Hi lovers.
I hope ya’ll had a good weekend (And Monday!) I went shopping with my sister, got my Forever21 bag WOOT, among some other odds and ends, and I also got to see my lovah Ali…took her out for her bday dinner and watched the Lakers go down in flames. Good girly time is priceless. I have to say that my favorite time with any of my friends is in the bathroom getting ready!  Is that weird?  Do you guys do that too?

Remember when I used to be a fashion blogger?! Me too. It’s just been a hot minute since I’ve stumbled upon anything badass enough to share, and that hasn’t already been shared 25 times. Candy & Caviar is badass x a billion–gotta thank my friend Daniel (no offense meant at all, but gay guy friends ftmfw) for the heads up…I want it all! I.die. “Little girls who dream big, make it big” is the philosophy of designer Candy Lin, and I couldn’t agree more. Now look! PRETTY! Zippers! The line is also super affordable, and I plan on rocking quite a few pieces in the near future. (After Steven kicks my ass a little more.)

So last night, I was talking to a swoon worthy fellow, and I was all, “yeah, what time can you leave in the morning for Coachella?” TOTALLY THOUGHT TODAY WAS FRIDAY.  To the point of being genuinely surprised, and so so SAD when he was like, “Liz, tomorrow is Thursday.” UGH, I hate that feeling.  I also don’t feel good.  So sore from Steven the Trainer. (More on him next week.  And yes, he’s hot, I know.)  So I’m whiny.  I only have 2 more days left of this cleanse, so I’m sticking to it. I miss sangria.

It’s been a hot minute since I gave the internet a good whoring.  Instead of rambling on about more nonsense today, I’m going to say HAPPY WEEKEND (a day early, but that’s how I do), tell you to download this song just because it’s amazing, you’re welcome ,and direct you to…

My first dating post! CHECK IT OUT…and be supportive?  And by “supportive” I mean, subscribe. I love you.

I also guest posted on Tuesday for my loverlover Kathleen at Just a Small Town Girl. Pop Culture Tuesday-The I Want Her Hair Edition

AND…The Happiest of Birthdays to one of my bestest friends in the Universe-Ali.

HAPPY THURSDAY FRIDAY WEEKEND!!!  Love you, mean it!  (Disabling comments-leave me some love on my other posts, hint hint nudge nudge)

(Before I get into it-I got my “blojo” (blog mojo haha) back, according to a friend. Thank you for all the sweet emails, comments, twitter-love? twits? huh? For the record, I missed you too!)
I have a lot of expectations.  Of myself.  Of others.  Of things.  I know some of you may think that if you have no expectations, you will never get let down, and while I get that, I don’t think, for me, it’s a very realistic way to live.  I like expectations.  I like standards.  I expect that if I spend 45 minutes curling my hair…my hair had better be curly.

But see, sometimes life happens and you have to run outside your condo and help your lovely friend find parking, because parking is a total cluster of a nightmare at your house, and you want to help her, and it’s raining.  And your hair gets wet, and it’s not curly pretty princess hair anymore.  Sad.

For example.

I expect the brakes in my car to ya know, stop my car. I expect a pair of Paige’s and some 5 inchers to make me feel like a sexy badass, even when I’m convinced I have.nothing.to.wear. and my life is, actually, over.  I expect a venti skinny vanilla latte with a triple shot to perk me up in the mornings, I expect the trackball on my bberry to roll around like it’s supposed to, and while we’re on the subject, I just have to say that I expect way too much from technology in general, but I digress. I expect my birth control to…control and I expect the guy I am using said birth control with to be my best friend too.

Easy, no? What about when you hydroplane and your brakes don’t work?  What if your birth control fails? (OMG NO I’M NOT PREGNANT) What if you’re still a zombie after even 2 venti’s? Is there anything we can count on? What if it turns out he’s not my best friend and just…some guy?

There are very few things that are for sure.  I might hydroplane and my brakes might not work.  I might have on the best jeans ever that make my ass look PHENOMENAL and LOUBIES and still wish I was home in yoga pants and a wife beater.  Technology will fail us some days-might even drive us to tears when we’re totally pmsing.  And the guy I wake up next to in the morning might not be my best friend…yet.

One of my nearest and dearest said this tonight (and made me that cute picture) when I told her what I was writing about-“Expectations are sorta like mini little hopes and prayers.” So with that, I hope and pray that our cars keep us safe, and our phones, computers and birth controls do their respective jobs (or not, if that’s what you want!).  I hope and pray that the next guy I fall asleep with is my best friend, and he’ll definitely think a wife beater and yoga pants is just as sexy as jeans and stilettos…most of the time.

Oh, hi. It’s my birthday. So remember when I was all ohhh I miss you and I’m totes attacking your blogs with a vengeance and making Wordpress my bitch and then I didn’t? Well, you can’t be mad at me because it’s my birthday and I make the rules.  All that stress from last week is now revealing itself in the form of a flu/cold and attacking my shitshow of an immune system.  I’ve been rilly busy anxiously watching the Olympics (I freak when they fall!), and guzzling theraflu. OH, and I was just brought the Canadian version of theraflu, because it’s stronger. So thats fitting, no? Get it?

Ok.

It’s Feb 17th-and…I was born 19 years ago. Do you believe that? REALLY? Although! I was at the DMV last week for 6 hours of my life I’d love to get back and they asked if I was there to take my drivers license test for the first time and I decided to take this as a sign that all the money I spend on “age prevention” is totally working and my Sephora purchases are completely justified. RATHER than I look like complete hell/jailbait without makeup and hair and the whole nine.

Anyways.

So, I’m sick today. Whatever. It’s Wednesday and not much is going on, just MY BIRTHDAY.  And perhaps pancakes with Kelly at 1 am, cuz that’s how we roll. Friday begins THREE CONSECUTIVE WEEKENDS of what I like to call “Jesus be a fence or cheers to making some bad decisions.”

This weekend-birthday and bloggy fun, Cali style. Next weekend-birthday and bloggy fun, VEGAS STYLE. My two worlds colliding. With Ali! And Kathleen! Blog friends turned “real lifers” my life would be empty without are rallying 2 weekends in a row. Glorious. Here’s to topless vampire revues and dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly like it’s my job.

And then…a round trip plane ticket to San Fran showed up in my inbox. From a boy who is sneaking his way into my heart. HOW SWOON WORTHY IS THAT?  So I’ll be in SF the first weekend in March. I’ll be fairly busy making out with his hotness, but if you want to get coffee or a shot, let me know.

SO YEAH. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! And my twin sister of course! I don’t have any revelations or deep thoughts on this birthday-I just want to have FUN. A little magical fun. Good goal, right?

Breaking news-new computer arrived as I’m typing this post…so, it’s OFFICIAL this time. I’m back, dolls. God, I’m so addicted to the internet it’s absurd. Have a lovely Liz’s birthday day!

Happy Monday! In my head, that sounded totally sarcastic so just in case it didn’t translate-TOTALLY SARCASTIC. But anyway! The project I’m working on requires me to go into an office (I’m sure I’m getting blank stares from most of you…as you read this from your offices), and last week I was bored out of my mind with my outfits! Therefore, no lookbooks…yet. I love dresses…they’re so easy to throw on, and Hanako, Kelly and Maegan inspire me with the dresses they wear to work. I have to admit though, that dresses are one retail sector that kind of intimidate me, especially when it comes to the workplace. I can wear whatever the heck I want, one of the perks of working in a creative industry, however…if you have boobs or curves like me-lots of dresses can go from cute to skank in 2.5 secs…not professional at all. Below are dresses I would wear to work that won’t break the bank (I despise spending a fortune on work clothes, let’s save that for the Loubies kthxbai.)

All of the above from ASOS. I wish they were hanging in my closet NOW. Boo wtf am I gonna wear tomorrow ughhhh!!! Sunday night grumpies, party of one…

In other news, I have the Ciao, Chessa! winner to announce!! My lovey banana badger was forced gracious enough to pick the lucky number via gchat this evening…number 84- Carissa from The Lovely Dove it is all you woman! Have your people talk to my people and let’s do the damn thing Congrats, doll!

Awwww you guys! I miss you! It’s so freaking bizarre how much I miss blogging, and it’s only been a few days! Just a busy week and life trumped le blog. Boo being busy, you’re a mean muggin whore with bad hair and ugly shoes! I wish I could share more about what I’m doing but my blog is not exactly anonymous and I can’t be too specific…Things should settle down next week so I’ll be back to my usual daily stalkage.

{This is me…stalkin outside your window. So I creep, yeahhh…}

This week has been tough. The industry I’m in, by definition, while fun and fabulous, is TOUGH. I am battling old demons, but I’m going to be a badass and rock it out…and reward myself with some LOUBIES soon! I’m beating myself up because I haven’t worked out all week, but then again, I’ve barely eaten. (I don’t condone this AT ALL, I’m just saying.) I am a perfectionist and pleaser, working on a project that will never be perfect and nobody will ever be pleased=anxiety city.

Nothing will ever be good enough for them, so it’s just going to have to be good enough for me, with my new shoes and my (soon) new blonde hair. Appt has been made, I’m dragging Hanako along to perhaps film a Vlog or as she said, a “documentary”-”When Liz goes batshit crazy and dyes her hair platinum”…it could be the beginning of a series…”When Liz goes batshit crazy and …” I’ve got material for days, srsly.

But I digress.

I’m sorry to come back and write a post that is more for me than anyone else. I NEED to remind myself tonight, as the week is coming to an end, that next week will be better. That yes, this mess I was hired to clean up is worse than I ever could have imagined, the pressure is palpable but every day, I DO make it better. I was hired for a reason. And I’m getting a damn good name to put on my resume!

Chin up! Heels on! Tosses weave! Stress can suck it DRY!

{Game Face ON! Uh, I wish that was my face. lol.}

Happy Friday my loves! What are you doing this weekend? I want to drink a lot and shake my money maker with the girls! And of course read your blogs while trying an eggnog latte from Starbucks…are they good? I keep hearing about them, but I’m not an eggnog fan usually. Ummm, cool now we’re talking about eggnog here? Super.

XOXO,

Liz

P.S. Well, color me a jackass bloggy buddy. Totes didn’t announce the fabulous Ciao, Chessa giveaway winner! So lucky you…I’m extending it til Monday cuz mama is too lazy to count all the entries!!

Happy Friday!!!!
I’m so tired ya’ll. I don’t know when this “ya’ll” business started…I do actually say it sometimes when I’m speaking and it’s just all kinds of weird because it doesn’t fit in with my LA/OC /Liz-speak. But I totally digress. This week has been CRAZY busy and I can’t believe it’s the weekend already…soooo…Random updates?

Happy Monday!

I’ve been lucky to have so many FABULOUS bloggers guest post for me, and it’s my turn to pay it forward! Maxie at I Hate So Much is on vacation, and I’m guest posting for her today and sharing the true story of one of my relationship disasters. Check it out, because I’m hella out of my element over there and could use some support! If you comment, you’re entered to win a pair of Gap jeans. Just bribing sayin… BUT if you’re easily offended, DON’T GO. Srsly, you’re a cupcake and I’ll still love you. This one is rated R for language and adult situations. Gonna be posted at 5am EST, fyi.

P.S. Unbeweavable giveaway coming tomorrow, WOOP WOOP!

I think that just about sums it up. Thanks for putting up with my bitchboard haha. Since blogger and I don’t get along, I don’t schedule posts which means I’m not here tomorrow because I’ll be in heavy duty wedding make-up prep mode, so I have a fabulous guest blogger spreading some sunshine. Seriously one of my favorite bloggers ever. SUPER EXCITED to kick the happiness up a notch around these parts and have an Unbeweavable weekend. (Cheeesyyyyy) Also means that I will suck when it comes to comments this weekend, but ya know I’ll be back with tons of wedding pictures!! And LBD pictures! BOOYA!