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Monday, 25 January 2010 20:44 |
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I had to go to Burbank for work Thur/Fri... But there's always time for NoHo (hung out with Starr's new girl, rad lady), South Pasadena, Glendale, LAGC!! (great indoor range), Del Taco, Birds, oh, and Sunday breakfasts & booze in SP. 
NoHoes.
Omar's lady, Julia
Whole Bass, some king crab legs, 3lbs of scrimps... some veggies... garlic bread... Good morning! We hit 'Oaks in S Pasadena for hot fudge sundaes afterward...
UMP - Ugly Motherfucking Pigeon
Dead shit
Fiberglass shit
Bummer shit
para el pescado y marisco... adios cabrón!
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Wednesday, 13 January 2010 13:23 |
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Last Friday, while planning out a shoot w/ the photog, I made the off handed comment "I want to be INKED Girl of The Day!" - shoot on Saturday/Sunday was pretty fun. Fast Forward to this morning, some friends texted me while I was driving to work and sent messages on FaceBook to check the front page of Inked... and, well... Awesome! 
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face-down in the deep end |
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Saturday, 19 December 2009 17:44 |
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$10 Special
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cavalcade of the unremarkable |
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Friday, 18 December 2009 09:28 |
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Beer on fire... rolllinn down the roooaaadddd
Live
Did I mention it's ZERO degrees out by Great HWY
Worked Buckshot last night
Photoboothed
Bex
Sweet bar counter
Then headed to Shanghai Kelly's for shift #2
Check.
What can I get for Seven Dolla? ANY TING YOU WANT!
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Is She Pretty On The Inside, Is She Pretty From The Back |
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Sunday, 22 November 2009 21:17 |
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Ambassadors = Professionals. @ Knockout 11/20
Jess @ New People gallery 11/21
Shrinkle!
Twinkie Chan!
Checked out the upstairs art gallery at New People then did some shopping in Japan town. Worked R Bar later on... Sunday had an interesting morning. Then headed to breakfast (lunch)...
Easy Like Sunday Morning @ Pier 3 / Plant / 11/22
This is Janell, I've known her for... ~15 years? Took her to see a lady about some piercings
Dee @ Sacred. Hug your piercer. 11/22
Across the street from my BFFs, Oakland PD / Oakland Jail / Wiley Manual. Memoooriiiieeessss
 
A greyhound & a french bulldog walk into a tattoo shop... DOG FARTS!
Took Janell to get her piercings worked on, then to FTW to get her first tattoo drawn, AWW! Then went to T Rex. Brisket, Potato Salad, Mac & Cheese, Mixed Greens, and a Brandy hot apple cider later... BED TIME Oh shit but there's a loft party my friends are DJing like 2 blocks from me... Let's see how long I last.
Goodnight
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Sunday, 15 November 2009 23:10 |
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Dboy @ Let It Bleed (formerly @ Mom's) - 99.999% finished!
Party dolphin finally has some GD water. All that's left to do is the wind/filler to link the elbow to the upper 1/2 sleeve. My pimp cup looks pretty sweet now. Best part: pupusa's afterward for dinner. Dannyboy rules! Soon we're drawing up my 2 side pieces, which will extend from my upper ribs down to my knee, on both sides. If this goes anything like the outer edges of my back piece, let's just say as hyped as I am to do the full sides... I am so NOT hyped for the actual tattooing/healing. Next up is goin to hang w/ Jason @ FTW (I miss those dudes! *Sniffle* Oh, Oakland...) adding into his tiger piece on my upper right arm...
110%
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Sunday, 08 November 2009 12:34 |
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This is what I woke up to this morning - plus over 5 marching bands, Vietnam Vet / Filipino processions, Boy Scouts of America, a really sparkly float, and some other shit...
Stride Rite
Then out of nowhere they switch it up with a mariachi marching band and some of this.
Get some
Oh hai, I'm in ur rope, twirling it.
Getting ready for work on Fri - I had a Paris is Burning moment and couldn't decide on which fake eyelashes to wear. Picked some with glittery dots.
Knockout SF 11/6/09
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I want you to be king forever. |
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Sunday, 18 October 2009 19:19 |
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I just got back from the IMAX showing of Where The Wild Things Are. I wasn't planning to go out tonight BUT I loved this book as a kid, and I am going to be so busy the next few weeks I just knew I had to go. Anyway... the book. The book is ten whole sentences, yet it tells the most amazing story. Outside Over There was also another amazing Sendak book. Themes of children learning to cope with various internal states, balancing comfort and fury, dominate these stories. This is not a review, this is my reaction. Basically... other than IMAX always being awesome, this movie was a lot more intense than I thought it would be. Sure all the hype warned that it would not be "Cutesy" or suitable for really young kids. And - I'm no stranger to trainwrecks. But oh my god this movie was intense. I want to crawl up in my bed and go to sleep for a long, long time. The sheer psychological makeup of Max's character alone is a heavy one. Spike Jonze gleefully presents to us the byproduct of a [presumably] broken home and a LOT of angst... It's almost twisted except for how amazing and true. We all love a movie that makes you both laugh & cry... But to laugh, then cry, then laugh, then cry, then laugh, then cry, then cry... FUCK! Give me a bottle of wine and some Valium. I don't doubt this may be due to my own personal projections based on experience with the themes/emotions in the movie - perhaps it is not even as heavy or deep or traumatic to everyone. Surely everyone will cast their own shadow on it. I have to say I loved the movie though, save for the few seconds every now and then I would stop to realize how incredibly uncomfortable I felt. And how... just... blank I feel right now. On a side note... I will say Carol & KM's tangled web brought a smile and a cringe at how amazing and how incredibly difficult love can be. And how much I miss being in love.
i have a sadness shield that keeps out all the sadness and it's big enough for the both of us. This is no way to end the weekend. This is a time when it really fucking sucks to not have a guy around to tell me to stop moping and help me go to sleep. Fuck man. A few days ago Erik B (Life Moves Pretty Fast) & I were talking about boobs. This led to a few hours wasted on HiBoobs. SO now I will just show you some of the favorite boobs as of 10/16/09. My personal philosophy is that anyone who doesn't look at their shit or jack off is either 1) a liar or 2) might as well be dead. Same goes for tits. Gay straight upside down backwards anyway you look at it, tits rule and this should cheer you up.
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+++ Click Here - NSFW - This is a fucking family establishment, OK?? +++
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"That sounds too much like The Shocker" |
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Wednesday, 14 October 2009 14:12 |
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So there is a huddle outside my cube and I overhear some upcoming marketing campaign that needs a slogan... #1: "I liked that older campaign though!"
#3: "No that sounds too much like The Shocker"
#2: "What's that?"
#1: [Trying to explain what that is without violating excessive HR rules...]
#2: "Oh"
#3: "And besides, what would the lifestyle shots look like!!" Oh, here's your power move for Weds Oct 14, 2009:
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Sunday, 11 October 2009 11:33 |
I can't believe how many gasps I'm getting about this move. Granted I may be moving to the "Sketchiest Street in San Francisco," but... Get this. SF is what I know. Despite being kidnapped in SF when I was about 3... Despite bums trying to get into our apartment all the time or sleeping on our doorstep... The only time I've ever been assaulted, to where I had to file a police report, work with a private investigator, work with the sketch artist, have police escort to school, the whole 9 yards, was here in sunny, "safe" San Mateo. The guy who stalked me on Caltrain for 3 months, started following me to school, and eventually tried to drag me off the path from the train station, had TWELVE outstanding felony charges for assault. ON MINORS. And we're not talking minors in that I was 15 or 16 at the time, we're talking CHILDREN UNDER TEN. It's fucking disgusting. He raped and hacked to death an 8 year old girl in San Jose. Have you checked the Megan's Law maps of these suburbs? NOW tell me my new spot in SF is "sketchy."
It's depressing during the daytime, sure. It's an intersection full of people who have already been dehumanized so far that they're deemed a nuisance for the sheer lack of giving a fuck what you think of them. It's both depressing and very much alive. We'll see how it goes, right? PLUS... For 99.99% of all crackheads, they can only really focus their attention span on smoking more crack. Breaking in to cars, maybe. Buying a 40, sure, on a good day. But sweet, sweet crack is #1. So... Unless I dress up like a giant bag of crack rock for Halloween, or start dangling rocks from my shoelaces... I should be good to go. |
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