halasa musings... xo
dear kleenex with lotion: i never understood you before. in fact, i loathed you. now that i have a cold, you complete me. and i love you. xo
halasa musings... xo
not sure if it's lack of sleep, the german cold medicine, or just the fact that i'm a huge sap, but i just balled like a baby during "frozen" and "about time" on the airplane. darn rachel mcadams movies get me every time... pretty sure the adorable 21-year-old swiss boy sitting next to me thought i was nuts or having a nervous breakdown. it's his first trip to the states. welcome to california, the granola state, son: land of flakes and nuts. ahhhh, feels lovely to be home! hello, sun! hello, america! xo
halasa musings... xo
just transferred a loan in 2-easy-steps to get a penis enlargement, saved 50% on car insurance, and lowered my credit score. thank you, spam. xo
halasa musings... xo
real love is texting a photo to your boo asking how awful something looks and him trying to make me feel better by responding, "what's awful is you sending me pics without wearing eyeliner." and then telling your brother that story while laughing and him saying, "tell your boo the same." this is one dysfunctional circle of awesome love and i wouldn't have it any other way! plus, i really do look better with eyeliner... xo #solucky #BFF #boo #TLF
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"dude" on cell at weho atm: "gurl, i'm gonna die. i think the atm is taking my money." halasa's advice? remove the shades, get off the phone, loosen those skinny jeans, and think... methinks those jeans are so tight they're restricting the blood flow to your brain. xo
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wish fitbit counted miles driven as physical activity... i'd be the fitbit champion if so! xo
walking around LA eating a half-gallon is ok, but finding a trash can was clearly out of the question. xo #iwantedsome
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people should come with warning labels. "WARNING: you will be dumber after talking to me." can i please get those 15 minutes of my life back? xo
halasa musings... xo
my mom told me to always trust my instincts. so i ate two ice cream sandwiches. she was right. as always. xo #sogood #nomnomnom
halasa musings... xo
overheard girl talking on the phone: "and he said i was a spiritual marvel? i don't know what marvel means." ugh. marvel clearly does NOT mean smart. wish i had been the person on the other end of the call. i would've hung up. xo #stupidhurts
halasa musings... xo
picture it. cvs. a long line of shoppers at the register. our heroine is decked out in a huge sunhat, over-sized shades, and gym clothes. her half-drunk coffee bean frap (which no doubt was vanilla in flavor, 1/2 powder, with hot, steamed soy milk, extra ice, a shot of wheat grass, a drop of agave nectar, and a dash of nutmeg) rested on the counter next to her louis v, along with all of the change on the planet. as she counted the change down to the penny for 10 full minutes until she could pay for what was, hopefully, botox relaxer, all i kept thinking as i stood there unamused with five simple items in-hand was: louis=louie. nice try sweetie. xo #celebritywannabe #timesarehard
man, i just love my neighborhood. during my afternoon musings around town yesterday, within 5 blocks i encountered a cornucopia of visual, mental, and emotional stimulation. an old man playing the guitar on a park bench, lots of babies and dogs being walked, two surfers talking about tiger balm, a man so jacked on steroids he looked like he was gonna explode, two separate groups of young men in neon wasted and screaming "sunday funday!" while stumbling to the drag bar, a girl calling to her friend from her balcony, "hey gurrrl! HOLLA!" (so me circa 10mins. ago), a woman in a wheelchair using her legs to push the chair and her body forward while puffing on a cigarette, and then, as if discovering they are now making continuous spray body lotion wasn't enough excitement for me on that gorgeous california sunday, i found this in my local gas station... the burrito box. in the future i think we will probably be able to select our children this way. i want mine to have extra cheese ;) xo
oh. and i like pancakes. so does baby jesus. if it's on a t-shirt it must be true. xo