Y’all, California really ruined me for tattoos. I did not even care about them before, much less like them, and now I want tons! The good news is that there are very few symbols that mean so much to me that I want them permanently attached to my body, so I will (likely) not end…
Skipped last week, and don’t know how much longer I will keep on with these checklists … at this point, we all know that I’m just over here hip-hop dancing (poorly), riding my pelo, watching bad TV, and buying all the wine online. Nonetheless, we shall persist! For this week anyway. No covid convo, though.…
It feels like I live in Aspen again—I’m here for my bestie’s 30th, but working remotely for a couple days too. It really is like the old days: I’m posted up at the library to work and chowing down on kale salad at Peach’s while laptopping away. I get to wander town, take ski break…
The great thing about Urban Decay is that you don’t even have to title your blog posts when discussing, you simply use their lipstick names. This is the exact same face with different lip colors—how different do the looks look?! (Yes, I know I’m making vastly different faces, and both of them weird. As discussed,…
This post was written during the preparation phase for this article, but I decided to hold it until the article actually came out (in the July issue of Orange Coast magazine). Click over to OrangeCoast.com for the full article. This note from Cali: Your daily dehydrating inspiration: Pain is temporary, lingerie pics in a magazine…