Can we talk about this?

maybe I do need harem pants.

whet the appetite

Saw this on the freeway the other day. Yikes.

On Sunday I went over to Allie's to eat Moroccan food, drink margaritas, and watch the Osars. It was great. I was chatting to a friend of Allie's who was cooking up that tasty food when he mentioned he used to work in Wolfgang Puck's kitchen. I, polite conversationalist that I am, asked if he was still a chef.

And then he says:

"No, I'm a cage fighter."

He really is. He makes his living fighting people in cages, and also teaching people how to fight in cages. Further proof that graduate school is probably unnecessary. Strength training, on the other hand...

Well, what are you going to DO about it, Liz Taylor.

This year has been crazy so far - crazy in the coconut. Seriously. Some unfortunate stuff has gone down. But that's not for blogging. That's for, y'know, private contemplation.

For blogging:

I am really into these Viactiv chocolate chew/vitamins.

They've got that chalky vitamin taste, so you know they're healthy and full of...important healthy lady things. But they are also chewy and vaguely chocalate-y! I would describe them as somewhat unpleasant tootsie rolls and they are my favorite.

This is a song I like to listen to.



So nice it's posted twice! Actually, I don't know why that's happening.

This band's pretty cool. The Stevenson Ranch Davidians, they're called.



Like these guys too: Deep Sea Diver. The frontwoman makes me think of a lady Nick Cave, amirite? Apparently their name is otherwise known as a Grizzly Bear song, which is just one of those many, many bands people told me I was supposed to like and I never listened to at all. Out of spite, I suppose. Laziness?

It's possible that I'm a hypocrite.

But now, thanks to Viactiv, I've at least got my breast health.