"i love the smell of commerce in the morning" -brodie

Check out this girly time-waster called Polyvore. This site is like having a virtual closet where you can put together outfits and then be sad about how you don't have any of these items in your real life closet. This is the site for you if you've had your coffee today after 6:00 p.m. therefore are wide awake at 1:30 a.m.

This is my Mallrats-Shannen Doherty inspired outfit.

Flannel by Isabel Marant (so it's probably really expensive), Floral Dr. Martens, Boyfriend cut jeans, Pink Crop Top and Top Shop backpack. 

This outfit is sort of similar to something I wore over the weekend except with what I wore, a friend said I looked "lumber jack chic" then a few drinks later he said my outfit looked "really lesbian." I'm not sure what "really lesbian" means coming from a gay guy.

pets: my thoughts (rant or reflection? you decide)

If you know me personally, you know that I am not an "animal person." I figure it is about time I defend -- more like explain myself. I don't know what it is, but there is something in my genetic make up that does not allow me to ooh and awww over pets like some people do, whether that is dogs, cats, birds, pigs, etc. I don't dislike animals. I would never hurt one and I do get sad when I see the Sarah MacLaughlin ASPCA commercial, but then I get annoyed because that "Arms of the Angel" song that plays throughout the commercial reminds me of that annoying movie City of Angels, which reminds me of Nicolas Cage. I also think baby animals are adorable, however, that does not mean I enjoy looking at photos of other people's pets. I only need to see two maybe three photos of pets. The first one is when the pet is a baby, then when the pet is older and the third is when the pet is doing something spectacular like attempting to play a piano or flush the toilet (also that is the only time I find people's pet videos interesting). I try to like animals because I worry that my lack of gushy affection towards animals means I am capable of being a serial killer. I may not love animals but I do detest people who equivocate their pets to people-- particularly children. Pets are not children.

Perhaps my feelings towards pets can be explained by my childhood. Growing up, my family had a dog named Trixie. I'm not sure of her breed but she looked like a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with slightly smaller ears. She was a cute dog and died at the age of 14. She was very sick and I actually saw her die and to my surprise, cried. I was never that close to Trixie because she was really more my brother's pet. It took me a long time to get used to her because I was terrified of dogs. When I lived in the Philippines there was this dog that terrorized my neighborhood—or maybe it terrorized me and I've been sort of afraid of dogs since.* Trixie was the first dog I petted and held. I was eight-years-old. 

*I am more afraid of cats than dogs. I actually kind of like dogs now. Cats stare at you emotionless so they look like they are plotting to kill you.

ok friends...

Get ready to be annoyed with attempts at weight loss posts! Since January, I've lost a measly 2-4 pounds and I have kicked up my work outs and tried to count calories again. I have decided counting calories is just not cutting it for me because when I count calories I somehow use it as an excuse to eat junk. My rationalization goes something like this:

I can eat two slices of thick cut bacon because it's 140 calories, which is less than a small bag of Lay's potato chips and about the same amount as two pieces of toast. 


This is bad because bacon has so much fat and after I've eaten two slices of bacon, I want more and to avoid eating more I end up eating a giant scone and I end up in a downward spiral of eating and self-loathing followed by terrible heart burn and acid reflux.

From now on until I go to Coachella, which is in 39 days, I am going to practice healthy eating again.