current read:

it's okay... so far. i haven't read the entire thing yet, so i don't want ot be too quick to judge. also, special k with strawberries paired with vanilla soy milk is divine. yes, divine. that and peanut butter and jelly with honey and some hot tea are basically what i've been surviving off of when i'm at joe's house. what is this shit? a food blog? ha! sorry. anyway, my mind is blank right now. ciao.

stop looking through my phone.

things i love:
- bloody marys (i like everything spicy, so the fact that i can have my alcohol spicy too makes me want to shed tears of joy)
- http://www.tastespotting.com/
- the food network (especially everyday italian, fuck you rachel ray!)
- oatmeal, i have the best recipe
- rereading a lot of murakami works
- having dreams about saul williams
- working hard and seeing results
- following john mayer on twitter (FAIL)

also, i'm going to have to eventually cut most (if not all) dairy products from my diet. i try to pretend that i'm not lactose intolerant so that i can eat ice cream and grilled cheese... but then i go home with a tummy ache. right now i'm trying to feel out vegan cream cheese. EH.

aidydoo.

look at aiden! he's so funny looking & cute. it's hilarious to me.

i gotta thang for words.

i finished another murakami book (south of the border, west of the sun) in less than two days. it was, eh. my favorites in order from best to whatever - 1. norwegian wood 2. the wind up bird chronicles 2. kafka on the shore. actually the last two are tied. anyway, the book i just read was interesting, deep, relatable, had lovely imagery, but nevertheless... dull. i need a book to move me, you know? inspire me. books like east of eden and 1984... i could feel in the pit of my stomache. can't just read it, i gotta feel it. anyway, enough book-talk. go watch observe and report! chieko and laughed our asses off the other night.

rolling stones.

wiiiiiiiiiiiiild horses...


love,
graceless lady.

dear baby,

things are going a little too well. i don't want to jinx myself.

los doyers.

so. who wants to go to a game next week?

...

pasadena,

aw. :)

my dad in middle school. i just realized that i look like him.

pike bar.

long beach was good to us last night.

phone camera is no comparison to my old xti.

the apple of my eye, the knife in my side, the peanut butter to my jelly, the hitler to my germany, the pounding headache above my brow - molly.

you must try the tofu tacos... if! you are fond of tofu, of course. i went with candice and jade and then came back four hours later with joe to try the burritos. greazy goodness. i'm down for a kimchi quesadilla.

little aiden. i love you but your mom's a cunt. do you want to hear the things i shout at him when i see him? it goes something like this every time: aiiidddddydoodooo!hiii chubscout. youre fat, youre fat but i love you. you look like your mom and that kind of stinks but you look like daddy too so i love you the mostest. ian and i will take good care of you and save you from becoming the tightwad that is your mother. look at your fat little feet *puts his foot in my mouth* uggh youre so cute i want to SPANK YOU. (so i do) *aiden starts to cry, ian and i laugh* this, my friends, is how it is in my family. giving too much love and then the baby leaving in tears. love it.

rasberry vodka + monsters = too drunk to fuck.

goodbye richie!

sangria + tapas for richie's going away dinner. see you in july, fag.