i sold my soul

Remember just 5 days ago how I was like, "I quit Facebook?" As it turns out, I have sold my soul to Zuckerberg. I registered for StyleMint and JewelMint a while back (it's a website where you earn credits when you buy something and use your credits to buy more, etc.) and I apparently used my Facebook account to register. In order for me to redeem my credits, I had to use my Facebook login which activated my account. Yes, that seems like an excuse. I can redeem my points, cancel the subscription, deactivate and start all over again but that just seems like too much trouble.

I have seen this option a lot more lately where you can register with your Facebook account or you can sign up separately. I always chose the Facebook option because I don't want to bother with filling out the online form and wait for a confirmation email, etc. blah blah blah. Something just occurred to me that has been so obvious all along, is that this is how Facebook is rooting itself into my life like a weed. Those evil genius SOBs.


p.s. I deleted the Facebook app from my phone to save myself from myself. I have a feeling even Facebook will win that fight with myself eventually.

my life the past two days: a list (dramatic much? yes i am)

You know you're either in a rut, trying to recover from horribly shameful behavior that's caused you to re-evaluate your life or just being over dramatic as an excuse to be lazy when...

1.) You haven't gone into the office in two days, which means...
2.) You haven't showered in two days, which means...
3.) You've been in your pajamas for two days, which means...
4.) You haven't put on a bra in two days.
5.) The only human beings you've come into physical contact with are the people at the McD's drive thru for when you go get breakfast. That's also the only time you've left your house.
6.) You cry incessantly during the season finale of Downton Abbey when Matthew and Mary finally get together and you also cry incessantly because Bates and Anna can't be together. You just cry the entire two hours.
7.) You do a lot of just "laying on the couch" or floor.
8.) Consider ordering Chinese take out to have it delivered to your house because you don't want to have to walk two blocks to pick it up (and mostly because you don't want to have to put on a bra).
9.) You watch 3 marathons of something.
10.) You actually feel like you're missing out on something from Facebook (which you just quit yesterday) because you don't know what people had for lunch or how much they're "loving the weather."

Tomorrow I promise to get up, shower and put on publicly appropriate clothes and go into the office. I also promise to exercise and get actual sun on my face. I promise to stop being so dramatic and realize I've done all I can to repair the damage and hope people don't think I'm totally crazy... only a little crazy.

the song remains the same

"California sunlight, sweet Calcutta rain, Honolulu star bright, the song remains the same"

-Led Zeppelin

Catching up with friends you haven't seen for some time is like suddenly remembering the lyrics to your favorite song. You've forgotten the words and how the song makes you feel but when the lyrics come to mind, you're back in a familiar place.

Photo diary of my weekend in San Diego with friends.

B's new little cottage

Spending the day at Ocean Beach antique and seashell shopping.

If or when I get back on Facebook this will be an option for a "cover photo." 

Putting to use the photo taking tip Molly got from a gay guy who says to pretend like your chin is on a shelf. This is suppose to be a flattering pose, not at all awkward.

At Pizza Port

Molly's house, the hostess with the mostest

Her Valentine's Altar

VHS Tapes for her guests in the guest bedroom

A windy and chili day on Coronado

Never quite ready for a photo...

I call this the "Amber" pose. Shout out to my homegirl Amber G.

Drinks at The Blind Lady

Shopping for her home

Dinner at the Pearl Hotel. So Mad Men

And this is me you know, being chic in my Jordache Faux Fur coat. This is my look for when I become Beyonce-Jay Z rich.

why i deactivated my facebook

I've deactivated my Facebook account so I can spend more time working on my novel.... I wish that were the reason.

Here are my reasons

1.) Seeing what everyone is up to
Facebook has made it so I feel like I need to know what everyone is up to. We were never that way pre-Facebook. I need to wean myself off of that.

2.) Drunk Facebooking
There has been a number of occasions where I've commented on people's Facebook while I'm at a bar drinking. I have no filter after two beers and I become nasty and mean. Some of my drunk Facebook comments have been funny, some mean and embarrassing. So it's either stop drinking or stop Facebooking.

3.) Too many friends
It's not so much the amount of friends I have it's more who I am friends with on Facebook. I am friends with family, friends and co workers and there are only certain information I was a each group to see. Facebook changes so much I have to keep updating my privacy settings and to be honest, it's getting to be a pain in the ass. There is obviously a much larger issue at work here. If I can't share the same information for all three groups, that means I'm living in different worlds. That is true. I do live a bit of a double life and for people who live double lives Facebook requires a little bit more work. (When I say double life, I don't mean I'm like a sweet religious girl by day and hooker by night. It's not that extreme.)

I have recently done things on Facebook while drunk and emotional and highly regret. I am embarrassed by my actions and I figured it's easier to not have to face people on there. From now on, I will just make an ass of myself the old fashioned way, by emailing, texting, IMing and in person.

This is not a knock on Facebook. I don't think it is bad. In this case, I think it's the user that is the problem. I'll activate my Facebook again once I get used to not checking it so much.

Anyway, I know you all will miss my awesome status updates. I'm still on Twitter and Instagram and of course this blog.

I hope I'm able to stay logged off for some time. The hard part will be filling my day at work and may actually have to do work.

where everybody knows your name

When Cheers was on the air I was not old enough to set foot in a bar but more so I was not old enough to know the true meaning of being “a regular.” The idea of being a regular anywhere never appealed to me because in my mind frequenting a place seemed routine which meant boring. Now that I am regular at several places (a bar, coffee shop and dangerously close to being a regular at a boutique) I can’t imagine my life without these establishments. At my local watering hole, I have become almost friends with some bar tenders. I say almost because the time we spend together is never outside of the bartender-bartendee dynamic but we are Facebook friends. Some regular customers I have engaged in long conversations with and some I’ve never spoken a word to (like the extra I once wrote about*). I love being a regular. Walking into to a place where the staff knows you by first name and you see the usual cast of characters feels like coming home and getting centered at the end of a long workday.

*The gray haired pony tail guy I once wrote about in the post titled "extras" I did finally talk to. He approached my friend and I and asked me about my car because he saw me drive up. He then introduced himself to us and I have been trying to remember his name since. I know. I am a terrible person because it turns out he still remembers my name.

don't cry no tears

A while back I purchased these onion goggles because I couldn't manage to cut an onion without crying like I had just been dumped in the worst possible way (like while in a fast food drive-thru).

I have used the onion goggles several times now and they work fabulously.

For about $20, you too can be tear free while looking stylish and working it in your kitchen.

i tumble

I just thought I'd let ya'll know. I guess I think it's a good idea to increase my internet presence, which is a really weird thing to say because it kinda sounds like I want to start posting sexts and sexual photos of myself. Maybe I will on tumblr.

www.sarahsbackpages.tumblr.com