go jays
December 4, 2009
Hello, right now.

Hello, right now.

(to put a) Smile (on your face) Friday: here’s a picture of vada-kitten in my lap.

(to put a) Smile (on your face) Friday: here’s a picture of vada-kitten in my lap.

willzone says: “took me a sec.”

willzone says: “took me a sec.”

“ The first hurdle for every writer is believing that someone, somewhere will read and appreciate your work.
Chuck, on the topic of Bazooka Joe Gum Comics (via chuckhistory)
mindgrapes: Sometimes Melissa likes to remind me how much she hates Tina Fey. I really hate Tina Fey.

mindgrapes:

Sometimes Melissa likes to remind me how much she hates Tina Fey.

I really hate Tina Fey.

Late GPOYW. My hair is a bird and I’m on mount lee here.

Late GPOYW. My hair is a bird and I’m on mount lee here.

December 3, 2009
Currently.

Currently.

December 2, 2009

Oh, leggings.

You are not pants,
You can’t pretend
Though you accentuate
Cute girl’s rear ends

But do not front
As if you are
A pant like denim?
You’re not on par.

It’s not like I
Don’t like to see
A girl with leggings
In front of me

But would you go pantsless
To your work?
When leaving the house,
Do you forget your skirt?

If to these questions
You answered
‘no’
The there’s something
You should know

Your leggings, girls,
Are a public foe
For I can see
Your camel toe.

-love melissa

Can’t complain.

Can’t complain.

Brand new red Praxair memory foam lounge chair - $140

If you’re in the Hollywood area and would like 1 (or two!) of these awesome comfy bean bag chairs, click the link!

It will score me some major brownie points at work, too!

They’re brand new from overstock.com but they were too big for the space we got them for. 56” x 26” and 50lbs. Great deal! :)

December 1, 2009
rillawafers: Cosmo: Teaching Ladies the Reverse Cowgirl Since 1886. I want to find the people that write this horrible slop. And I want to cut them. Deep.

rillawafers:

Cosmo: Teaching Ladies the Reverse Cowgirl Since 1886.

I want to find the people that write this horrible slop. And I want to cut them. Deep.

November 30, 2009
I’ve eaten at a lot of great places in Los Angeles since February (which, if you wanted to, you could read my reviews of some of them on my yelp!), but when I saw a picture of this, I knew nothing I’d had this far could compare to salmon fucking pizza. I told myself I didn’t care where it was, or how much it cost, I would find and eat this (entire) salmon pizza within the next month. Well. It’s at The Ivy. I tend to avoid the really well known places for fear of feeling tourist-y, and by telling myself that I don’t have to hit up all these famous spots in my first month here, that will come slowly. Also, one of the producers at the studio where I work at has lunch there sometimes. Would it be cool if he saw me stuffing a salmon pizza down my gullet as my boyfriend or dining partner looks on in bemused amazement? Probably not. (Please note, in actuality, I would eat it slowly and daintily, and maybe share.) And the only thing that can wash down something as amazing as that would be a Stella or Hoegaarden or something. And I’d be dining there around lunch-ish time. I’ve had a server at a bistrot in Los Feliz raise his eyebrow at me before, for ordering a Heinekin with a bacon, egg and epinarde salad before 5pm. This all matters not. I just need to taste this salmon pizza.

I’ve eaten at a lot of great places in Los Angeles since February (which, if you wanted to, you could read my reviews of some of them on my yelp!), but when I saw a picture of this, I knew nothing I’d had this far could compare to salmon fucking pizza.

I told myself I didn’t care where it was, or how much it cost, I would find and eat this (entire) salmon pizza within the next month. Well.

It’s at The Ivy. I tend to avoid the really well known places for fear of feeling tourist-y, and by telling myself that I don’t have to hit up all these famous spots in my first month here, that will come slowly.

Also, one of the producers at the studio where I work at has lunch there sometimes. Would it be cool if he saw me stuffing a salmon pizza down my gullet as my boyfriend or dining partner looks on in bemused amazement? Probably not. (Please note, in actuality, I would eat it slowly and daintily, and maybe share.)

And the only thing that can wash down something as amazing as that would be a Stella or Hoegaarden or something. And I’d be dining there around lunch-ish time. I’ve had a server at a bistrot in Los Feliz raise his eyebrow at me before, for ordering a Heinekin with a bacon, egg and epinarde salad before 5pm. This all matters not.

I just need to taste this salmon pizza.

“ You don’t know me. You only think you do.
Bo Catlett - Get Shorty