Pointy fat ass

I just saw the largest ass. Kudos for the girl as it wasn't saggy. It was well up there, but man was it ever shaped like a giant lumpy grapefruit. I think one side was pointy, like some anomaly.

fab

via the moment.blogs.nytimes.com

retro. slick. pro.

jalou

not super keen on the storyline, but love how the models act and still 'model.'
phone looks useless.

pants on backwards

point blank. though in my defense, it's those lululemon stretchy pants so really, at worse, i could've worn it backwards AND inside out... i'm a gem.

dear death

please take my grandma into your cold clutches, but show her the warmth and happiness of days gone. show her what it means to be young and at peace. show her that her family will always love her.

Boob job

There's a lady with her cell phone b/w her boobs. She doesn't look slutty, young or attractive enough to be a stripper. Just classless.

F'ing hipsters

Dear hipsters standing beside me, pls stop groping each other as it disgusts me purely.

sad

you know what's sad? knowing something good is probably not going to be here in 6 months. so... should i try to enjoy what i have now, but at the same time try not to attach myself too much, which is virtually impossible. or just back away now and miss out something good, right now?
i have a feeling i'll go with the former.
sigh.
sadface.
"heart" is sad.

Haterade

I'm just full of haterade right now. Would like to open up the can and blast someone, but my fear of losing my job, friends, and possible romantic interest is stopping me. I'll just sit here and stew. If I was a snoopy cartoon I'd probably have stormy clouds with lightening over my head.

Obsess much?

So I've been told by my guy friends I can't push, obsess, or over analyze. Trying not to bring the crazy out, but all I want to do is just ask so are you or are you not considered my bf?
Seeing as it's been less than a month, I'll say not.
But less than a month is like dog years for me! Gahhh I need to learn patience and what they say as "going with the flow."
Best wishes to me...

Gas Gas Gas

I feel like one giant gas bubble. Would be ever so grateful for a fart right now. Or a burb. I'm not picky.

it hurts. Sadface.

Happy thanksgiving

Many things to be thankful for:
-I don't have cancer or need to be operated on
-My dad's health seems to be sustaining well
-the friends who will be there for me during tough times
-having a job and great boss
-went to europe twice in less than 12 months
-tennis tennis tennis

So, happy thanksgiving everybody.

Comfort

Going to see a man tonight. Want to look impressive yet comfortable at the same time. I think the result is just comfortable. Impressive got left by the wayside on clothing reject pile. Shit. Now I have to clean up my room tomorrow.

Defensive

Maybe you should take the stick out of your ass and appreciate the friends who actually don't bail on you and that you can rely on, except you're too busy seeking for something better you can't see what's in front of you. You insensitive shit.

paris, je t'aime

okay, so it's not a picture i took, but this time last year i was in paris and oh how the autumn colors create a visceral feast for my eyes. paris, je t'aime. i wanna go back.

photo via chic report

i'm an internalizing fool

so i guess i tend to internalize a lot of things, but i think that's also a symptom of being a girl. i tend to just bottle stuff up or pretend i'm tough and brush stuff off, but really i'm a big fluffy softie, that once in awhile whatever i had bottled up, pretending it doesn't bother me, will just explode from my eyes in the form of tears, which may then appear as though i'm crying for no reason.

case in point, tonight, at tennis. my serve basically disappeared during the summer, my regular coaches were not there and i just lost it, muscle memory gone, now left with a crapola of what the hell am i doing serve. so tonight, after hearing one too many no, what are you doing, you know how to serve comments, my mentality just shut down and beat me up. then i cried. then i had to get one of those you don't suck talkings from the coach, and then was embarassed b/c crying in public for no apparant reason is just horrible. tragic. swollow me in a ground mortified.

what a night.

Crazy me

Did I tell you I met the guy from the online dating site? Anyway, long story short, finally met up w/ guy, let's call him facial hair, for a drink late one night and I think we had hit it off. He seemed pleasanty surprised that I'm no pyscho, as was I. He even texted to say he really wants to meet up w/ me again as an hour was not enough.



Anyway, after much texting back and forth, b/c that's the new way of communicating these days, long gone are the days of voice, I find out he had a date last night. He had bought a charity date for autism (ok, so he's a do-gooder), and me being the dumbass that I am, I had set myself up for disappointment by asking if she's even hot as he said oh I'm sure it'll be awkward etc, but that ya she's hot.



He had said he would call me last night after this date. He did not. I bet you it's b/c he fucked her.



I've turned into the crazy from 'he's just not that into you' except I think he really is into me, I just wish things would move more quickly b/c at this rate, I won't be able to tell if he's a good kisser until November.

friday night

i had a really, really ... good... friday night.

All the same

So a guy msged me on the online dating site and he attached his pics, except half of them consist of 2 other asian guys. Is it so bad that I can't tell which one is him even when there's a pic of just him posted??

That's bad right?

junk in the trunk

how do i know i've added more junk? b/c my previous sizing at H&M does not fit me anymore. and things that use to look good, now don't really. instead of lambchop, i think i am a porkchop now.

self deprecating at it's best right now...

eat itself

i'm really hungry right now. well my belly is grumbling. i didn't have any dinner b/c i had such a full dimsum lunch and gelato at 4 that i didn't want to eat before tennis.

belly is grumbling. i'm not going to feed it though. it's too late in the night. i hope it eats its own fat content. could sure lose some weight.

oysters

did you know oysters are an aphrodisiac and can make you super horny? i didn't know that. i got told that by my austrian wannabe lover (wannabe probably more so, or more desperate on my side than his) the day after we went for oysters.

combination of rejection + no opportunity for great awesome sex is really putting a damper on this ol' 25 yr old soul.

rejection

okay so there are only so many 'nos' i can handle in life. irregardless if the person is busy or not, no's from guys i haven't met, no's from acquaintances i'm trying to re-acquaint, no's from best girlfriends...
ppl are busy. i understand. but seriously. can't even get anything going for the weekend. sometimes i wish i could go back to the ways pre-going out. b/c now that i've realized how much more fun it is to go out and do stuff, rather than mulling at home, i've been feeling deprived when there's no one to hang out with.
why can't i just do stuff on my own? b/c. i, by myself am boring, and i can't think of anything i'd do on my own that would provide enough entertainment to make me feel happy.

i've been told to stop seeking out the quick bursts of happy just to feel satisfied for a short amount of time and to find out what really makes me happy by myself, that would sustain me for a long time. well... what makes me happy by myself is finding ppl to hang out with. being in other ppl's company. being rejected, i don't care if ppl already had plans, x 10 is crappy no matter what the situation is.

pounced

so, i wouldn't say i got 'pounced' on by a guy, but it sure felt like it as it was unexpected... okay so it was 1am and i was dressed post clubbing bday night, but i also went over b/c it seemed like the only time to hang out with a friend. a friend who never showed interest before, never initiated times to hang out and watch movies, all done by me btw, and hadn't spoken to him in a month.

so... feeling more like a convenient tool for the horny, quiet type. and more baffled and confused than ever by guys. thought i had them figured out!

back to paris?!

last year was jeff koons who allowed me to survive the tight, claustrophobic corriders of versailles. don't get me wrong, versailles IS beautiful, but when it's hot, stuffy, and you're being corraled like cattle thru a throng of tourist groups, versailles is not that enjoyable.

this year it's murakami's turn. time for another trip back to paris?!