Hangnails

Take my advice, don't pull your hangnails.

Reason #1: They hurt like hell.
Reason#2: The aftermath makes the nail look ugly (for girls anyway)
Reason#3: You'll never know when you will use lemon/limes for something and woo daddy, it stings.
Reason#4: They hurt like hell.

Instead clip them off with a cuticle or nail clippers.

I should have taken my own advice..and I didn't. Shame on me.

Normally, I would bite them off but its impos

sible now with braces.

Another reason to hate braces..can't bite off my hangnails..

Gross, I know but I don't give a flying...duck.

it was bleeding...ouch

Just don't pull it!

Cheers!

The Heated Weekend

I had the worst work weekend ever. The warehouse was sooo hot, it was ridiculous. No A/C, just fan blowing in hot air. It was terrible. Sweat everywhere...and let me say this; I guzzled a lot of fluids the past three days and hardly peed. That is how much I sweated. So gross.

When I'm sticky, I'm bitchy. So beware.

Along with consuming bottles of water, this is what I ate/drank to cool me down over the course of 3 hard working days:

2 Big stick Popsicles

Too many to count otter pops

1 fudgsicle

1 staining grape flavored random twin pop. (My mouth was mortifying,
made it worse with braces haha.)

1 32 oz cherry slurpee

1 32oz bottle of frozen fruit punch Gatorade

2 cans of sprite

1 capri sun

1 grande starbucks' caramel frapp

And a handful of ice haha.

I think I worked the whole weekend with my lips stained...

I was sad when it dripped on my shirt. Boo!

My last piece of cool salvation......

I thank heaven that working in that warehouse is over....for now.

Keep cool!

The Guy Who Held a Toothbrush at a Bar...

And not only a toothbrush that he with him, but also a tube of toothpaste. Colgate to be exact.

So the Saturday before last, it was an acquaintance's birthday.

We went to a western themed bar in Hollywood (I think it was Hollywood).

The usual happens like it always happens in a bar, you flag down a bartender to get drinks etc etc.

It wasn't much of a place to dance, just a hang out. For $20, you can ride the mechanical bull.

Screw that, I rather just get on my friend's back and start hee-hawing. AND it's Free too.

At one point we (my partners in crime, Marilyn and Linh) decided to get some fresh air. We sat near this little fire pit and to my right, there was a vacant table and chairs for people who dine there.

This white dude with shaggy dirty blond hair, squeezes through the table and three chairs just to sit down next to me and my friends. And what's that? Why is he holding a toothbrush and toothpaste to a bar? We question him about his oral care...

"Why do I have a toothbrush? That is a question I cannot answer," he said.

What in the bloody hell?

This guy refuses to give us answers to why he brought a toothbrush and toothpaste to a bar. He is some smart ass who doesn't give us anything but says something so that we can question him more. What a useless and tasteless conversation. So we left him.

"He wanted attention" says Marilyn.

I agree with Marilyn. Just some guy who wanted attention.

We went back inside to meet our other friends and tell them about the weird fellow.

We figured that it was his tool to pick up girls, but it didn't work because it just makes him look like a retard.

It's possible that he may have been in a dental fraternity.....and as an initiation he has to carry a toothbrush and toothpaste around...


but we will never know because all he left us was this ---> ??

And his teeth wasn't pretty either.
Take that!

Haha
Cheers y'all!

My New Sidekick

What is green, stringy, minty and relates to the word "picking"?

No, it is not a green g-string but if it were, oohh..minty and ouch.

It's funny how a synonym for the g-string is "butt floss"...

ANYWAY, it's my new oral friend, mint flavored dental floss.

Lately, I've been carrying my floss around to wherever I go. Because, as of right now, this very moment, there is space being created in my mouth (because I have railroad tracks).

Space..

Where to start with the meaning of space? How about a definition. Taken from dictionary.com, its 1st definition for space is the unlimited or incalculably great three-dimensional realm or expanse in which all material objects are located and all events occur.

Oh, here is my favorite on the list, #7..a seat, berth, or room on a train, airplane, etc.

oh oh..and #8..a place available for a particular purpose: a parking space.

How about my definition

Space: the opening between my first molar and my second molar for all four sides: upper left and right and bottom left and right created by the pulling of braces.

One word. Three syllables. Frustrating.

Eating is such an obstacle now. You eat, pick your braces, eat, pick, then heavily pick, floss, and then brush.

Just as my gaps (which I'm very insecure of) where my first premolars used to be are closing, new gaps are starting to occur.

For instance, the gaps growing wider from my first molars and second molars and gaps between my lateral teeth and canines (which is worse than my missing first premolars).


I'm very sad.

Anyways, I got the dental terms from this lovely picture. Thanks to The American Medical Association.


Cheers.

Sharing is Caring...

UNTRUE!

Alright, its true to some extent.

Sharing is caring.... but say that to my little brother.

What if you opened up your fridge one day to get your favorite juice and then ...DUN DUN DUN.. ITS NOT THERE!


You swear you just BOUGHT it...and where could it possibly go?!?



What the...

How did it get in there!?





My hypothesis is that I did not drink the juice (obviously). I live with only one other person and that is my brother. Therefore the only other person who could have drank my juice is my brother. He probably consumed it all, and maybe offered some to his guest. When it was empty, it was only natural for him to throw the carton away. Leaving me nothing. Not even one freaking drop.

To test my hypothesis, I will ask him. "What happened to my juice?"

(From Previous experiences...)
He will guiltily smile and say "oh, I drank it all."

If I am correct and I know I am, then in conclusion, that is how my carton of juice ended up in the trash.

Alright,who cares if he has some, but dude..at least save me something! Ugh!

This is not the first time that something like this happened...it occurred several occasions. Its impossible to get back at him. I guess when the time is right, I'll just have to eat/drink all of his food and save him none.

Sharing is caring...


nah, even-steven bitch.


(I WILL UPDATE IF HE EVER BUYS HIS OWN SH*T)

Meow Gets Macho

Yup! You read it right...

I grew some balls...metaphorically speaking..

Today I bought myself a tool box fully loaded with 161 pieces. I needed it just because when it came down to doing some handy work, I didn't have anything to use.

I broke a nail before trying to use my finger as a temporary screwdriver......

Anyways, so I bought it at Target and get this.. I got it for $20. What a deal! It's not Craftman quality but shoot, it'll do. Durabuilt..sounds pretty decent. It's not like I'm gonna build a freaking house.

It's so anti-girly and I love it....I like being macho for some reason. HAHA.

I wish Tim Taylor can see me now..





There's like a kazilllion pieces...ok ok, there's 161 pieces. But out of those 161, I only know how to use...maybe at least 10 of those pieces.. Heeheehee. I am a girl after all.

Cheers!

June 1st..

My favorite month to start fresh. A new me. Okay, not new me but rather the same me, just under "new" circumstances. A freer me.

I've been feeling independent, confident and happy. My forecast seems to be looking good so far and hopefully it stays that way. California sunshine everyday!

This month means so much to me..

This is the opportunity to fresh, a new day. The past few months of my life has been so turbulent and stressful....this time I know for sure its going to be sunny. Not only its the month of my birthday, but its also the month to officially say its summer!

so I welcome June with open arms and peace out May!

I leave you with my paint artwork of June (As you can see, I'm not an artist.)

Cheers!