Product Binge

I have a serious problem. I am itching for all new beauty products. I don't know what is going on, but I want so much stuff! I went into Sephora the other day and my head was spinning. Ryan had to peel me out of there.

And we all know that wanting all new products is a problem because they are not the cheapest things on the planet. But anyway, here is what I want NOW:

Bumble and Bumble Hair Powder
Bumble and Bumble Volumizing Shampoo
Catwalk Curls Rock
Nars Body Glow
Guerlain Terracotta Bronzer
Dove Summer Body Glow
Bare Essentials Clear Radiance
L'Occitane Ultra Rich Body Cream
Tarte Cheek Stain
Stila Lip Gloss
Stila Mascara (actually bought it on Monday)
Lancome Juicy Tubes in Simmer
Lancome Bi-Facil Eye Makeup Remover
Oh, and anything and everything by Benefit

Well, that's all I want for now. It's not THAT much, right?

New Trend?

Why is Nicole Richie and her friend wearing their shirts around their necks?



Hmmm, is there a new beach trend that I don't know about?

Chick Flick by Default

Ryan and I both really like to go to the movies, but we hardly ever go. Why? Well, because we can never ever agree on a movie. He wants to see movies like Star Wars, X-men and Mission Impossible, whereas I want to see stuff more like The Break-Up and My Best Friend's Wedding. So, instead of coming to agreement on something (God Forbid!), we usually scratch the movie idea all together and just go out to dinner instead. Of course, the rare occassion surfaces where we want to see the same movie (gasp!), such as Ocean's Eleven, The Da Vinci Code or anything with Edward Norton.

Well yesterday, after spending hours at the mall, we decided to head straight to the $1 movie theatre without knowing what was playing when. Yes, we have a $1 movie theatre, and let me tell you -- it is awesome. The movies are a little old, but who cares. And it's ONE DOLLAR!! You can't get anything for a dollar anymore. You can't even buy a soda out of a machine for a dollar anymore!

It was 4:30pm when we arrived and the only movie playing at 5:00pm was Failure to Launch with none other than my favorite leading man, Mr. Matthew McConaughey himself. Ryan was hoping that V for Vendetta was playing, which is why he wanted to go in the first place, but it wasn't playing until 7:00pm. So, by default, Ryan and I saw a chick flick together for the first time ever. It was wonderful!

Of course when the chick movie was over, Ryan made us go see V for Vendetta right away. But nonetheless, I still got Ryan to see a chick flick with me, even if it was by default....

Office Dipshits

Don't people just absolutely amaze you sometimes? For me, every single day at work, it absolutely amazes me how some people are THE biggest dipshits on the planet.

Here are my Dipshit Office Encounters for the day:

1. I went into the bathroom and went into the stall. Some dipshit from accounting was at the sink doing something with her glasses. Maybe she didn't see me come in? I am not sure, but the bathroom at my work is literally 5' x 10' with 2 small stalls, so if someone else is in there, YOU KNOW. Well just as I dropped my pants to piss, she walked out and turned off the damn light.....and didn't even realize it!! She just walked out and kept on going! Dipshit!

2. So we all know that conference calls are just annoying to begin with. That's a given. But there is nothing worse than being on a conference call with someone who thinks that they NEED TO SCREAM INTO THE PHONE SO EVERYONE CAN HEAR THEM!! Dipshit, you do not, I repeat, DO NOT have to yell into the phone. Worse part, is that I was sitting right next to this dipshit as he was screaming into the phone on the table. And the call lasted for an hour and a half. It clearly was the highlight of my day.

3. And finally -- the dipshit who insulted someone today. The best part, this guy is such a dipshit that he doesn't even know he insulted someone. The dipshit was telling some woman in the office that he was taking his sister to a show called "Magic of Polynesia". He was saying that since his sister is a hard core Christian, she does not believe in magic and magicians, so she initially didn't want to go to the show. He then explained to his sister that it wasn't a magic show at all, it is just called that, so now his sister is OK with going to the show. BUT THEN, he proceeds to say to this woman in the office that he doesn't get "those hard core Christians anyhow" and how he thinks it is ridiculous and blah blah blah. The kicker -- and what he doesn't know -- the woman he was telling the story to in the office is a BIBLE BANGER HERSELF!! Dipshit!

That's about all I can take for the day, so on that note, I am leaving work now. I cannot wait for tomorrow to start, so I can encounter dipshits all day long again!

I'm Just Saying....

Hmmmm, I don't have much to say today, but I thought I would blog anyhow (it's just about 5pm at work and I have hit a wall, so it was time to hit the internet....).

I have had events the last few days and I am exhausted, to say the least. I had a "Life's A Beach" event yesterday, for Sherwin Williams, which was anti-climatic, but at least I was on the beach all day working on my tan. Of course I now have a farmer's tan, but it could be worse -- I could be pale.

After the beach event was over, I had a few hours to go home, shower, eat, and watch the Idol Finale. Once those few hours that I had to myself were over, I had to go back to work from 9pm - midnight -- Sherwin Williams had an after hours club thing at some lounge downtown. This group is actually the Latin American division of Sherwin Williams, so no one speaks English. I happen to find this quite lovely because I don't have to make small talk with anyone!

Anyhow, I am getting side-tracked. The point in telling you about the after hours thing -- Latin Americans LOVE LOVE LOVE to dance! These people started dancing the very instant the very first note sounded. They are not typical Americans -- who just sit in the corner and wait for other people to get up and dance. No, Latin Americans just get up there and start moving their hips and shaking their booties with no qualms at all. It's liberating in some round-about sort of way.

So, even after working a 17 hour day, just watching them dance gave me energy. Just another thing to add to the "All The Reasons I Cannot Wait To Move To Miami" List !!!

Sucking Face

Why is Victoria Beckham always sucking in her face? In almost every picture I see of her, she is always sucking in her cheeks. What is the deal with that?






On a side note, and completely off the subject of Victoria's dumb face -- David Beckham is so fucking hot!

Names Will Never Hurt Me

For some odd reason, unbeknowst to me, I actually really like Lindsay Lohan. I think she is beautiful is an unconventional way, and as I have said before, I would KILL for her Chanel and Balenciaga-filled closet.

However, this video of Brandon Davis and Paris bashing her and calling her a "firecrotch" is possibly the funniest thing I have seen in a while. I feel bad for Lindsay, but this is really quite entertaining. Check it out:

http://us.video.aol.com/video.full.adp?mode=0&pmmsid=1647344&restartUrl=http%3a%2f%2fus%2evideo%2eaol%2ecom%2fvideo%2eindex%2eadp%3fmode%3d1%26pmmsid%3d1647344&mode=1

Designer vs. Generic

Designers always claim that their clothes are more expensive because they are made better. And I have always believed them. Sure, it's nice to have designer clothes in your closet, but it's also nice to have clothes that don't fall apart after one use.

Well now that I am a working woman and approaching my late 20's (gasp!), I am really trying to build my wardrobe with nice things, with some key designer items. So, a few months ago, I went and bought myself the essential pair of black pants by Michael Kors. Everyone always says that Michael Kors makes THE best black pants for women. I agreed.

You'll notice "agreed" is in the past tense. I did AGREE (present tense) until this morning when I slipped on my "must-have" black pants and realized there was a fucking hole in the butt. Lovely. I can't help but wonder how many times I have worn them since that hole first appeared -- I actually don't want to know.

The funniest part, is that I grabbed my "back-up" pair of black pants, which happen to be from none other than Old Navy. I have had these pants for 3 YEARS and they are still in perfect condition. OK fine, they are a teensy bit faded, but they sure as hell don't have a whole in the ass.

Coppin' a Feel

It seems Matt Lauer is already putting his feelers out on his new Today co-host, Meredith Vieira.



But actually, she doesn't seem to mind that he is feeling her up. Wow, I might actually start to watch the Today show if it's going to be this interesting. Out with the boring and washed-up Katie Couric and in with the new promiscuous Meredith. I love it.

The Bland Plays On

I gotta say, as big as an American Idol fan that I am, I am not even looking forward to tonight's show. I am still really salty over the fact that my main man, Chris Daughtry, got voted off last week.

How can the only person with style and originality get voted off? And just as Simon said, he has never once compromised who he really is for the show. If that is not an American Idol, then I don't know what is.

In the meantime, I will be voting for Katharine -- only because my sister has a major case of McPhever and I promised her I would.

Just Another Manic Monday

In the great and infamous words of the Bangles:

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
My I don't have to runday
It's just another manic Monday

I just love this song, but doesn't everybody? Well, it's been one of those Manic Mondays for me.

-- I woke up and my neck is as sore as a motherfucker. I can't move it side to side. I asked Ryan if he beat me up in my sleep last night -- that is how much it aches.

-- Work is a pain in my ass. I had 150 emails and 15 voicemails. Ummm, can everyone just leave me the fuck alone? And, some dipshit in sales sold one of those "Test Your Strength" carnival games, but the day of our event just happens to be in the same week as Hawaii's 50th Annual State Fair. Good job dipshit.

-- I had this guy's business card for over a year. It just sat on my desk and I never needed it (like most business cards). Well, about a month ago, I cleaned house and threw everything away. Today, I needed to contact this guy (I need to rent his Oxygen Bar for a party) and I was digging and searching and tearing my desk apart for his damn business card. Ten minutes later, I remembered that fateful day where I cleaned house. Murphy's Law in full effect. Good job dipshit.

-- The flight I was planning on buying from Miami to Philly for a friend's wedding in September is no longer the same price it was last week. It went up $100. Awesome.

Don't Mondays just suck ass?

Another Grubman on the Way...

According to the sources, whoever they may be, it seems Lizzie Grubman is prego.

Having worked for Allen (her father) many years ago, I used to see Lizzie all the time in the office, not to mention out at all the nightclubs. And it is with high recommendation that this girl does not reproduce.

Memorable Miami Moments

The whole weekend was absolutely amazing, but there are always a few things that stand out more than others:

I went topless on the beach for the first time. I loved it and I can't wait to go topless all the time when I live there.

At dinner one night, we all went around the table and said one thing we love about my sister. Then she had to go around the table and say one thing she loves about each of us. It was very special.

Getting my sister drunk, which rarely happens, and then watching her dance her ass off ALL night till 4am.

I managed to weasel 9 girls into The Mansion and Rokbar with no problem even though there was a mass of people waiting to get in. Nice to know I haven't lost my touch.

I saw Bo Bice at the Miami airport.

And of course, most importantly, spending 4 quality days with my sister.

Back from Miami

Well, I am back home in Hawaii after spending 3.5 days in Miami. To everyone else on the planet, Hawaii is considered "paradise", but for me, Hawaii is reality, and as we all know, reality bites.

Needless to say, I had THE MOST amazing time in Miami for my sister's bachelorette party. And after that very short trip, I am more excited than ever to be living there in 2 months.

Miami is a very special place -- I can't even put it into words. The weather is gorgeous. The people are gorgeous. All the venues are trendy and have a great vibe. There are great restaurants and cafes and delis. But it's more than the actual "stuff" -- it's just that there is something in the air -- something that you cannot touch or see, but something that you can feel. And whatever that thing is, whatever it is called, I love it. And if I could bottle it up and take it with me everywhere I go, I would.

Better yet, I would SELL it and make a shitload of money!!

Miami Bound

I am off to the aiport, again, but this time it is NOT for work! Hallelujah!

I am off to Miami for a looooong weekend for my sister's bachelorette party. Don't fret, there will be no cheesy bachlorette party stuff -- no penis pops and no lists of things for the bride-to-be to do -- I don't play that shit and my sister would KILL me if I made her ask a stranger for his boxers.

We are simply going to the beach, going out to dinners, and then hitting the bars and clubs -- ya know, just a regular vacation with my sister. Just add 10 more girls to the mix.

Be back on Monday with plenty of stories!
Have a good weekend!

Hand-me-Downs

A "hand-me-down" is normally associated with dirty, old, ripped clothing. But I am here to attest that not all hand-me-downs are a bad thing.

A few years ago, my best friend and roommate at the time, Tara, gave me an adorable floral print Betsey Johnson dress. It wasn't even hers -- it was her college roommate's dress. Anyhow, by simply being the right size, I inherited the dress. I have only worn it 2 times in the last 6 years, but it's just something I will hold on to anyhow. It still fits and it's a really pretty dress. It will be the absolute perfect dress if I ever get invited to a garden party. And, I mean, who would part with a Betsey Johnson dress if it still fits them? Not me. Hence, the dress is taking up valuable space in my closet.

Well today, my good friend at work, Heather, came over to my desk with an article of clothing in hand. She was carrying it like it was a gold brick. As she clutched the skirt to her chest she said, "I am passing this skirt on to you since you are the only person I know that will appreciate this fine piece of clothing made in Italy". As I reached for the skirt to have a look, I felt her hesitation in actually handing it over. When she finally let go, I understood why. The skirt is Alexander McQueen. And not only was it made in Italy but she physically bought it herself in Italy. She is stronger than I because I would have been crying. I am honored to be passed on this piece of clothing.

So, through these two pieces of clothing, I am here to attest that hand-me-downs can be a blessed, blessed event. May your hand-me-downs be as fabulous as mine.

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Hotel Livin'

After staying in hotels more than my own apartment these past few months, I have come up with the following:

-- The free mini bottle of conditioner is possibly THE worst conditioner in the world. It shouldn't even be allowed to be labeled conditioner. It should be called Dread Enhancer.

-- Housekeeping should not be allowed to knock prior to 9:00am. It should be illegal. And if they knock before then, they should receive an electrical shock.

-- I know I have said this before, but I really LOVE throwing my towels on the floor. Even though I see that little note in the bathroom about conserving water, I just can't help myself. Not to worry though -- I compensate by always brushing my teeth with the water turned off.

-- Why is there never ample light in the bedroom? They either want it to be dark and romantic for the couples on vacation, or they just don't want you to see how dirty that floral comforter really is.

-- On a side note about that dirty comforter thing, I met someone that was a Housekeeping Manager for a VERY BIG HOTEL CHAIN, and she said they only wash those floral top comforters like once every 4 months. No joke. So gross.

-- Alarm clocks in hotels are evil. They somehow produce THE loudest buzzing sound ever known to man.

-- I always get put in the room that is furthest away from the bank of elevators. I have to navigate over the river and through the woods to get to my room.

-- Just as Richard Gere said in Pretty Woman, "I miss keys", well, so do I. Every time I put that plastic thing into the slot, it blinks red, never green.

After staying in hotels so often, I really appreciate coming back home to my own place, even if I can't throw my towels on the floor after each use.