This SoCal Girl is going Snowboarding.

Yikes. I don’t really want to think about the inevitable disaster or the fact that this will my 2nd time seeing snow EVER, so let’s shop for stuff to make me a cute $now Bunny instead! This post will be ongoing as I count down the days until my doom Arthur’s B-Day!

Snowboots. Check.

Day One: Found these sweet ass Tokidoki snowboots.

Looking forward to chilling next to a fire drinking a Sam Addams Oktoberfest. Maybe I can just skip the whole falling on my face part and fast forward to the hot tub. Yeah, that’s more my scene.

What you’re missing because you don’t watch the KRON 4 News

 
So I’ve been wanting to write about the KRON 4’s sports anchor Gary Radnich for awhile now, because let’s be honest, the guy is a total nutball.

The first time I experienced this was when he totally bawled out the anchor Pam Whoziwatzit for running into his time when he was going to use that tape for an interview. It was by far the most cringe-worthy scene I’ve ever witnessed on the news. And the awesomest.

I looked for the clip for two weeks straight before I gave up, but today SFist dropped this little nugget of joy in my reader, and I couldn’t be happier.

Enjoy

[thanks  SFist!]

Yucksters

After being forced to watch a Madonna concert on Christmas Eve and being pleasantly surprised, I have a new found appreciation for Madge, fake English accent and all.

And then she goes and does this. 

Please put your vag away.

Kthx.

Yikes – OR – My Worst Nightmare

 

So umm, remember those dudes that followed me home last week? This is nothing compared to that.

 

For a little backstory, there was this kid that followed me from the bank all the way down to University on his bike once, talking about how he was looking for a job (at the Coliseum of all places! Slangin’ peanuts and shit…) and um, could he have my number? I turned his corny ass down and went on my merry way.

A couple of months later I run into dude again. This time he’s talking about how beautiful our babies would be “Woooo…Tibetan, Black, and Mexican…” And then he followed me to my job. Like to the front door and shit.

That kid is persistent.

Fast forward to right now, maybe umm…fifteen minutes ago. The Tibetan stalker is at my BART stop. Our eyes meet, and I might have mouthed “fuck.” I can’t be sure. 

I cock my head to the right like I didn’t see his ass, and scurry on home.

I get to my front door, unlock it, and as I turn around I see him biking past right past me.

So this begs the question: Is it better to be stalked online or in real life? I totz know the answer but am just in denial, and frankly kinda scared.

Kbai.

If I go missing anytime soon…

It’s probably because I was abducted by the two dudes that just followed me from the BART station to my doorstep in their car. True story.

I’m going to have to stop wearing my iPod in both ears. Don’t get caught sleepin’.

Nigo’s car…

…for realsies.