New lob, who dis?

New lob, new job, new me? My hair started to return to its natural state, and I decided to follow the influence and try Chiara’s colori$t. I had never heard of Meche salon. I arrived with my long semi brown hair excited to return to my true blonde self. The colorist walked over to my station,…

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Otter Contagion

While everyone was at the Met on Monday, Moran and I created our own soirée with scrambled eggs and rosé.  Ah, the life of luxury. This has been by far the most relaxing part of my week, since I have served as an RN after Jordan and I were exposed to the plague. The carrier: The otters. “Hey…

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Struggles by Jones

I do not run. I do not jog. I occasionally sprint on the treadmill due to intimidation by the Orange Theory instructor, but my sausage links do not scurry for a significant amount of time. Sunday, I ran a 5k. I literally felt like P. Diddy, episode one, when he trained for the New York…

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“Hello, it’s me.

I walked out of the Adele concert with Carms frustrated and confused to why she did not play my favorite song of all time (Hometown Glory). As we drove away from the Staples parking lot, I scrolled through videos of the miracle I had witnessed in DTLA, and there I found, “Hometown Glory.” I was…

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Downtown.

There was a time when I despised DTLA. As in, I refused to go unless food or tickets were involved. I was invited to visit the Broad on Saturday morning. While we were sans rezzies, I had zero concerns, since we were going to be proactive, and wake up before all of Los Angeles to be the…

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Denial

Sorry for the delay, Giggles has been in denial. Denial, that we had box seats at the Hollywood Bowl for Kanye and that he played for 1 hour. While the show was mediocre to the fifth, we did get a Kardashian sighting out of it, and chew on some Larchmont Wine and Cheese sandwiches. Back…

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Bermuda Triangle

The Bermuda Triangle. This is not located in a tropical location. That is a myth. The Bermuda triangle is in Pasadena, CA and is in fact a very real place. Where cell phones are of no use, liquids are limited, and despair is constant due to the overwhelming feeling of being stranded. Help is not…

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If Britney Made It Through 2007…

Monday is the new Sunday. My night ended with tears over an extremely rich piece of cake, and with stares of concern from my grandpa and cousin at a neighborhood restaurant. Public meltdowns are not my fave, but they happen to the best of us (TBT Britney and the umbrella). Usually, they occur as a result…

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