This is what happens when you doubt what I say

aka evidence-dumping on facebook. shit just got personal.

In regards to quadrants:

We're still alive and judging by this post, still uncool! Real post coming up soon, I promise!

I have to admit, we are kind of cool

I don't care what the charts say, us compadres felt very cool today. I don't know how long this feeling will last. As such, I wanted to take a moment to treasure this feeling of absolute contentment. It's kinda like:

when you pick up a $100 bill on the ground
when you find dollar bills in your jeans pocket
when old school disney films play on TV
when a random kid sees you and gives you a hug(:D)
when your world gets a little bigger after putting in the effort
when Christmas card humor and messages align (we are fated)
when you feel like the master of the universe.


Happy Holidays!

This may seem like a shameless self-promotion...

...but I am going to argue that by giving birth to the blog, http://alphabetartofalliteration.tumblr.com (btw, not sure if it's my comp spazzing, but blogger's template no longer includes the other buttons. I don't even know how to add hyperlinks on here anymore! D:), I feel like it upped my cool points a little bit. It makes me happy and a happier dc is definitely cooler than the norm. Check it out if you're a fan of silly doodles, alliteration, and the alphabet-- Truly a winning combination!

Tips of Love

This week, DC was at la maison de muah for our annual or pentannual sleepover. KCDC sweated our toxins out in intense bikram, ate it all back in a premenstrual sweetcraving craze, inhaled in pho, and DC became a redhead. So one night we change into sleeping outfits but I guess I never got the memo that like slutty Halloween, girls must look good despite the context/event. A sleepover is apparently not made for sleeping in comfort but for looking cute to your roommates.

So I come downstairs with my lovely Peter Paul and Mary sweater from 1998 bought at a LIVE PPM concert when Mary, RIP, was still belting out her folky ballads. Meeting me downstairs is DC in jock-like mockery. Oh did that girl roll over cackling in her cleverly cut shoulder bare tee. What was strange about this situation was that it was complete dejavu... It happened six years ago junior year. I walk into art class with my Nutcracker sweater of 1996 where I watched the LIVE Nutcracker on Ice. On this amazing sweater was a male nutcracker ballerina doing an amazing prancing jump thing. Greeting me at the door is DC pasted on the table from raging hysterics. 6 years and nothing has changed. So tip to all of you one follower of this blog. Time will not change closemindedness, so embrace your bad sweaters. Because they are your cheesy memories that envelope your dreams. Peace.

How to: Kill mice

HOW TO KILL MICE

by: dc

Inspired by a brief mouse encounter in New York at three in the morning.

Rely on any of the following:

1.) a mouse-killing robot with laser beam eyes and claws to pick the poor sucker up and place into the trash.

OR...!!!

2.) a robotic vacuum cleaner to perpetually keep mice on their toes, causing them to eventually die of fatigue.

OR...!!!

3.) a cat.

The Best Birthday Card Ever

Given my recent, yet serious obsession with river monsters, my other half made me this awesomely disturbing river monster birthday card with an equally fantastic message written on the back:

To the endearing, boisterous, life-of-the-party queen bee: On one special day, women every inch of this worldly world give way to uncontrollable shrieks as their stomachs and unnamable parts excessively cramp because they smell the acidic fragrant aura of the of the African princess*. All the blood loss of menstruation syncs to you babe.

Vulgar but overall amazing! Just the way I like it :D

*apparently, females sync their menstrual cycles to the alpha female -- the highest honor ever!

Los Angeles: Brewery Artwalk

If you know me, one of my goals in life is to live in an abandoned-warehouse-turned-loft with pretty brick walls, big windows and exposed ceilings. That being said, I had a fantastic time going through the artist lofts in the Brewery Artwalk over the weekend. Once a Pabst Blue Ribbon Brewery, the place has been turned into lofts geared specifically towards artists. The entire complex then holds a bi-annual artwalk, where they find it in their hearts to allow commoners like us to see a glimpse of their artworks. The residents live and breathe art and it is just an amazing experience to see how each artist took advantage of their space and made it completely their own. Definitely take the chance to see it next time. It's free, has a beer garden, king taco is less than a mile away and you get to see fun art--how can you refuse? ;)