LipStic Junkie

Things That I know.

Turning 30 not 21

So I’ve been really thinking about what direction I want to go in on my 30th, when it comes to style-that is, I could A) accept the fact that I am getting old and probably shouldn’t dye my hair pink (I want to so bad) and go for a more pulled together “adult” look, that may or may not involve pearls. Or I could B) say “fuck the police” and wear a crop top with leather leggings like It’s 2004 and I’m celebrating my 21st birthday, of course that look would include some jager induced vomit in my hair as an accessory.

Stay tuned for what I decide on. 

Being Hungover at work

Despite the fact that I will be 30 years old in exactly 15 days, I still insist on getting shit faced on Sunday afternoons for no apparent reason-besides that it’s fucken fun. So as-if Monday’s need another reason to suck, I’m sitting in front of my computer screen feeling like I got punched in the face. I’m nervous about turning 30 but today I’m pretty sure I look like I’m 40-that’s even being nice. Even though I was acting like I was 23 last night, I realized today when I strolled into work hating life that I was IN FACT 30, because I actually walked through those doors regardless of how much i’d rather be face down in my pillows. 7 years ago I would have faked a miscarriage to get out of work… and I HAVE actually have done that. Today I may look like shit, but I’m proud of me. 

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So last year there was really only one reason for me to be excited about the rain in San Francisco and it was solely because I could bust out my RAD red hunter rain-boots. Well, this year I mad another red and rad purchase.

After weeks of scouring the internet looking for an awesome deal on a Burberry trench (pic on the right) I decided NOT to drop $500-$700 on the coat that I REALLY wanted because then I would probably have to be dropping my pants for rent this month (I’m kidding). So I was stuck between choosing a London Fog trench or this Michael Koors one (pic on the left), After spending half my work day on Nordstroms website I decided on the MK.  I’ve actually decided to stop purchasing MK because of all the ghetto girls I see around town sporting good ol’ Mike…. yes Michael Koors is becoming the new Coach.  

BUT The features on this coat were just too good to pass up. The hood is removable and it is fully lined for extra warmth… basically they had me at detachable hood. 

Photo: graffcian

It will be my 30th birthday soon and this is all I want. Now what poor bastard is going to actually gift me with this gem? I sure as hell can’t spend $400 0n a vintage sweater… . Ahhh… I want it so bad, who does a bitch gotta blow for a Chanel Sweater???… I kid. I kid.

Photo: graffcian

It will be my 30th birthday soon and this is all I want. Now what poor bastard is going to actually gift me with this gem? I sure as hell can’t spend $400 0n a vintage sweater… . Ahhh… I want it so bad, who does a bitch gotta blow for a Chanel Sweater???… I kid. I kid.

My First Real Entry.

So, After having this blog and not really doing anything with it for about a year, I’ve decided to actually start writing in it. But what would I write about?… I pondered this for about a week now and I said to myself “fuck it, I’ll write about the shit that I know”… okay, what exactly do I know? After thinking about this for about another week, here is the list of shit that I am certain I know about.

  • Being almost 30 in San Francisco.
  • Being a bartender in 2 major California Cities.
  • Being a borderline alcoholic.
  • Fashion, I love clothing and not in a materialistic way, I like the expression through the art of clothing. 
  • Being straight forward (I don’t like wasting my time or people who are full of shit).
  • Making fun of myself.
  • Not taking life too serious and talking shit about those who do.

I know about these things for a fact and I’m sure that there are variations of these that I know about as well. So here ya go, this is what I will be writing about. I hope I am as entertaining to you as I am to myself.

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