tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985816644060728352024-08-28T19:54:45.826-04:00YayaOh sweet, sweet nonsense...Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-51650881618088173462010-08-09T22:24:00.003-04:002010-08-09T22:31:19.557-04:00I Hate You and Your Dog.I was walking down the street, well up a hill, when I saw a full-grown Vizsla dog (google it) peering out at me and my pup Oscar in a neighbor's backyard. I was hoping the dog was on a leash because a) there is a leash law b) I was walking on the opposite sidewalk c) my dog weighs 7 pounds. The Vizsla, I'll name Asturd, didn't bark or run it just stared, so I kept on walking.
I Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-67023740759425599312010-08-03T00:01:00.004-04:002010-08-03T16:41:05.557-04:00Wookin' Pa NubI am a hopeless romantic. Love is something I have given freely my whole life to those who deserve it (or sometimes don't). Chris was my first crush. He was in my kindergarten class. His house was down the street from mine. I can remember playing a game of "hug tag" in the schoolyard at recess. Chris, Paul, and I created the rules.
Yaya: "Ok so you catch themYayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-38666457455091462242010-07-19T23:53:00.002-04:002010-07-20T23:12:34.649-04:00Junk in the TrunkWell hello. Sorry I haven't written in awhile. I actually thought that no one really read this until I started receiving hate mail for taking a "time out". I guess my mom and dad aren't the only ones reading this...
Junk in The Trunk
After living in NYC for 1 year and 3 months, I am back in the 'burbs. Why? Because I'd had enough with my mega-mouthed Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-67848575439075984832010-05-11T22:42:00.000-04:002010-05-11T22:42:44.335-04:00Ninja AttackToday, thanks to Groupon, I got a diamond peel facial and a mani/pedi for a super low price. I was oh so excited to get there but when I left it got me thinking. Why do Asians love to kick my ass during beauty treatments?
When Josephine was taking the diamond wand to my face I don't think she got the memo that I have nerves there. And the plastic wand, when meeting my ocular bones at a Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-16369639858264836202010-05-04T13:51:00.003-04:002010-05-04T14:00:38.380-04:00The Song
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I had four flights to plan for with and hour and a half between Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-55323061226393314792010-04-02T14:29:00.002-04:002010-04-02T17:22:48.460-04:00When it's Time to ChangeI recently reconnected with a very important person from my past and it has got me thinking about how much I have changed in the past 6+ years since I have seen them. While I feel like a completely different person I am often told “same ole Yaya” by people who know me from childhood. Hearing that, makes me instantly cringe and secretly proud. Cringe because we should change, "grow-up".&Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-6624401278683207702010-03-25T14:03:00.004-04:002010-03-25T14:16:50.020-04:00When I'm a Rock Star/Comedian
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Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-50096848659825701612010-03-18T17:38:00.003-04:002010-03-18T17:40:46.288-04:00One of These Things is Not Like the Others...**Taken outside of the Whitney Museum
Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-84475663953856913082010-03-17T23:27:00.020-04:002010-03-17T23:53:05.837-04:00Erin Go HatsSaint Patty's Day. The parade here in New York was as expected:**All my own camera phone photos and video (not looking for praise just keepin' it real)
crowded
smokey
and whiskey barrel full of zany accessories like...
HATS!
HATS!
HATS!
HATS!
AND...Hats and Bags (pipes that is)
Hats and bags. Hats and Bags!
Hats and Bags! HATSYayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-2159180187841119932010-03-14T01:05:00.004-05:002010-03-14T15:44:47.717-04:00Typical Saturday Night
-wine, cheese, and dinner @ Otto=$65
-3 hours of beer & karaoke including sibling duet of 'One' by Metallica=$67
-meeting 18 year olds who chant "Katie! Katie! Katie!" while they sing 'Party in the USA'=PRICELESSYayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-20169674022049867182010-03-11T16:46:00.001-05:002010-03-11T17:01:20.855-05:00That Martha Stewart is a Liar I started cooking last night. No I don't mean just dinner I mean I am going on a 'Julie and Julia' type quest to find my inner chef. Except instead it's less 'Julie and Julia' and more 'Yaya and The Swedish Chef' (from the Muppets). I've never really been into cooking. The only thing I ever liked to make were from-the-box-brownies and then eating them for breakfast, Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-83963015926379086632010-03-08T12:20:00.002-05:002010-03-08T13:37:22.758-05:00Bipolar CityAhhhh New York. So I am finally understanding the "if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere" saying. I've lived in Costa Rica, Cape Cod, Denver, and now in Manhattan. I can officially say that this is the most difficult, but amazing place I have ever lived. Costa Rica, Cape Cod, and Denver all have beauty but they also lack what brings and keeps people in New YorkYayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-68193416880249229542010-03-03T12:19:00.002-05:002010-03-03T16:10:58.122-05:00Shows That Make Us Hate our LivesI know I made you feel pretty good about yourself on the last posting regarding shows that make us love our lives. I feel the need to be well balanced and make you and I wish we had never been born. Why? Because of the following:
1) The 2010 Winter Olympics. Wow I really have done nothing with my life. Yeah I graduated college and lived in some cool places like Costa RicaYayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-2873760153665898502010-02-28T14:23:00.008-05:002010-02-28T17:55:23.937-05:00Shows That Make Us Love our LivesThe creation of reality t.v. has taken over America and probably the rest of the world. These shows are designed to make us either love or hate our lives in comparison. I've been realizing that after I watch some shows I want to take a disinfecting shower. While other shows make me look at my shoe box of an apartment, fantasize about burning it down, robbing a bank or marrying aYayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-51427465492377952972010-02-25T23:23:00.000-05:002010-02-25T23:23:04.319-05:00P.S.Don't worry I'll be getting back into my funny. Just trying out some new stuff.Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-11307340919863178122010-02-25T20:18:00.004-05:002010-02-25T21:45:41.743-05:00The Rescue"What is that crawling up your arm?" Polly said looking at me while trying to keep her eyes on the road.
"Ew it's like red lice or something," I said squashing it with my thumb.
"Oh my god are you gonna have lice now?"
"I have no idea," killing another one.
"I can't believe we're rescuing this thing right now you are nuts," Polly replied when the light turned green.
"I thought it was a Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-51393650154118240902010-02-24T12:35:00.002-05:002010-02-24T14:31:30.043-05:00Pride? What Pride?There is something totally awkward and uncomfortable about self promotion. Something I have to do right now to get feedback on my writing. One's writing is only as good as how many people read it (monetarily at least). I can love my writing as much as I want but if I'm the only one loving it, I may as well journal. So now I have to promote my website hoping to lure more Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-13056563374988654972010-02-22T14:43:00.000-05:002010-02-22T14:43:50.815-05:00Suck It Winter.Hey Old Man Winter, GO FUCK YOURSELF. You are the grumpiest bastard I have ever met. I mean I get it you're cold, heartless, and moody but do you have to take us down with you? My life is pretty happy 9 months out of the year until you come into town stomping out every little bit of joy I have. Wanna go for a run? NOPE. Winter is gonna give my nose frostbite.&Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-13670370299601938822010-02-19T15:26:00.010-05:002010-02-21T19:13:54.502-05:006 Train TakedownI was on the 6 train two days ago when I witnessed maybe one of the funniest things I have ever seen. It was so funny that as I laid down to sleep, and thought about it, I wound up in a giggle fit. I could barely get the story out to tell my cousin the next day. I hope my written words can express just how funny/amazing/stunning this was.
I got on the train and moved towards Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-51437376562911978162010-02-15T22:38:00.003-05:002010-02-15T23:44:32.938-05:00The Bachelor: On The Wings of GaynessSee the man pictured above? He is a very hot, lame, cry-baby, TOOL. This show is actually called 'The Bachelor: On The Wings of Love' and yes, the theme song is "On The Wings of Love" BECAUSE HE IS A PILOT. Wow ABC how long did it take you to come up with that one? I hope less than 8 seconds. DONE. And the song has a different elevator version each episode.&Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-88922191080960028372010-02-08T19:05:00.001-05:002010-02-08T19:07:49.164-05:00Magnum, P.I.Recently one character just keeps popping into my twisted brain: Magnum, P.I. The dude lived and drove around Hawaii in a Ferrari. Jello? Yes please. I seriously think it would be so fun to follow people all day long and take notes on their every move. I mean I love gossip so wouldn't I love spying? I could buy all sorts of wigs and cute outfits. I think Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-39306505624661147292010-02-04T11:25:00.000-05:002010-02-04T11:25:20.597-05:00Wax SchmaxSince last week I wrote about one of the best days of my life I found it fitting to now write about one of the worst. This event does not qualify as "the worst day of my life" but certainly is in the top five. This day was the first, and second to last, bikini wax I would ever get. Bikini waxing has scarred me for life. My body literally shutters and basically has a grand Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-31750976144235293792010-01-24T23:25:00.005-05:002010-01-25T08:34:02.053-05:00The Cloud
She woke up hoping this one time the cloud would be gone. But it wasn't. It had been with her since her fifteenth day on Earth. It was an odorless cloud of smoke that just floated around her. Mostly still unless there was a breeze. It baffled doctors and after a battery of tests her parents halted the search for the source. She was sat on the couch at the age Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798581664406072835.post-16109025923067257772010-01-21T13:15:00.000-05:002010-01-21T13:15:40.824-05:00New Trash City
I've only been living in Manhattan since April but I must say that this is the dirtiest, most wasteful, most disgusting city I have ever been to. And I say that with love. Here are some examples:
-I live on DogShit Ave. I seriously think it should be named DogShit Ave. What the hell is up with people not picking up their dog's feces? Could 15 people a day really not have bags for their Yayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754803133219719218noreply@blogger.com1