Heavy.

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You Do You

I’m almost 25! AAAAA! Freakout!

I now work in sales (I never thought I would…. thanks anthro degree). I get rejected 50-80 times per day #Fun?   Anyway, the past couple of months haven’t been my best.

However,  all of this rejection is helping me in my personal life. When I get a “fuck off” or yelled at for 10 minutes by a potential client, I no longer take it personally or let it get to me. I find my inner Jay-Z and move “onto the next one.”

The point is in all of the rejection and negativity it’s important to stay true to yourself, hence, “you do you.”

 

Wat da….?

Both letting go and moving on are interesting concepts; whether it’s a place, a stage in life, or a person in your life. Letting go and moving on are always difficult. 

One of my friends just began teaching. One of her 6th graders asked her what would happen if he passed all of his tests and did all of his homework. My friend replied that he would then move onto 7th grade. He was perplexed and responded, “so it’s like 6th grade never happened?” As ridiculous as the question seems, I think that when a lot of us want to let go/move on, we go through a stage when we need to detach ourselves and pretend it never happened. Hence, Gotye’s Somebody I used to know, or I have an ex-boyfriend that would not look at me/ or even in my direction after we had broken up. So is this child’s question really that ridiculous? I mean, I am forever changed by the individuals I meet and the places I visit so clearly they happened. 

Sometimes though, moving on may make it seem as though 6th grade didn’t happen…. Maybe that’s why it’s so difficult to accept and to do. 

Anyway, Gangstas buy some booze with your fake i.d.s   ….. and wear red lipstick!

I love NYC 😉

 

 

Feel Better, without Butter!— But really take a peak

Step 1: Print this picture and hang it over your desk.

Source: epic4chan

Step 2: Be uplifted by this inspiring corgi cross stitch.

Source: etsy.com  /  via: tumblr.tastefullyoffensive.com

Step 3: Feel pretty.

Step 4: Imagine you are this penguin.

Step 5: Feel empowered.

Step 6: Remember that these dogs are on your side.

Step 7: And this dog with a goat will fight for you as well.

Step 8: Be happy that you aren’t one of these people.

Step 9: Be happy that these are not your taco shells.

Step 10: Hey look, Johnny Depp had to iron cheese sandwiches too!

Step 11: Allow yourself to enjoy these pictures of dogs.

Step 12: Look at this cat riding a rooster.

Step 13: Look at this hedgehog wearing a tiny hat.

For the original follow the link:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/13-simple-steps-to-get-you-through-a-rough-day

Moooostachio, my unibrow is also ironic

Add your salsa on any taco, or guacamole on the sushi 😉 Happy Friday

Isn’t this video beautiful? I love cover songs, and I think it’s amazing that Gotye both put this video together and clearly appreciates and admires the diversity of interpretations of his own song. I can’t stop watching it.

Happy Friday, friends!

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What would Lincoln do?

I don’t care what anyone says Lincoln was a babe; one of my favorite presidents.

My favorite thing about Lincoln is that he always kept his cool. When betrayed or antagonized he wouldn’t reprimand or hand out verbal lashings. Instead, he wrote “strongly worded” letters, to those who had wronged him. However, he never sent them.

He realized that these letters would only be met with resentment. The recipient would not feel sorry, instead he/she (but lets be real, he) would justify his own actions and condemn those of the president.

In my youthful haste to persuade people, I have severed one + relationships with unkind words. Next time, I feel like I’ve been “ass – fucked in the heart,” I’ll ask myself, what would Lincoln do….

So write a letter. Blow off steam, because resentment makes you look fat. But for the love of whomever DON’T SEND IT!

Next time you’re overcome by rage just ask yourself what would Lincoln do. Carry a five dollar bill folded like the one in the picture in your wallet. 

If you didn’t know how old you were….How old would you think you were?

aksfjaskljfa! Does this make sense?

Sometimes when I see “Age: 24” I’m SHOCKED! :$   I realize I’m not actually old, though my knee does pop out from time to time, but when did 24 happen?

I believe that how old you look has little to do with the way you physically look but more with your overall demeanor. Sure, you can meet someone and say 43, but when they share themselves with you, you think wow 25 and you can no longer see what made you think 43 (besides that bald spot) …. jokes  . Karma, please don’t give me a bald spot for having written that….

That being said, i would rather act 5 than 15, and I would rather be 24 than 15 because though I still constantly have verbal diarrhea…. oh fuck how’d that dumb shit come out of my mouth? …. I am more comfortable with myself and I am more in control of my decisions. The key to looking 20 at 27 (besides eating a diet rich in fruits and vegetables!!!! SERIOUSLY, eat the fucking broccoli it’s the best thing for you) is to feel like you are five. Did you care what anyone thought about you when you were five. Nope! You probably danced anywhere you wanted and ran naked through fountains. Give yourself equal freedom now. Now that you can choose to eat ice cream for breakfast (but remember we’re trying to live to 140 so have oatmeal instead) choose to act the way you want to, not the way you perceive other people want you to. Because they probably don’t give a rat’s ass or even worse a rat’s tail…ew!

I originally started to write this because I really like this Rookiemag.com, it’s a magazine for teenagers and has a lot of great advice that I can still relate to. One of my favorite articles is about how some of the funniest ladies on the telly lost their virginity. I admire and appreciate their youthful honesty. Check it out here.

A diamond is coal under pressure – my yoga gal

There’s a wonderful girl in Long Beach who holds Yoga classes every Saturday and Sunday by the beach. Classes are free, but of course donations are included and well earned!

I absolutely adore her energy and teaching style, plus she always has all these really deep inspirational phrases to get you through the poses and life.

Though it may not seem so, Yoga is difficult! Today my back is sore and it feels so good! — That’s probably the point that Yoga like life can sometimes seem so easy to the outside but to the individual doing each pose, going through each motion there’s a bit more going on.

Anyway, I love this picture! Remember if you’re going through something difficult a diamond is coal under pressure; you’re on your way to becoming a diamond.

-Namaste

My Resume; Hire Me!

The Resume/CV I wish I could give to employers:

Education: X University

 

Objective: Getting a job!

 

Shit I’ve done:

 

Spanish High School: Best Job, kids were crazy and hormonal but so am I. And now that I am back in America I want to kiss everyone on the cheeks, and I accidentally did after one interview.

 

HORRIBLE company: The men would constantly shout out some obsenities and say “the only reason women have jobs is because they can’t find no man that will support them.” My first day working there one of the sales guys, who happened to be BFFs with the owner’s son pushed himself up against me while I was making copies and creepily whispered into my ear, “oh, you ARE short, but I like it better that way.” I wish I had punched his ugly ass face and gone to HR, but HR was the owner and I was super expendable and relieved I had just gotten a job after so much searching. I got fired a month later!

 

Temp Agency: Check boxes with stereos to make sure they had the correct program. I was working alongside a guy who had recently graduated and an older man probably around 50something, he was American but spoke with a british accent (wtf?), I will refer to him as WTF, because really WTF?!  Anywho, WTF walked around the entire day with his blue tooth in his ear like he was going to get some important call while wearing his stupidly old sneakers. We were all doing the same stupid job but he would refer to the piles of boxes as the “Alpha Pile” and the “Beta Pile.” What?! It’s Pile A and Pile B, this is a terrible job and there’s no hiding it even by Alphaing that shit up!

 

Research Assistant: Recruit people for a study in Venice Beach. The research team had stationed itself in front of the Kush doctor, who then had vandetta against us for having done so. A random homeless man would always point to the Kush doctor’s “office” and proceed to ask me “if that’s the kush doctor, are you the kush nurse?”

 

Kitchen Employee, age 19: at a student body run cafe. I had to make marinara sauce in a pot that was nearly my height and as wide as maybe 3.5 of me standing close together. Most days I felt like I was getting a deep marinara facial, the steam from the sauce opened up my pores while the marinara seaped into my skin. Ew! I would leave looking like I had drowned somebody in a tub of marinara, but I got a free bagel at the end so all was good.

 

Receptionist: I was 18 and had just graduated from high school. The HR guy was constantly telling me that was the best time of anybody’s life.