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Where does my paycheck go? To Whole Foods and Margaritas. It’s amazing how my bank account is able to make me feel like I could make it rain in da club, to peasant status in the span of a weekend. When i’m feeling ultra peasant (serf) I normally jump on the 10 back to my…

There are many aspects of adult life that I enjoy, and there are many I do not want to face. For instance, my mailbox which contains bills. Besides being forever a #peasant, I really enjoy working, especially with such fabulous people. I promised my co-workers a cardio party when we all decided to attend Soul Cycle…

For approximately 3 seconds, I thought the apocalypse from 2013 was coming back to haunt me with all it’s wrath. I was about to bop around Brentwood and get my fro-yo when the earthquake hit. OP and I ran into the doorway thinking at any moment our newly hung TV was about to fall and break…

I visited every bar in the city of Santa Monica. Gaslite, Q’s, Brick and Mortar, Cabo Cantina, Bungalow, and The Victorian. And now I am paying for it. Literally. #peasant #hungergames Sweet mother of pearl it was a marathon. As soon as I left work, I ventured to Cabo Cantina which led me to Gaslite.…

Am I back in college? Not quite, but my recent move to B-wood has made the distant memories of college lyfe reappear. I’ve had pizza every night for dinner, I run into a thousand people when I’m boppin’ around Barrington, and it’s been a dry desert heat inferno. I’ve made major strides since my days…

There is a hell, and it’s called going to IKEA hungover. Sweet mother of pearl. Thank god they have cones and hot dogs or else I would be curled up in the fetal position in the bed section cursing that swedish establishment. *Side note- Swedish Fish are made in Canada. I feel like I have…

Who would have thought that the time I go to Vegas with my parents would go down in history as one of the best trips I’ve ever had in that desert of sin. My cousin was getting married, so the whole Carmack/Jones/O’Neil/Symes clan gathered at the Wynn for some “wholesome” fun. As we waited in…

I don’t actually want to boycott the neighborhood of Brentwood…Just the parking. Every time I treck out there, something bad always happens to my car.  First there was the time I got towed on Chenault. Then three weeks ago, my car rolled into Cammie’s car due to tandem parking on 90 degree inclines. Then today,…

St. Patrick’s Day began with the removal of a champagne bottle from the bookshelf beside my bed. I wasn’t overcome with a spontaneous cleaning moment, more a safety precaution from the 4.7 earthquake that woke me up at 6:29 AM on my Monday morning. My alarm is set to 6:30, but still every minute counts…