATE bulky clothes. I don’t like being all covered up. Here's what's wrong with sweaters: they are too big, they are too bulky, it's hard to put my jacket over them, it's hard to store them in my bureau (dresser), they don’t look cute to me, and I get cold/hot. You know, when you're still cold yet sweaty at the same time. Sweaters may be a viable fashion option for NH but they should not be for CA, even SF. I don’t mind the odd cardigan or hoodie but full on bulky clothes are YUK. I don’t want to waste my money on something I don’t like and will have to store later on. So maybe I'll just freeze and wait for mother nature to remember where she's at and what type of weather she ought to be giving us (cool, not cold). Do you like sweaters and bulky clothes? Do you own any? Are you wearing one right now? What are you wearing anyway? Is it hot? Lol.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Folsom Street Fair 2009
This year was my fourth folsom street fair! yup i am now in my fourth year of san francisco, i've been here three years. wow. i forget why i didnt go out friday night... i know i was doing laundry and fell asleep early... so my folsom started on saturday. i actually was feeling pretty meh, but managed to pull myself together and go out to see dj paulo at industry at mighty that night. i even got to wear my cute short black almost leather shorts, and my army boots! some of my friends were there, and we danced... i was having fun but feeling subdued from the sickies, and the heavier boots brought back my knee injury, so i ended up leaving kinda early and icing that knee. sunday, i got dressed up in my cute black folsomy dress and those awesome (and not normally heavy) army boots, and headed over to the fair. locoya and i walked around awhile, then we picked up T.J. and also found and said hi to some ppl along the way (hi again, everyone). hmm, something was missing from this year's fair... it wasnt just me that noticed it... it was waay tamer than normal. no real crazy costumes... no real crazy activities... mostly people like us, dressed up in our once or twice a year gear, walking back and forth looking at each other lol. dont get me wrong, its still fun. not so crazy in SF is still super crazy anywhere else. we still had the naked men and women, the whipping, flogging, public masturbation, etc. but nothing really out there. i still love the fair, because its such a fun, open, accepting atmosphere. i still couldnt join in the outside dancing cuz of that knee, or go to any afterparties, so locoya cooked us a super yummy dinner instead. it was a good weekend, not too crazy, but fun and interesting. i love sept/oct in san francisco!
Friday, December 04, 2009
Let's talk about the weather
The past few days have been pretty cold here in san francisco. I step outside, and it feels crisp and almost tangibly wet, like stepping into a liquid without it being humid. I'm outside and I think 'aaah, I'm freezing!' But then I remember, hey, wait, no I'm not! One recent day I realized that it doesn't even frost here. There's no jack frost on the windows or cars. There's no ice on the puddles on the ground. And there's CERTAINLY no snow or slush. I can walk without a hat, gloves and scarf. I can have bare leg peeping between the hem of my skirt and the tops of my boots. I don’t get frostbite. My nostrils haven't frozen together. In short, all of the things that always happened every winter for most of my life just don't exist here. It's never below zero, and once you get moving, it's not too cold, either. No heavy jackets needed. It's not usually hot here either, don't get me wrong, it's still pretty chilly outside - 51 degrees out as I write this, which when I write it, sounds kinda warmish. And that's why I laugh to myself when I'm walking down the street, shivering. Laughing at myself, and laughing at the silly people bundled up in winter clothes as if they would actually freeze. I feel bad for you, New England, and I'm SO glad I left!
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Jay visits SF, again :)
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Buying new stuff isnt always bad
I realize that its popular nowadays to be anti-consumerism. I've seen tons of articles, comments, status comments, people saying it in real life… don’t buy things, especially new things… if you MUST buy clothes, make sure theyre used, or made out of used materials. On some level I agree with this, especially at this time of the year. I like getting people things when I see them and think wow, so and so would love that, instead of hey its christmas what can I find to get so and so. Also, sometimes I buy clothes that were used. I like the consignment store once in a while cuz a bunch of different styles are available in one place, and usually for cheaper, and they really still look new. But when it comes down to it, I LIKE buying things. I LIKE having new stuff. I don’t even own that many things, but a new shirt or new boots or the new laptop I'm planning on getting myself make me really happy. I think that keeping up with the latest styles in clothes expresses a person's artistic side. And keeping up with technology expands your mind and communication with others. There are many advantages to being a consumer… Oh, and did you forget, the more you shop, the more money you're putting into our sickly economy? Buying things creates jobs! You KNOW you know at least a few people who could use a job. If you personally prefer used things, or not giving, not buying for yourself, etc, then go for it. Just remember, it takes all kinds, so those of us who love to get a shiny new package in the mail and dance around in our new shoes have the satisfaction that we're helping too!
Holiday Recipe: Cranberry Surprise Pie!
Cranberry surprise pie
A bag of cranberries
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
1/2 cup melted butter
1 cup flour
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
Fill a square ungreased pyrex pan with cranberries. Sprinkle with the half cup sugar and chopped walnuts (it's yummy with walnuts but I don't put them in due to allergies in the family). In a separate bowl, beat 2 eggs, then add the cup sugar and flour. Add the melted butter and beat well. Pour over the cranberries. Bake 50-55 minutes at 325. Serve warm, with ice cream. Yummy. Serves about four.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Another Birthday, Another Year...
I feel like your birthday is a better start to the new year than actual new year's is. I realize that it would be super confusing to set up the world that way, since people would constantly be in different years lol. This year wasn't any sort of milestone birthday, and anyway I hate celebrating my birthday, so I pretty much skipped it. I DID end up taking the day off, but mostly because it was my friend jay's birthday as well, and he was visiting (see future blog about his visit). My actual birthday I considered really his birthday celebration. I did manage to go get a nice mani pedi the Saturday before, and have a yummy self brunch at a table outside in the sun - eating, sipping a bellini, and reading a book. Peaceful. Here's a photo I took of myself the day before my birthday, to show how I looked before I got older, and one taken on my birthday (with my friend antonio in the background). I think I look the same, no older lol.
I must admit that every year around my birthday I get a little depressed. I hate getting old. I know its very far from the worst thing, but reading books, watching movies and shows, where everyone just gets old and wrinkly and gray makes me scared. Especially the part where people cant get around well anymore. I don’t want my body to fall apart! Thus far, I don’t have to worry about that…I can see how I look more mature than when I was younger, I can see maybe slight wrinkles but nothing bad. I think I'm in better shape every year! Yay! However, I am increasing my dedication to keeping healthy. To that end, I even changed my health insurance one step up from the nasty kaiser so that starting in january, I have a cute doctor's place that looks at holistic health and you're not just a number. I figure my health is worth the extra dollars. Likewise, my skin is worth the extra money on products. For my new year, I vow to keep working out (not hard since I like it), taking my vitamins, eating yummy foods, going to my new doctor, getting my nails done, searching out good products to keep my skin and hair healthy, spending time with my friends, reading good books, going out dancing, watching good shows and movies, writing, and basically keeping happy. Please do not get in the way of that, cuz I want a good year. Getting old is inevitable and unavoidable, so the only thing to do is try to live as well as I can in the meantime. And if most days, that means hanging out at home while others are at the bars, then that’s what im gonna do. And if sometimes, it means going out to the clubs, or to eat with friends, or whatever, yay to that. What makes you happy? What are your birthday resolutions?
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thanksgiving 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
No one likes an ugly shirt
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Judging a Book by its Cover
I realize that you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but why do some books have covers that are totally not representative of what's inside? We know I'm not a prude (oops I still haven't posted up the blog about the erotic exotic blog!) but I'm not a fan of pure romance books, and I feel very embarrased with the cover of the book I'm reading LOOKS like one. I'm finishing up a book about a small town who is being held hostage by a group of terrorist snipers who are trying to get back some disk drive thingy. So far seven people have died. The townspeople are crawling around hiding, or the able bodied ones are gathering up supplies, and the main 2 people are preparing to scale a mountain to get out and get help. There are many covers I might expect from this book, but a picture of a man and woman kissing, clearly in bed together, is not one of them. I realize that the romance part of this book is played up, but I'm near the end, the last couple chapters and NO ONE has even had sex. In the whole 300 something previous pages so far. Twice, people have kissed. Yet, I walk around, reading this book that looks like an inane romance novel. If I were to read a romance novel, I would not expect the cover to have some frightened people being shot at, or a man with a rifle, or anything of the sort, so… One other type of book I enjoy is chick lit. I don’t mind being seen with a book that has a pink cover and some woman holding a shopping bag or sipping a cute drink or carrying a little dog. I suppose I'd think it dumb if one of those had a gun on the front or something. All I'm saying is, although the cover should not be the determining factor in choosing a book, it should be somewhat representative, don't you agree?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Dirty South at Ruby Skye
Saturday night I went to see Dirty South dj at Ruby Skye. I'd only ever been to ruby skye on sundays before…. Usually people wouldn’t go with me on any other nights, because of the horror stories of how mean the staff is and how you have to get super dressed up (making it hard to dance). Actually the staff has been rude on Sunday t dances, but Saturday night the door guy was nice. I met my new friend esther, who I met at a makeover,there (I was EARLY wow I was the one waiting, im not usually early!) and her two friends (there were 3 but one had to leave). Esther and I both had guestlist and it was supposed to be plus one. At first, the doorguy wouldn’t let me bring one of the extra girls in but when I showed him the wording on the guestlist printout (for once I'd come prepared), he graciously allowed us each a plus one. ONLY, one of the girls wasn’t actually there yet. He let us go in and when Janine showed up later, Esther was able to go out and get her in as her plus one, well after the fact. That's a niceness that doesn’t usually happen. As for the dress code..um.. What dress code? Ok, I did see someone asked to take off a baseball cap, and no one was shirtless. But I saw both guys and girls in sneakers. Guys were wearing t shirts. I saw hoodies and raggedy yuk t shirts too. E. said she had previously seen someone with a FANNY PACK! There were also dressed up people, and some people wearing scary clothes (hello girl in the fushia prom dress). Basically it seemed like wear what you want. So…never be afraid to go in because of dress code again. The music was great. I was afraid it would be trancey. I don’t like trance. I had never heard dirty south play, just a couple songs from my ipod, but I know that most of the djs that play there aren't my style. He was. I knew tons of the songs, it was a mix of vocal and non vocal (everything but the girl, sweet dreams are made of these, in the dark and more), and everyone I talked to agreed how great the music was, better than usual there. And I finally got to DANCE! It had been forever since I really danced… in between dodging overly drunk girls who couldn’t handle being on heels, who then would impale my foot with their stilletos, or the shoving people, or the totally weird guy who followed us everywhere the entire nite. LOL. I'm so glad I chanced it and went…I was pretty nervous to go to a new situation with new people but it turned out great! Sometimes it's good to get out of your customary box.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
My halloween 2009


Here is your late halloween blog! :) Now that I've been in SF for a while, I sometimes forget that other places don't celebrate it as much as here. Here, everyone gets dressed up! This year, I was the orbit gum girl and the roomies (one pictured here) were 70s gym teacher and student. I know, random. Actually, no one really knew what I was, because I kept putting the gum in my pocket, rather than holding it out, so I guess I ended up looking like girl who wears white. Lol. My first halloweeny type thing I did this year was a few weeks in advance, I went on an urban hayride. Coming from new england, I forget that not everyone even knows what a hayride is..but a lot of people in CA don't. So usually, you ride around in a horse or tractor drawn hay-filled wagon, through some fields, which may or may not be haunted. In our case, we rode around in a SF motorized old trolley car with hay in it, and we stopped at several bars as well as taking a ride through the golden gate park. No spooks on this ride, although being in a trolley full of drunk girls can be scary enough! I had fun though, something different, although I probably wouldn’t do it again. Unless it were less urban. A couple of weeks later, I got to debut my costume by going to the Queens are wild casino event. This was a benefit for the Stop AIDS foundation, and people walked around playing blackjack and other betting type things with fake money. I actually ended up being an assistant blackjack dealer to my friend and roomie, tristan jaxx. Of course, neither of us knew anything about the game, so the people playing had to teach us as we went along, but they were super nice whenever we messed up. It was fun! Something I never thought I'd be doing… A week later, it was halloween. I put back on my costume, and grabbed my friend, and grabbed another friend antonio and we went to his friend's private party which was True Blood themed. I don’t watch that show so I felt at a slight disadvantage… I don’t think the perry twins dj'd their best, but the place was beautifully decorated and I had a good time. As long as you have friends around, that's all that matters. So that was my halloween. I think that next year, I'll try and be something a little bit more common.. Im bad at thinking of costumes so maybe I ought to begin now! For another blog on some of these halloween events, read my friend's blog here.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Flourless Chocolate Cake Birthday Cake Recipie
Last night I baked a birthday cake for my roomie (and slash one of my best friends). He had been wanting a flourless chocolate cake, but circumstances last year precluded it. This year, I found a good flourless chocolate cake recipie on allrecipies.com, and made it for him while he was out to dinner with his parents. I put the candles in too early, and they melted (they were cheap candles anyway…don't buy convenience store candles!!), so I snatched them out and put them back in again when he arrived, and great timing, the cake was just cooled enough. It came out super rich - you can only eat a little! Serve it with ice cream (we used pepermint bark ice cream). One note, for the recipie, I used semisweet chocolate chips instead of squares, skipped the double boiler since we didn’t have any (just add butter first and keep on top of it so the chocolate doesn't burn) and a 9" springform pan. The recipie notes say that the 30 min is too short for the original 8" pan, but the 9" it was perfect. If you want to try a non traditional cake, try this one! Both the roomies loved it (though i prefer a flour-more chocolate cake, myself).Friday, November 06, 2009
why do people think that women posing for playboy, maxim, etc, are being exploited for men's pleasure?
I read a random blog article today about some reality show girl, from dancing with the stars, posing for playboy. I don’t watch dancing with the stars and I have no idea who that girl is, but the sentiment expressed in the blog echoed what I've heard and read many times, and it made me curious to know…why do people think that women posing for playboy, maxim, etc, are being exploited for men's pleasure? I'm sure there are many women who are exploited for men. Women who have little money, or nowhere else to go, or a billion other situations. But women who pose for magazines such as these are not being pressured into it. So many, like this woman, are actually already famous for some other thing, and there is no way anyone could say that they were coherced into posing this way, or that they needed the money, or any such thing. She knows what she was being asked to do, she enjoyed doing it, and she got money, nice photos, and attention out of it, which was what she wanted in the first place. So, zero exploitation. And really, it's not only men that look at these things. I like hot photos of women (although I don’t buy these magazines) and surely I cant be the ONLY female ever who does. So, here are photos that men and women worked together to make, to be enjoyed by men and women, to the benefit of the woman in the photo, who is celebrating her own sexuality. Seems like an all around good thing to me. Now, these are just photos, not even videos… but I won't get started defending the porn industry right now, leave that for another time. Thoughts on an answer would be appreciated…I like to see other people's point of view.
I love my eyelash curler!
Due to never learning anything girlie when I was younger, I never knew much about eyelash curlers. A few years ago, my then friend tried to curl my eyelashes… he was drunk, I believe, and ended up curling my eyeLID instead. OWWW it puffed right up and hurt a lot. That sorta scarred me for eyelash curlers, plus the fact that there is something coming at my eye. I am super squeamish about things near my eyes. (Have you ever had the dream where you just feel a needle coming at your eye? I have! <
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
To all the "real" women from a presumably "fake" one
I've just read probably the bazillionth thing online, celebrating "real" women. According to all of these people, "real" women are plump to fat to obese women with large hips, butts and breasts. This is opposed to the presumably fake (?) women, who are described as starving, dieting skeletons with no curves and a chest like a teenage boy. Um..hmm… well, I do agree with the first part. Those first women are real. It's fine, they can be portrayed in the media, on tv, movies, magazines… I'd love for them to have more clothes that fit. I'm all in support. But what's up with the second part? Do you supposed real women really think that it's nice to imply that the women who don't fit YOUR ideal are fake? I mean, isn't that just what you are accusing others of doing to you? How many times have I heard the figure of a teenage/young boy thing? I'm not a boy… even though I may think like one. Therefore, whatever figure I have is womanly. I actually happen to LIKE small breasts. So all of my fellow women who don't happen to be so well endowed up there, I still think it's hot. Lol. And yah, my butt is small and not big like some people, but don't put me down for it. I'm sure that some skinny women get that way by starving themselves. But most of the people I see on diets are not so skinny. Usually, I see smaller people eating more, and larger people starving themselves. Not all. Some larger women eat healthy and exercise and all that. Some smaller women eat crappily or not at all, and don’t exercise. Whatever, everyone is a real woman. How on earth is it going to help your cause to name-call and put down others, thereby going against your own hypocritical message of acceptance? Not everyone. I know not all people feel this way or say stuff like that. But too many articles and people do. And I know a lot of people reading this are going to say something like 'oh but fatter people are always put down and discriminated against…' well I don’t see how that truth should mean that you want to make others feel bad by doing the same to them. - Written by a real woman who happens to have to be stuck living as a woman so she might as well get the credit for it.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Jekyll & Hyde the Musical
Thursday, October 29, 2009
New Glasses!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Bye bye life, blogs, etc.. but at least i have a job...
Every day, I wake up in darkness, get ready for work, make my lunch, and am on my way. Every day, I sit in a cubicle, and try to cram as much work as I can in before the end of the day. When I'm failing, I don’t take my lunch break outside, I just run to the small break room that everyone forgets about, and quickly eat my sandwich there for a few minutes. If that doesn’t work, I might stay a bit later, if I don’t have a gym class after work. Hopefully, I run to the gym afterwards… sometimes a stop to the grocery store after that or not…. And then I'm home, but I'm too tired to do anything. My brain is fried. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to do anything. It's late and I'm too tired to cook or order, so if something's there, I eat it or if not, not. I go to sleep, all tired out, so I can wake up in the dark again. What's happened? I've finally become a full-fledged cubicle person. Work is now the most important thing in my life, and I don’t even do anything crucial… I'm boring, and tired… On the weekends I'm still burnt out. Last Saturday I had a hard time even staying awake. That's what happens with cubicle people. I have to repeat the mantra that everyone always repeats… at least I have a job. Everyone at work says that. Everyone I know who works elsewhere and does still work says that. At least we have a job. I was thinking the other day, my priorities need to change. This isnt really a very good life. But I cant think of a way to avoid it, short of importing extra hours into the day. At least the people at work are nice. That's an extra one I can add on. So I'm not really sure how many blogs you'll see. I don’t have the energy to write them at home and usually don't have the time to write them at work (I arrived way early this morning so got a minute). My brain's turned to mush anyways…that’s what happens in cubicle world, we're all zombies. Oh no I have another 40 years left of this… more time than I've been alive! Aah! Hey, at least I have a job! :)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
what are they even saying?
Wrote this a while ago...forgot to post it... still true lol.
Don't you hate it when someone tells you something and it goes in one ear and out the other? Someone says "blah blah blah.." and you say ok. And then they're gone and you realize hmm I have no idea what they said. Then you have to try to figure out and be a detective. What would they probably have said?? Usually, if it's something at work, or someone I know, I'm pretty good at figuring out what someone probably asked me to do, or let me know. In a whole conversation, it can take forever to catch up though, and I usually have zoned out too much to do that. Sorry talking people, I don't mean to lose your words! The worst part is, when you find out something later, and say hey, I didn’t know that! And someone goes well yes, i/they said/wrote that to you before, you never know if they did or not. It could definitely be true. A combo of bad memory and poor attention/zoning sure can lead to having no clue what's going on in the world. Oh well, being ditzy is fun!





























