Kevin Murphy

I'm all about good beauty products. I'm also all about not spending an arm and a leg on these things either. I pretty much grew up on a bar of Dove soap as my face cleanser, and a good old Ponds moisturizer to slap on my mug after. I have extentions, so I have to be careful if I want to make this Hawaiian silky hair last. I have shown up to my salon with the smell of cheapy products lingering in my hair, and my hair dresser/friend/therapist wants to strangle me. So, I get it, good products are going to cost you a little more.

I started using the Kevin Murphy line recently, and I have to say how much I love it. I haven't felt my weave this soft since we first pulled it out of its bag. It is a little pricey, but so worth it. Especially if you can make your shampoo and conditioner bottles last, due to the fact that you don't wash your hair everyday, like me. I'm lazy, What?

Kevin Murphy

The Pixies

Everyone has that one band. The band that even their worst song is music to your ears. These guys are that for me. I'm jealous of anyone who experienced this band at CBGB's in 1887, or anyone that has seen them live, OR anyone that ever got to see a show at CBGB's.

I need a time machine to take me back to these badass times!

"I picked up the dish washing soap container and the pressure of my grasp caused bubbles to come out... I laughed out loud and thought to myself "This is quite the cute moment i'm having..." I think i need to get laid.

- Phillip Istomin

My New Boyfriend

Sphinxy Snooky Pookie Poo!

This Really Happened in Egypt

Egypt Bound

On our way!

365.242199 Days

I'm back in New York tomorrow. A weekend in the city before 3 gorgeous friends of mine, and myself, hop on a plane to Egypt Sunday. This weekend falls on the dates that I visited New York last year. The trip that I took to visit Spencer's grave sight, after a year had past with out me knowing that he was tragically killed. As soon as I heard the news, I just had to go see him. Fresh out of my break up with the Russian, emotionally fragile over those 2 things, I started packing for New York. My Girlfriend at the time, planned for us to stay with her friend, who then had as stay with his friend. (If you haven't noticed, I no longer talk about a specific friend I had, due to the fact that I decided to cut the piousness judgy people from my life)

Leading up to the days of my arrival to New York, me and this guy talked, and I let him know that I was going to be arriving hours before my piousness judgy "friend". I needed to drop off my suitcase, and catch a bus to New Jersey. He insisted that he take me. A nice gesture, but I felt like grieving the death of my ex boyfriend should be done in private. He did end up taking me when I arrived. It was emotional. It was hard. There was music I remember from that day. The smell of the flowers I laid on Spencer's grave. The sound of the birds that were flying over the trees above me. The hot and extremely uncomfortable humid air, that forced me to cut my visit with Spencer short. I shared all of these things with this guy. Who then became my next New York Boyfriend.

This relationship taught me a lot. It was a long distance relationship, and even if I wasn't new to these types of relationships, it was different, I was different. The relationship ended on New Years night. While everyone was ready to count down and kiss their lovers, we were in the Bathroom fighting and breaking up. I still get real sad about that very moment. I never want to have another shitty New years like that in my life. After the fight, I managed to get in another fight, with an ex girlfriend of his that was at this party. I pretty much choked her. I was drunk and she insulted me, and it made sense. It was a hot messy night, let me tell you.

I left New York on January 2, sad and heart broken. I didn't see the New Yorker again until just this last time that I went back. During the time we broke up, to the time we finally spoke again, it was a whole other hot mess.That break up led me to Kate, his ex girlfriend (not the one I choked out, but the cool one). We began this friendship over email. Even though we did have the New Yorker in common, we rarely talked about that whole situation in our emails. We talked about ourselves a lot, and learned a lot about each other. This is us.

This weekend, on the one year anniversary of my return to New York, I won't be arriving to see the New Yorker. I will be hanging out with Kate. How much changes in a year. So much has happened in these 12 months. I don't live in New York, but yet I seem to always have something there. The last things that brought me to New York were romances. This time around, there is non of that, just a great friendship, with Kate. This friendship has been one of the biggest learning experiences (besides being a Mommy at 19) of my life. It has taught me to let shit go. To make friendships with people I once swore off, for immature reasons, insecurities and fear. I love and appreciate this friendship very much.

As much as I love my connections with Men, because I'm aware that I am, and will most likely always be boy crazy. This year has been all about me connecting with girls. I have met some awesome gals, and my summer hasn't been too much about the boys, as much as it's been about loving my girl time. Taking a break from the relationship to relationship pattern I have been on for the last 5 years. Taking deep breaths and just enjoying being with ME again. It's been wonderful. I'm in a good, happy and peaceful place right now.

THE END!

Lights, Camera, Hussy!

This is how you shank'em. Lindsay!

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It looks like a juicy porn, don't it? Well, it's not. We shot a video for something I can't yet talk about. No, it's not a porn site, ya sick puppy!

Somethings I found interesting about todays shoot. My personal sexual life (which is non existent at the moment) is usually with a Man, and I sometimes find myself being a bit awkward and giggly. It can turn into a comedic performance, which always seems to be the way I deal with being nervous, or out of my comfort zone. So, today, they stick a camera (the camera Man happen to be a guy I dated 3 years ago) and a girl (Jessica, who I have known for years) in front of me, and I'm a natural. Kind of scares me. Which means one of two things. 1) I'm a better actress then I originally thought, or 2) I need to finally come out of the closet.

Here's what I really think. I was born to perform. I love the camera. Even in all of my photos, they are all characters I play. This, to me, was nothing more then that. I truly love acting. These pictures may look like what we shot was super naughty, but maybe that's what we want you think?

Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Hussies life for me!!!

Psssssst....Hey, Lindsay

If all else fails...SHANK'EM!

SHANK A BITCH!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!!!!

Happy Birthday, my sweet blog. You have taught me so much. Like, that I'm a horrible speller and that my grammar is on a 5th grade level. But, you pushed me to learn, and I learn every day because of you.

Thank you for making me realize that I love to write. You are my creative outlet. My therapy. Thank you for introducing me to other blogs that inspire me. Thank you for inspiring other blogs. You have come along way, little blog.

Cheers, to the first year, and hope for many more....that somehow in the future will make you lots of money, and you end up on Oprah and shit!

Richard Ashcroft

Who's Richard Ashcroft, you ask? Well, remember the Verve? They had that little single out in 1997 (the year my Son was born) called Bitter Sweet Symphony. Nothing much happened to that band after that one hit wonder. A lot did happen, when Richard decided to go solo, and record 2 of my favorite albums of all time. I just love this British chap!

Who's That Girl?

I will give you a hint...My girl crush! Yup, that's Taylor Swift. I get so much crap for calling her one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. No weird curly hair can take away from her unique and pretty face, but this hair on her diffidently works. Do you guys agree now? She's pretty smoking!

Spee

Today falls the 2 year anniversary of the day that Spencer left us. Spencer was my Boyfriend (the first New York Boyfriend I had in 2003) and a pretty special person to me.

Tonight I was having dinner with a friend. I was talking about how you get only so many people in your life, that when you do look back at your life, they are the ones you think about..Spencer was that to me, and still is. The time I spent with Spencer doing the back and forth thing from Salt Lake to New York, was such a fun and exciting time in my life. Spencer and I had so much fun.

When I think back at things, that back then I didn't notice or seem to grasp as something so special, I look back now and think 'damn, he really loved me'. I remember one of the many, when I bought a Gavin Degraw CD and played it every morning when we would get ready, knowing that he hated it, he let it play and never made me feel bad for loving cheesy love songs. God, there are so many memories I have of Spencer. I never forget his laugh or the sound of his voice. I never forget how he used his hands to speak, or how he would smoke cigarettes on the right corner of his couch. How he liked his coffee. His nightly rituals, his morning rituals. How he would do a pretty good impression of me, or the cheesy and not so sexy attempt of a sex tape we made (that we laughed the entire time watching). And, of course, his blue blue eyes, he had the prettiest eyes.

I sometimes forget he is gone and go to my phone to send him a message. How bitter sweet I find New York now, and probably always will.

I love you, Spencer and miss you so much!

FATTIES

These are the same 5 girls that kicked it in DC this last weekend. My friend Kate (the second fatty down in the ear muffs) took it upon herself to use her new fatbooth application on her iphone. Making all of us look like what we really felt like after our over-indulging weekend, that ended with a large Pizza and Carrot cake at 2am. Good lord!

I seriously get a good laugh out of this!

Little Hussy

This is me in 1992. I think this was the year right before my sophomore year of High School. I was being naughty and Mom wanted to do something for me that would (some what) get me out of trouble? Yeah Maa, put some feathers, a tons of make up on me and make me pose all sexy, that should do the trick. It backed fired in fact, in the sense that this was the first time I felt like the hussy life was the life for me.

Thanks Maa!

FIN!

Back in 2004 I fell in love with this little show on MTV. Watching these group of younings live their life's in the privileged town of Laguna Beach. Dealing with the typical High School stuff, like crushes, underage drinking and sex. Except, all the girls were wearing expensive shoes and parading around designer hands bags at the age of 16. The things that I had worked so hard to have as an adult, like a car or a house (but those 2 things always came first).

There was times when I caught myself asking 'why are you watching this?' and my favorite question to myself 'arn't you a little too old for this?', and the answer were always, No, No, Shut up and watch!

I was hooked, and I got involved.

So involved, that I developed a little crush on Stepehen. Painting the picture that it was a cute little crush, like you would have for the cute little underage boy that bags your groceries, or works at your local Starbucks. But, the truth, I wanted to sex him up. Ignoring the fact that It would have been statuary rape.

Being saddened by the end of Laguna Beach, I quickly jumped for joy when I saw that LC was packing her Mercedes (you know, like all the 18 year chicks do, right?) and was heading for the hills of L.A. And just like that, one day a week, I cleared my schedule and banded anyone from talking to me, while I stared at the TV like it was teaching me to suck dick.

I could have discussion about this show like Politicians talk about Politics, or how Trekkies discuss Star Trek trivia. I was die hard, and I really enjoyed this show. I always felt like this was no different then when our Moms loved Days of Our Life's. I never got Soaps. Did you ever get Soaps? I never got Soaps!

My show came to an end tonight. 7 years of following these kids and sometimes being a little jealous by thier fabulous young L.A life's and shopping sprees.

I was getting ready to have a tearful moment as this show came close to the end. The ending mocked me in my face (and in my own bed). I hope people saw this ending. It was their way of telling us not to believe everything we see. I know the show is some what staged and scripted, but don't throw it in my face as I'm trying to deal with all of the empty Tuesday nighst ahead. Ass holes!

I will miss this show. I wish they could keep it going for the rest of my life. That's not reality...and neither was the show.

I called this show "My guilty pleasure", but it was just my pleasure! I'm going to miss these little fuckers!

What now?

The Lloyd Dobler Effect

I have two types of guys. The first guy is very easy to describe, he's a tall, skinny, rocker type (but a rocker more in the vein of Pulp than Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers).

The other type has been harder for me to describe. He's a nerdier type of man, but not the kind who is into World of Warcraft or any of that weird digital hocus pocus shit. I ain't into that. He's also not so nerdy that his social life consists of him watching films about other nerdy guys all weekend. He's the kind of guy who is cute, dresses well but not so well that you would mistake him for a GQ model (or stylist), and is creative and good at...something.

I'm afraid (and sure) I will go my whole life comparing every Man I date to Lloyd Dobler.

Girlified

Mandi, Ashley, Jamie Lynn, Me, Kate

I knew the weekend was going to be fun, but I never imagined the fun that we did have was awaiting us. Prior to the trip these girls didn't know each other (with the exception of Mandi and Ashley, who I have known for a long time). I wasn't too nervous about bringing these girls together, cuz I just had that feeling that everyone would have a great time. Everyone got along marvelously and we had such a great weekend in George Town. There was no cat fights, just a lot of pillow fights. I already miss these Tramps.

DC Stands For Dance Crazy, Doesn't it?

I'm headed to Washington DC tonight. Where Presidents eat Kittens. Where they do unthinkable things to their interns with things made in Cuba, and where they hold more secrets then my Journal. But I'm not going there to place my political views on the politicians, or to try and find where it is that they keep these secrets (That I still bleive are all in Sarah Palin's hair)...Oh no sir!! I will be there to have a weekend with 4 of the coolest chick I know.

Because I don't believe in the Republican party or the Democratic party.

I just believe in parties.

Lover Boy

Today, my friend Kate and I got into the discussion about what our dream man would be like. After we exchanged our distributions, the rest of the day I kept thinking about that. I picture myself with not a gorgeous man, but with a lot of character. Not so much a six pack or a chiseled face, but sexy. AND the far most important thing? He has to make me laugh, A LOT. The exchange of witty banter and insults would make for some great sex.

So, Jason Segel, if you're out there and single...call me and lets mingle!

(Hey, that kinda rhymed)

Groove Armada

It's no secret that music to me is like air. Today I got a breath of fresh air, when I put this album in for the first time (after the Russian burned me copy knowing it would put my panties in a bunch) and it's been giving me the coochie tingle all day.

Brian Ferry's track (Shamless). One that reminds me of Rush electrolyzed (Look me in the eye sister) This kick ass song, AND, of course, I'm going to love it when Empire of the Sun is involved.

Groove Armada

BRAVO!!!!

"Nothing is more memorable than a smell, a touch, a song, a place. Nothing that awakens you inside can be forgotten. Take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has a place within you. Whether they stay or leave. They will always be in your memory"

Mariachis

When I get married (haha), I want a huge Mexican wedding, with great food, Tequila, and Mariachis. Also, the day they put me to rest, I want the Mariachis to play my soul into it's next adventure.

Viva Mexico

Good food. Good people. In Good company.

Need I say more?

No, nada mas!

A had a very nice and handsom host in Mexico.

I had a great time with The Mexican (s).

Time Time Time

I think HE said it best!