The Unthinkable Has Happened

No, not Christina unfollowing Britney on Instagram. But this shit:

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Yep, I gone and done it. Yours Truly, who once thought she wouldn’t succumb to the monster blue bird, got herself a Twitter account over the weekend. And tweeted something that no one saw, of course. (And if you really think I’m Bai Ling this whole time, well, yeah I am. After ten beers.) I’ve been using this blog, which was originally supposed to promote my works, as a dumping ground lately for all of my malarkey that I kind of don’t want associated with my author profile. I might as well take it there and stalk follow some of my faves as well. Oh, and Like some interesting shit like this:

Paris remains racist, Trump-supporting trash, but at least she had good taste in music.

Liking and tweeting won’t even be a part-time thing, of course. I’ve gotten busier with my day job as of late, and I still have another book to write. So while updates here and on my blue bird account will be sparse, at least you’ll get to see what I’m liking at the moment. And I make no apologies for what I like!

The Travel Slut Diaries: Hey Hey, Monterey

What’s a chick to do on her week off from work and she wants to take a trip that’s not too far in distance and not too damaging on the wallet? Why, go to a place you haven’t been to in YEARS.

Though I drove by it once 14 years ago while doing a road trip along Highway 1, it’s been decades since I fully experienced Monterey. I’m not sure how much has changed since my last real visit there, I don’t know why it took me so long to visit the seaside town, and I never realized how near it is. (OK, kind of near.) Who knew that a two hour (and some minutes) drive from home leads you to this: 


Stretches of pristine beaches with soothing waves crashing under the clear spring sky–you don’t get any more paradise than that! Though the weather was cool during my short stay, the cool was welcomed. I live in the East Bay and shit gets warm there during this time.

I was in Monterey for only a few days, and, naturally, I crammed everything I wanted to do in those few days. Also naturally, I took a buttload of pics, some of which you’ll see (captioned with my typical jibberish) after the jump! 

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New Shizz

As I mentioned in my last post, yours truly got herself the following new shizz: 

A new phone! Unlike some people, my life doesn’t revolve around a cell phone. Nonetheless, I needed to upgrade from my basic Betty phone that was a temporary replacement for my Samsung Galaxy S10+ that broke on me a year ago. I thought I would be able to get some trade-in value for the broken S10+ when I took it to the Samsung store in Palo Alto on Black Friday weekend. I didn’t, but two cool things came out of that. 1) You can use a wired mouse to work your phone if the touchscreen is shot to hell. And 2) the store instead offered me a refurbished S21 Ultra 512GB for $20 less than the $1K price of a S21+ 128GB thanks to sweet discounts that took place when I bought that S21 Ultra. What, you think I was gonna turn a deal like that down? And how did I afford what could be the grandest phone I ever owned? All I’ll say is thank you, Affirm, for existing.  

By the way, that kitty!! So adorbs. 


A new toaster oven! Why am I bothering with a new TO when I already have an oven built into the stove? Because that oven is too big to use for everyday warming/baking/toasting, and before you ask what about the microwave, I have a newsflash: my studio doesn’t have a microwave! There wasn’t one built in, nor have I bothered to buy one when I moved in almost two years ago. I felt like my old Oster TO was good enough to warm foods, and I stuck with it up until two weeks ago when it started to act wonky on me. You know you’ve owned something for so long when you don’t exactly remember how long you’ve owned it, which was the case of the Oster. Coincidentally, Cyber Monday deals were happening, and Macy’s was selling a Black & Decker TO + Air Fryer for a very good deal. That Black & Decker now sits in the same spot where the Oster was at. 


I recently tried its air fryer and made falafel balls and patties (as seen above)–a food I usually prefer frying in oil. It actually turned out well. The TO got kind of noisy on the Air Fryer setting, but that’s the only quibble to making air-fried waistline expanders. It cooks, toasts, and warms my other chow well without any machine noise. I recommend! 

And, finally…

Honey, I needed it. It’s still in my line of work (massage) and I’ll only be working part-time there (“there” being a nice-ass local spa with probably the best kind of commute I could ever have) so I can have time to work on my private clientele on other days. I started my second day of training 14 hours ago, and I’ve been up since the buttcrack of dawn (my night owl self adjusting to a morning worm schedule has been tough), so I’m a little surprised I’m still able to type coherent sentences here. It’s not new shizz, but my tired ass could go for some sleep right now. 

The Travel Slut Diaries: Return To Living (Pt. 1)

The last time I went out-of-town for a vacay was back in late October 2019, at the time of my birthday. I had plans on where to go for next year’s birthday, and then some thing called Covid happened and took those plans and ruined them like they were human lungs. Sure, I could’ve made like an attention-starved celebrity and traveled and partied during the worst of the pandemic last year. But not only could I not afford a trip then (all my money went to boring-ass bills), I wasn’t that much of a selfish asshole to take a trip. (I’m not gonna fix that part, either.) 

It’s now April May 2021. (I wrote most of this over a week ago but didn’t finish until now.) I’m fully vaccinated and can feel the 5G flow through me, and that stimulus check helped put a little more change in my pocket. What’s a chick with some extra money to do? OK, some of it went to Sephora’s semi-annual sale a few weeks ago, but I had to nurture the travel slut in me that itched to getaway again. I took a week off from work and the beaches of Santa Cruz were calling me. 

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Although I don’t know why they called me this time of the year. Much like SF in the summer, it was cold and cloudy. And, of course, the boardwalk was closed. It’s weird to see all those rides and the arcades shuttered. Couple that with the weather and it was not the most lively picture. But I still made the most of my Santa Cruz visit. I wanted to; I haven’t been there in *checks photo archive* four years?!?!

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Who needs thrill rides when you can have a beach party with seagulls instead?


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Out on the wharf. Above is the farthest out you can get on the wharf. 


Feisty sea lions! (Excuse the quality of some of these pics. The camera on my cell phone is no Leica.)


The boardwalk from the wharf after sunset. 

Not pictured (since I didn’t take any pics of the following): downtown SC, Roux Dat Cajun Creole in downtown where I bought my lunch and dinner (their jambalaya is the tits), and the weed shop where I got a great deal for some edibles. 

More after the jump!

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Getaway Manicure

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I may be leaving home for a few days, but I still like to keep my nails looking purdy like today’s birthday delicate blossom Carmen Electra. OK, maybe almost as purdy as her. (Side note: UNF at 90s-era Carmen.) For this manicure, I stuck with good ol’ Zoya, using Maryann (the hot pink) and Faye (the metallic purple-gold duochrome). Base coat is my tried-and-true Pacifica Clear Base Coat (the old version that’s being discontinued *sobs*) and the top coat is some L’Oreal gel formula I got for $3 at TJ Maxx that actually prolongs my polish. I’m ready to dazzle Santa Cruz with my nails! (Or probably not because my hands will be in my pockets the whole time since the weather is going to be cold there.)

Finally, I Unwind

This is the only news you need to know today, as it involves me: I got a week off from work. It’s actually nine days I have off, since I start my work week on Thursdays. But this break is looooooong overdue! How? I haven’t taken a decent break off from work since I started the temp job a year ago. I may have taken a day or two off from it, but nothing like this break that starts today. Just a year ago, I was working long hours for 4-5 days a week. Now, yours slutty gets a spring break! 

Well, without the big party crowds and tit-flashing to strangers. And what’s the first thing I’ll be doing on my spring break? Going to the dentist. For reals–I got an appointment in less than 12 hours. 

Also, since I’m fully vaccinated and I got some extra change in my pocket (thank you, stimulus check), I get to be a travel slut in real time again! I’m not going far–just a little drive down to Santa Cruz in a couple of days. Don’t worry, I got my mask, I’ll be keeping my distance from others, and I’ll only be ordering food to-go. (As long as bitch-ass Covid and bitch-ass Covid-deniers still exist, I’ll still be leery over eating indoors.) I welcome back the grind of packing for a trip! 

I Like Moneys

In honor of my stimulus dollahs finally arriving today…


Yes, I do have to use some of it to pay my tax preparers, but then I get a second stimulus from the state after I file my taxes, which more than makes up for what I’m paying. And, yeah, I’m showing my annual income here, but I no care. Squeeeeeeeee

And On Tuesday I Say…

…as of 2:15PM my time, I’M FULLY VACCINATED!!

Those two weeks of waiting for the Covid vaccine to fully kick in got me kind of anxious, though. Like, worrying if the wind would blow a new strain of The Rona onto me on the off-chance I had my mask off while taking a walk outside, thus ruining me and the vaccine’s efficiency. (For the record, I take the mask off when there’s no one nearby.) But now that I’m fully protected (or so the CDC says), I am so gonna live it up like a validation-starved influencer and get my free donut at Krispy Kreme! (What, did you expect me to go party in crowds again?) Fuck yeah, living! 

Rainbows and Dollahs


I got my second Covid shot yesterday, and while I don’t feel sick, I’m stricken with a sore arm, lethargy, and a slight case of brain fog (yes, I have a brain). How I have the energy to write all this up is kind of a miracle, in a way. It feels like I’m on the rag, but without the blood and erratic mood swings. The dreary, cold & wet weather we had earlier today didn’t help causes, but when things started to clear up, I did get this purdy rainbow sighting from my apartment!

Also in today’s news, I received a $150 gift card from this market research study I did last week. I’m rich again, biatches!

(Mis)Adventures In The Laundromat


After the last two weeks, I just have one request. Actually, I have many requests, and one of them is: no more bullshit in the apartment laundromat, please!

Last Monday, the app I use to power the machines (our laundromat gets funded by PayRange as well as old-fashioned quarters) went down for over an hour. So I had to use coins, borrowed from my property manager whose office is next to the laundromat because I don’t have any quarters. My wait was longer than expected because I live with some lazy asses who like to leave their clothes in the washer long after the machine is finished. All five washers were “occupied” thanks to these lazy asses. Have some of these buffoons ever heard of a timer? It took one of them to gain a bit of energy to get out of their unit and move their clothes to the dryer, finally giving me a washer to use. Except I needed another washer. I usually use two washers (and dryers) whenever I do laundry. (I wash clothes and bedsheets/towels every week.) I complained to the property manager about the other “occupied” washers, and she ended up taking out clothes from one washer to help me out. (For the record, this happens when one tenant leaves their clothes in a machine for so long.) I can knock out doing my laundry in under a couple hours. That day, after the whole waiting and broken app ordeal, it took over four hours to get all my shit done. 

Then there was today, and, once again, I dealt with the lazy asses leaving their clothes in the machine long after they’ve been washed. And, because of that, all the washing machines were all taken. Again! That laundry app was working this time, but the waiting part still suuuuuuucks. (I also waited for two no-maskers in the laundromat to amscray outta there.) Yes, I’m that bitch who wants to get things done, completing laundry day right away included. I’d love to have a washer & dryer in my unit, and I’m sure seeing the PG&E bill from that will be as appealing as seeing Mom jeans being brought back in “style”. Plus, tiny studio and all. 

So, if the laundromat gods can hear me, I request that next week will be bullshit-free in the laundry! And the next week and the next week, and the next week…Or, better yet, laundromat gods, just give me a cool two million so I can move into my own little home (we’re talking Bay Area real estate here) and have my own washer and dryer and I don’t have to deal with lazy asses or no-mask fools around me. There, problem solved.