I Love You Tiffany

I got my first Tiffany's bracelet from my ex. It was actually a very happy time and I love the bracelet. Later he got me that huge chunky Tiffany's necklace with the heart on it when we went for lunch one day . I loved that too but it is huge and chunky and you have to be particular about what you wear it with.

Then I got super duper lucky when my ex employer/family gave me a Tiffany's bracelet as a goodbye gift. It's gorgeous just as well and I love to wear it.

I love jewelry that has meaning to it. It doesn't have to be Tiffany's it could be a 2 dollar bracelet from the corner store, but it has to have meaning behind it and most of my jewelry does, cheap or expensive, gifts or something I bought for myself.

For a while now I've been wanting to purchase my own Tiffany's necklace instead of waiting for someone to buy it for me. With this song on my mind, how could I not?:

Plus, as my New Year's resolution, I'm doing what I can to make myself a better person both mentally and physically. And as you've seen, I've been taking a bit of a beating physically. My shins are all messed up and now my forearms are just as black and blue.

Since I feel like I'm getting somewhere, I decided to use the money my dad gave me for xmas to buy myself a Tiffany's necklace because frankly I deserve it.

I went to get it last week but they were out of the silver and frankly I didn't have an extra grand to buy the gold. So "Luc" at Tiffany's with his sexy accent ordered the silver for me and I went and got it yesterday.

As soon as he put it on I fell in love and knew we were suppose to be together.

Here she is in all her glory:


PS It says "Tiffany & Co." on each of the loops. Can't get Tiffany's without it saying Tiffany's!

I love it!!!

The Gum. Respect It.

I’m one of those people that is really anal about carrying gum with them.

I like the sense of security that gum gives me. It’s there if I need to freshen my breath, it’s there. If I have a bad taste in my mouth, it’s there. If I need an oral fixation, it’s there. If I have a heavy night of partying and crash at a “friends” and need to fix that nasty cat mouth in the morning, the gum…..it’s there.

I like specific types of gum and I’m choosey about which brands I like. But the gum I’m into these days are Trident Splash with the mint explosion, or the chocolate mint or even cinnamon (do not put on privates) and bubble gum for fun! This is a science to me. I like what I like and I choose wisely and I always make sure I have back up and multiple flavors. I’m a gum snob if you will.

I know that it’s common ground for people to just randomly ask for YOUR gum and I politely hand it over since I know how important this little gold mine is that originates from a tree. Share the love. It’s all good.

People also often get gum envy when you break open the metal cover and crackle the plastic. They usually ask you for a piece before it even hits your mouth. Again, I politely hand it over but am slightly irritated since I know they don’t NEED it…..they just WANT it.

And then there are those who love gum just as much as I do, but that don’t come well prepared. EVER. It’s these people that get under my skin, or all up in my gum-ness.

I know gum is cheap, and I know I’m not going to go broke by handing it out. But people, it’s a matter of principle. It’s not the money, it’s not the greediness. I don’t expect you to have gum ALL the time like me. But what I do expect is for you to buy it for yourself every once in a while instead of relying on me to hand it over to you whenever you feel like it. It makes me feel like the gum I’ve purchased isn’t respected.

Ya’ll need to respect The Gum.

The Gum provides much pleasure and solves many things like bad breath. You are probably going to eat something with garlic or onion in it or are going to feel nervous and want to chomp on something continuously. So how about this.

Buy yourself some gum.

I do.

And remember.

Respect the gum.

Tourist In Jail Intro

There was this dude who was spewing at the mouth and getting all up in my amiga's face:


I think I made the same face too!

And then he did this:


To Be Continued.....

So How's Kickboxing Going?

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It's going freakin GREAT! Glad you asked!

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Now if my legs weren't already ugly, this certainly makes them a whole shitload uglier!

Honestly, I'm in pain and my body hurts but I'm so glad to be back. Things are actually falling into place faster than I thought and I am really enjoying the fact that I can hit things/people and not get deported/go to Mexican jail* for it.

Perhaps the next picture will be of my new six pack (when I get it that is).



* I actually put a tourist in jail once.....boy that's a story....but probably won't tell it here. Muahahahaha!

Who Bugs Me More?

There's a couple at the gym that annoy the hell out of me but after seeing them on Tuesday night, I realized that I'm not sure who annoys me more. The girl? Or is it the guy?

The guy thinks he's hot shit. He's got the macho man attitude and you can tell he thinks he's god's gift to both men and women. He's cocky and barely works out but when he does he does a lot of huffing and puffy and makes ugly faces in the mirror like he's lifting 500 lbs. Guess what bud? I lift more than your sorry short ass, so quit the antics!

Then there is his girlfriend, if you want to call her that. I personally think she's ugly (I'm nice right?) and I think she might know this too, except she covers it up with the fact that she wears D&G hats and velour Baby Phat sweats to the gym while she holds her designer purse and trots along in her fancy Puma running shoes. Doesn't she know you shouldn't be mixing brands like that? She's also dyed her hair some crappy blonde color and she's wearings 5 lbs of makeup to cover "something up". She primps in front on the mirror wayyyyyyy too much and I really never see her work out.

What I do see princess doing is following 10 feet behind her boyfriend who rarely acknowledges that she's even there. Suddenly Miss Princess is no longer Miss Princess anymore, but more like Miss Slave, as she struggles to keep up with her master who walks all over the gym, chatting it up with dudes to look cool whilst making faces in the mirror when picking up 10 lb weights to do NOTHING. (TALK ABOUT A RUN ON SENTENCE!)

The boyfriend likes to have these very intense, very closely spoken conversations with all the bigger dudes in the gym (no doubt discussing how to get roids) and never not never not even once does he even introduce his girlfriend. She just hangs out in a corner waiting for him to be done before he rushes off to some other part of the gym and she follows.....again.....10 feet behind.

I've seen a tiny bit of affection between the two. Mr. Man tells his girlfriend what exercises to do and then as she leaves he smacks her flat ass as to say, "That's my bitch". When she's done, she will come back and give him a half hug where he will take her hat off and put it on backwards. Oh how cute is that? VOMIT! Before she can get annoyed with this, she checks herself in the mirror before realizing, "God I'm so HOT!" and proceeds to fix her hair in a fashion that was the exact same styling as it was two seconds earlier. (You'd never know this from her reactions in the mirror though....you'd really think she went to a hairstylist in Beverly Hills and got styled by the best of the best.)

So you see, with all that goes on between these two, I'm confused as to whom I should dislike more?

Is it the cocky son of a bitch who is obviously so insecure by his small penis size that he has to feel better by constantly disrespecting his woman? Or is it the princess who only likes herself because she wears expensive attire and is respectful enough to let her man lead her wherever she goes?

I don't know man. This is a tough one. You tell me!

Snow Dancing

My sister sent me this email the other day and it was too good not to share with you:

So I woke up this morning, all groggy-eyed and sleepy to look out the window at the weather and here's what I saw. Now, typically, the only people I tend to see are eager-beaver morning joggers pounding the pavement on Point Grey Road in their Sugoi spandex running tights and Vancouver-quintessential, water repellent running jackets. With our snowfall of late, there wasn't a jogger in sight. Certainly not a surprise, I thought to myself, especially with all the black ice accumulated on the sidewalks over the past two weeks. There was, however, this crazy chick wearing a strapless Victorian-style red velvet dress prancing around the front yard. It is unfortunate that my point-and-shoot didn't quite capture the spectacle or vibrancy of the red dress against the pure, white, fresh-driven snow. It was pretty trippy to see firsthand so I took a few snapshots knowing you might not believe me. Who said the West End gets all the weirdos?? I'm not sure how you spent your morning, but I spent mine drinking coffee, watching the crazy chick twirling around my yard. Maybe the malbec I drank last night was laced with hallucinogens. Who knows. But this is one morning in the life of this Kitsilano girl.

We Made It!

Another year is gone and here we are. Get yourselves ready for a fantastic year! I'm serious. If you've made those resolutions, I expect you to be using this weekend to prepare yourself for them. Start now and don't let go of your plans.

And on that happy note, can I just say that I've freakin had it with van drivers? They all drive SLOW as shit and it's just driving me INSANE. But in a good way. Because as requested, I will not stop my bitchlogging for this new year. I will simply continue with it.

Amen.