I say this every single time I go through a failed attempt at a relationship, "I'm over this shit. I'm over all of it." And reality, I really am. I guess that's just me self sabotaging myself once again but screw it, I'm good at knowing myself. I'm good at not trying, I've actually made it my part time job. The other job is working a 8 hr shift on front st. I run that block, Front St. I'm well acquainted with all the johns and the other tricks are just amateurs. To run that corner is to be able to spew bullshit 24/7 (I work overtime on occasions) and do it with a twinkle in your eye. Five years in the game, you can't take me down.
Anyways to counter that rambling, I'll get back to the original topic of discussion. Relationships. I'm no good at them. They're no good to me. I cant seem to understand simple arguments and good interactions. I'm either too much or too little. Hot and cold. Push and pull. I'm just fucked. But you know what? I'm okay with it. To be 25 and content that you cant comprehend commitment and affection just makes me a bad ass, yeah a bad ass mother shut your mouth. So that's it, I'm Desiree and I'm a asshole
Heres the short end of it. I went back down to a size 28 from being a size 30. My nails currently look like this. Ive said this once before but it seems to be a reoccurring theme in my life, dating seems to go now where. I just finished dating someone for 5 months to find out I knew about 5 things about that person.
Theboobs.blogspot.com Been trying to work on getting the new site up and running, trying to find someone to help me design the new logo. Did my own boobs of the week and I kept saying why why why the entire time as I was writing it. Tons of nails did and random sex talk. If you guys havent bookmarked it please do so! It's good times and we get the most random people commenting turning the blog into more of a forum type of site.
So I don't know how many of you are tuned in but to all those inquiries about it, Missbehave is DUNZO. I got an email from Sam (the founder) Monday letting me know the situation. It sucks cause it really was an amazing magazine and I wish it could have lasted longer.. but what can you do? I said 'thanks for the opportunity', worked on my invoice to send her, and moved on. Well today I actually start browsing through the internet and it's blasted all over.
But it's basically just a hate on hate situation. And yeah I know from alot of people that subscriptions got real fucked and it kinda made me feel a little sour about it all. Granted that whole thing should get resolved but it didn't just end there.
More and more hate just kept pouring into sam's blog about her decision. There also seemed to be an ongoing feud between Sam and Baby Sinead. I finally couldnt keep my mouth shut on it all and sent in my comment. ( ..............Collapse )
A small update on here: I lost my job a few months and due to that I've been writing alot. I guess I would have never had the attention span to keep it going if I wasn't sober and away from all the craziness. The article that I wrote about alexi of Imboycrazy.com at 944 mag is out now. She's a big ball of fun, super cute,and loves boys. I should call her.
I've also been shooting the shit at theboobs.blogspot.com. Since someone reported us to blogger, bri and I are in the works to get theboobsla.com rolling. Now all I need are more outrageous ideas for topics.
I'm dating but then i'm not dating. I've been so blase about putting in any effort into a relationship. I will say this, there is a tattoed neck that I've been eyeing from afar and hope its not all smoke and mirrors.
So most of my friends know this,but last year around my birthday time, I got hit by a car while I was on my bike in Downtown LA. It left me shook up and I literallv thought I was in a horrible dream. It ended up being a hit and run and we never caught the guy. It had banged up my back and face pretty badly, not to mention my front tooth was broken completely in half.
To top it all off, I didnt have any insurance. Emergency care was going to an extremely hefty price. I had to do something cause I was working in the fashion district and rockin no toof was just not A OK in my profession. I will admit, I was pretty hot and tempted to try for a gold cap, going for the "most legit girl on the block" title.
Unfortunately, I was swayed to opt for the plain ol cap. This shit ended up lasting me a few months.
I like most people am deathly afraid of dentists, and every single FUCKING TIME, they said we had to do more work. A root canal, gingervectormy, deep cleaning, and a post later, I was ready for my new toof. I had to say my final farewell to this chomper that was labeled "Snaggletooth" by most. We had great few months, even though you bit my exbfs mouth like crazy, and practically peeked out from my lip 24/7.Goodbye old friend and good riddance.
This is while I was waiting for my crown. I think this picture is hilarious. I sent this to like 15 of my friends mass text message style, they did not appreciate it. Click on the pic but you've been warned
And most recently, heres my final toof. And yes, that little nub next to it still needs some love and affection too. Dont worry bud, your time will come soon. Until then, act like you add some character to my face why dont ya?
Finally starting to feel like summer out here in beautiful Los Angeles. You know what that means? That means its time to eat popsicles and not give a damn if it gets all sticky icky ooee on yr fingertips. That means acid wash jean biker shorts, Naughty by Nature 96' throwbacks, and definitely means Lolita lip licks at that delicious guy that's caught your summertime attention.
Also, WHAT THE HALE. Is this what I think it is? Sour Patch kids and Gushers made sweet love and gave birth to one of the most magical candies that has ever graced my tounge? YES. Candy of the summer.