Case of the Ex - Timeline

Jimmy suggested that with the new Facebook Timeline I stalk people that I've previously dated.  Jimmy has weird humor, but I did...

Man... I can see where you've been, old wall posts, your "life events."  People seriously don't need to blog anymore because I can just get that snapshop of your life on your Facebook page.

Anyway, I found this on tumblr the other day:

Then I found this this morning:

Ryan, my first boyfriend when I was 17.  Seriously case of the ex up on his facebook.  I tried to delete these posts, but couldn't really figure out how, but I guess it doesn't hurt to have a reminder that once someone touches your life you tap in once in a while to check up.  Like once a year...or when you're weak.... or during the holidays.  And the other person can only ignore you because that's the best thing to do to wean you off  holding onto hindering memories.  Let go, let go, let go.

I can trace these dates to periods of my life
2006 - Facebook friended him
2007 - Broke up with college boyfriend of 3.5 years
2008 - Laid off from first job out of college, DUI other chaos.
2010 - Lonely

And why this guy?  Why not my college boyfriend?  Because Ryan was my first.

2011 is coming to a close and I didn't contact him once.  The reasons are obvious.  My life is stable, I wake up next to the man of my dreams every morning... I'm doing just fine.  In fact, I haven't even thought of him until Jimmy suggested it.

Thank you facebook for timeline - you make it really easy to see everything.... seriously everything about your life.

Living Room Upgrade

I don't think I'll ever be as into home decor as Old Brand New, but we upgraded our couch!! (Only because Eric was giving it away.)

Before

After

Heh, I guess the flowers, lighting, and boyfriend without lazy eyes helped with the upgrade.


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Sorry for the load of updates - I'm feeling a lot of relief blogging in bulk when I am allowed the time this weekend!  I am almost caught up!  It feels good.

Pigging Out in October

Wanted to share some food porn that I had in October. Alysia introduced me to Food Gawker which is a site that aggregates the best (homemade) food porn on the web. They also have an app.  It's over!!!

Los Angeles you have the best food ever.


Chicago Deep Dish at Masa in Echo Park
Ernesto's good bye dinner *sad face*

Korean Boo Dae Jji Gae (Military Stew) at Johnson House
Better when you're drunk

Lobster Pad Thai at some place in Beverly Hills that I would never eat at unless work took me there.

Must have Thai dishes at Ruen Pair in Thaitown
Morning Glory?  Ongchoy?  What is that dish on the bottom right that I love so much?

Vietnamese Goi Hen (Clam Salad) at Via Cafe in Chinatown
Little Saigon has better (of course.)

Thanksgiving with a Friend of 12 Years

It was the first year I missed Thanksgiving with my family, but luckily Alysia was also an orphan.  We made Thanksgiving lunch together with our friend Anand in west LA (yuck).  I told others about going to an "orphan dinner" this year and they thought I was volunteering.  No no... I don't volunteer silly.

Alysia is a chef we made the following from scratch:

• Mashed Potatoes
• Gravy
• Apple Pie
• Sweet Potato Casserole with brown sugar and oats
• Dinner Rolls

We only bought a Turkey breast and Leg because it was only the three of us.  Cranberry sauced was canned and stuffing was boxed.

I've known Alysia for at least 12 years.  For 12 years I've gone to her house to eat her food.  Nothing will break tradition.  She was also the one that always urged me to move to LA.  My stomach is very thankful for that.

Each of these dishes required a stick of butter... mmmm American feast.

I'm thankful for the friends I've made, the family I have and the boyfriend that I live with.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Halloween Fizzle

A little month late, but Halloween was a bit of a bust.  I think I knew it was gonna be meh when I had to recycle a costume.  Though I liked my outfit, some guy came up to me and asked if I was supposed to be a dude from the 70s.  NO IDIOT, I'm  FUCKING GIRAFFE.  God.  I didn't expect it to be as epic as last year's Halloween, but I must say this year was pretty bad.

NO ONE seemed to have plans.  So we ended up just going to an org event that turned out to be a bit awkward even though all of our buddies were there.  Lots of older folks and there was cover to hang at someone's house.  I guess I couldn't complain with the open bar, but still... someone's house.

Ended up in West Hollywood somehow only to pay for parking and then go home 5 minutes in because my sergeant boyfriend was drunk and samurai guy was tired.  Fiizzzzllleeeee.

My 2nd annual pumpkin carving event was a success.  Complete with pumpkin pie, pumpkin beer and korean chicken wings.

Some interesting ones:  Salormoon cat, iPhone Fail Whale and on the far right is Jimmy's first successful jack-o-lantern.  I'm amused that no one wanted to take their pumpkin home, but whateves.

Next year I want to paint my face for Día de los Muertos in the style of Michelle Phan.  Let's do something different!  And possibly go on a haunted hay ride.  Why not?  Plan early so that I'm not just wandering around last minute.

It's So Hot.

Back in October when it was still Summer time in LA, I texted Dab that it was SOOOOO hot.  He took the bait and invited me and Jimmy over to swim in his pool that sits in a glorious downtown loft near LA Live.

I enjoy inviting myself over.

Boo to Dab - he's moving more West.

Straight Guys in the Desert

Random trip to the desert for J.Lo's birthday.
He bought a Groupon that granted him access to a condo for the weekend in Indio.

SO how do straight guys party?

Straight guys pour you drinks and challenge your manhood if you dont drink it.

...they keep pouring you drinks... and toasting...and yelling...

yup... that's about all they do... pour ...drink...

...no matter what it tastes or looks like you have to drink it....

and then you die....

you die outside... and you die inside

That's what you get for drinking with straight guys....

oh they draw on you too.  Straight guys love sharpies.

Amazingly - they woke up early, cleaned up and left the house while the gays slept in.  Oh.  The gays also took all the beds and sofas so the straight guys just slept on the grass outside... ain't a thing.