Posted on July 15, 2015
The moment I saw the Black Milk Stay Tuned skirt I knew I had to have it. I didn’t know where or when the hell I’d wear it (probably a convention). But I’m such a huge TV nerd that this limited edition piece just had to be mine.
Then it just hung there — being the lone rainbow in the sea of black, grey, and dragon leggings that is my closet — until I was invited to (okay, maybe possibly had some hand in inspiring) “Carnal Desire, the collected works of Philip S Wilson.” It was a live reading of the most hilariously unsexy “skinemax” scripts ever written, and it was one of the best things that I’ve ever had happen in front of my face. (More on that amazingness over here.)
I mean… what better way to celebrate your love of insane soft core TV than with this outfit: Read More
Posted on July 10, 2015
My ex-husband took Peezu, shattering my heart into a million pieces that are all piercing my innards with every breath I take.
The other morning was the first morning that I awoke and didn’t have to rush out of bed to walk a dog. While it was nice to be able to wake up naturally and linger in bed for a while, it also felt so strange. I naturally felt anxiety about taking Peezu out, even though I knew she wasn’t even there for me to feel anxious about. I wonder how long this feeling of needing to care for a beast who isn’t even there will linger, like a phantom limb.
I do really miss the old animal gang. I miss having a crazy home full of wild beasts, I miss caring for them, and I even miss their stupid barks sometimes… only sometimes.
When I come home now I still expect to hear the pitter patter of little Peezu claws, as she wiggles excitedly down the hall towards me. I often brace myself to hear Jackson’s loud guard bark when my neighbor opens his creaky security gate.
But the reality is that my old family is gone — the husband and two dogs — and now it’s just me and my cat. I call us “the original cast,” because before there was ever a husband or a dog, there was The Woogs and me.
I will now admit something that I feel guilty about… (lean in while I whisper it in your ear…) Read More
Posted on June 29, 2015
Whew, what a crazy couple of weeks! The apartment reboot has been both stressful and the best thing ever.
Having to take down all my shit for painting, then move all my shit for floors, then find where all my shit goes again, was not fun.
When the floor guys brutally mutilated and murdered the wall jack that supplies the internet, I thought I was going to give up, quit my job, leave town and never look back.
It wasn’t like I could get in bed, pull the covers up over my head and have a good comforting sob about it… I had no bed. I had no bed for a very long time, because what was the point of getting a new bed, and then having to move it to to get the new floors installed?
Luckily my parents keep a flat in my same building. So I packed up a lot of my stuff — clothes, shoes, toiletries, computer, dog, etc — and moved in there. That worked out really well… until I got a call from my mom late at night that my brother was going to be using the apartment for a few days. This gave me two hours to move out of my safe haven and find a new place for my dog and myself to live. Yikes!
The next few days were spent in two different houses, and one hotel in Newport Beach. As stressful as it was to find myself instantly homeless, it was actually a fun few days. I enjoyed the time I got to spend with my friends, and Peezu even got built-in dog-sitters. By the time I was back from Newport, my bed had been delivered, the internet was flowing once again, and it was time to pick up my boss and friend, Ariel, from the airport!
Yes! I was finally back to living in my very own apartment, on the same day that had my first house guest who can stay in my perfectly lovely guest room! Look:
In honor of Ariel’s visit and my apartment reboot, I decided to throw a party the night Ariel arrived. I invited a few of my close friends over to drink and take in the sexy minimalist vibe of my pad, all the while getting to meet the woman they hear me talking about all the damn time, but have never met.
It was an amazing night. I almost literally had every close friend that I love most in the world (and a few people I didn’t know at all) under one roof. Someone pointed out that if a drone was to strike my apartment it’d be a devastating loss for me. Fortunately the evening was drone free and super-fun.
Here are some photos from the party… Read More
Posted on June 11, 2015
One day I looked around my apartment and all the stuff that had made my house feel like a home started to make me feel entombed. All the tchochskies, the books, the toys, the furniture, the art, even the rug under my feet — curated, collected, and displayed just so — all started to feel like “too much stuff.” I felt like I was living in an episode of Hoarders — the overly decorated edition.
I thought about culling. I thought about starting a donation pile. I even got rid two or three bags of clothes. But the moment I would start on the rest of the place, I would promptly get overwhelmed. What good is this tiny dent going to make when this whole two bedroom apartment is full-to-bursting with SHIT!?
I remember thinking, as I edited a post about an apartment fire, “I wish I could just burn it all down and start over.”
A few months later, I kind of did… Read More
Posted on June 8, 2015
Once again I got to attend another epic cosplay party. This time it was a Marvel-themed joint for my friend Brittany’s thirtieth birthday. And the birthday girl had a special request: could Ken and I dress up like Shield agents and “clear” people as they come through the door — checking for Hydra, accounting for any undocumented super powers that might cause disruptions, etc. Our answer was HELL YEAH!
All Ken had to do was don a suit, and boom, instant male agent of Shield. I, however, was having a problem finding costume ideas. I googled “female Shield agent costume” over and over, and found out that the women of Shield all dress so differently. They don’t wear straight-up suits, like the men do, some wear jumpers and body suits, some wear business casual outfits. Then my friend Matt, and Marvel expert, suggested some kind of pencil skirt and blazer situation. I hopped on Amazon to see what I could find, and I found the perfect dress:
Using this dress as the base, I began to assemble my female Shield agent cosplay… Read More
Posted on June 4, 2015
I’ve gotten a few concerned emails from my lovely wonderful friends asking if all was okay, since I hadn’t blogged in a while.
The answer is overwhelmingly YES! Actually.
I’m home from all my travels. I’m filing for divorce officially. I’m happy about that. I’m going out a lot. I’m going on adventures with friends. I’m eating foods I’ve never tried before. I’m starting up the ‘ol Fitbit again. I’m walking a lot. I’m kicking ass. I’m re-doing my apartment. I’m getting new hard wood floors. I’m re-painting. I’m buying a dining room table and chair set. I’m re-decorating. I’m overwhelmed by all of this but…
I’m good. I’m great. I’m happy. I’m excited. And mostly… I’m looking forward to the future.