Hello followers,
although there is only 5 of you and some other anonymous stalkers, I wanted to let you know that I am no longer going to blog in this website or in any other.
I don't know if I should delete this blog or not, but what is for sure is that I am disappearing from the internet leaving only my emails as a way of contacting me.
It was a pleasure to meet you, and I'm flattered I got to be followed by such wonderful people. Unfortunately, I am no longer in the mood for blogging, ranting, taking pictures or anything else for that matter. I hope you all understand.
Thank you again.
Karina (yes, that's my real name)
Tuesday, January 3
Thursday, December 29
Christmas After Party
I don't remember December 25 because I was drunk.
I took pictures of our presents.
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| Is it Christmas yet? |
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| This is the reason why I love Target. |
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| It has catnip, mom!!! |
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| Kuromimi being a good kitty |
Second last picture:
- Brown gradient clutch - AVON mark. (Christmas present from bestie)
- Golden rhinestone hair pin - Forever21, $2.80
- Love&Beauty nail polish in Mint and Dusty Lavender - Forever21, $2.80 each.
- Hello Kitty pullover - Old Navy Collectibles, $25
- Give a little PINK body lotion - PINK by Victoria's Secret, $12
- Oh what fun is PINK body mist - PINK by Victoria's Secret, $18
- Give a little PINK eau de toilette - PINK by Victoria's Secret, $24
- TOMS Red Classics - Nordstrom, $43
- TOMS Silver Glitters - Nordstrom, $54
- Grey & brown cardigan - Forever21, $28
- Leopard print knit sweater - Old Navy, $15
Have Yourself a Kitty Little Christmas
I am late for my Christmas post.
Is it just me or this year went by really fast? I remember starting my year going to college and thinking graduation seemed so far, but now here I am stuck at home, unemployed and waiting for my graduation dates.
My Christmas this year was, well, bad. You may think I'm a pessimist but this time it went bad for me for all the right reasons. As you may or may not know (or care) me and my mom don't have the best relationship. Why do I live with her? Well, I live in Mexico and it's not a costume of us to move away from our families at age 18, and usually we stick around until our parents die. However, I will not stick here until my mom dies because she was Asian in her past life and she'll live forever. But I digress. Me and my mom aren't close of friendly to each other but this Christmas season she was looking forward to spend it with her family. We usually make a trip to Los Angeles, where her family lives, and spend the holidays with them. This year her tourist visa expired, and although she renewed it, the new card hasn't been sent to her yet. This year she decided to do her Christmas dinner at home and invite her family from California to her house. She also has a couple nephews and nieces here (children of her sister in LA) so she invited over too. They all confirmed they were coming to my house on Christmas Eve, and since she works almost everyday she sent me to do her holiday shopping.
After three or four trips to the mall (fml) I finally finished buying presents for all her family members, and as expected, I had to wrap them too. Long story short, none of her family members showed up. NOBODY. I felt really bad because my mom was so jolly and excited about Christmas and she ended up wrapped up in her blankets, and in bed, sad. I usually don't give a damn about Christmas, but man, these motherfuckers really got on my nerves this time. On December 26 I unwrapped all the Christmas presents and went to return them. I thought that if they didn't come for Christmas I will not be waiting for them to give them their presents and be rewarded for making my mom feel like shit. I put the money back into my mom's bank account and used some money to buy her clothes and after Christmas candy on sale from Walmart (my mom loves Christmas candy, but she enjoys it even more if she knows it was 75% off when I bought it after Christmas).
Not everything was bad on Christmas. My cats had a blast opening their presents.
Is it just me or this year went by really fast? I remember starting my year going to college and thinking graduation seemed so far, but now here I am stuck at home, unemployed and waiting for my graduation dates.
My Christmas this year was, well, bad. You may think I'm a pessimist but this time it went bad for me for all the right reasons. As you may or may not know (or care) me and my mom don't have the best relationship. Why do I live with her? Well, I live in Mexico and it's not a costume of us to move away from our families at age 18, and usually we stick around until our parents die. However, I will not stick here until my mom dies because she was Asian in her past life and she'll live forever. But I digress. Me and my mom aren't close of friendly to each other but this Christmas season she was looking forward to spend it with her family. We usually make a trip to Los Angeles, where her family lives, and spend the holidays with them. This year her tourist visa expired, and although she renewed it, the new card hasn't been sent to her yet. This year she decided to do her Christmas dinner at home and invite her family from California to her house. She also has a couple nephews and nieces here (children of her sister in LA) so she invited over too. They all confirmed they were coming to my house on Christmas Eve, and since she works almost everyday she sent me to do her holiday shopping.
After three or four trips to the mall (fml) I finally finished buying presents for all her family members, and as expected, I had to wrap them too. Long story short, none of her family members showed up. NOBODY. I felt really bad because my mom was so jolly and excited about Christmas and she ended up wrapped up in her blankets, and in bed, sad. I usually don't give a damn about Christmas, but man, these motherfuckers really got on my nerves this time. On December 26 I unwrapped all the Christmas presents and went to return them. I thought that if they didn't come for Christmas I will not be waiting for them to give them their presents and be rewarded for making my mom feel like shit. I put the money back into my mom's bank account and used some money to buy her clothes and after Christmas candy on sale from Walmart (my mom loves Christmas candy, but she enjoys it even more if she knows it was 75% off when I bought it after Christmas).
Not everything was bad on Christmas. My cats had a blast opening their presents.
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Tuesday, December 27
Happy Holidays
I will be posting again soon. As you can see I changed my layout a little bit.
I have a question, HOW THE FUCK DO I CENTER MY TITLE?
It's getting so hard to edit the HTML, I'm lost and I love making HTML code but this is too much, so if any of you have an idea I'd really appreciate it.
Happy Holidays to my (3 or 4) followers.
I think I lost all my followers.
I have a question, HOW THE FUCK DO I CENTER MY TITLE?
It's getting so hard to edit the HTML, I'm lost and I love making HTML code but this is too much, so if any of you have an idea I'd really appreciate it.
Happy Holidays to my (3 or 4) followers.
I think I lost all my followers.
Monday, November 7
Kung Fu Panda.
So my mom had one of those rare moments of not being mad about whatever shit is going through her mind, and she asked me out for lunch/dinner.
My mom is a complex individual. She is ALWAYS angry about something, it could be the fact that somebody crashed against her rear bumper on a Monday morning, or because the meatballs she had at dinner tasted like meatballs. I will never know why my mom is always angry. Also, dealing with eating disorders for over 8 years, her senses are fucked up, so she can't smell or taste properly, so her ideal meal consists of a shitload of food, for little money, and it has to be really flavorful. Therefore, she loves Chinese food buffets (THE REALLY CHEAP ONES with the golden crap hanging from the ceiling and the huge ass fish tanks with gold fish in the middle of every room).
So we went to this Asian buffet in Chula Vista named VIPsomething Buffet (I can't remember the fucking name of the place). We only paid $10 each for access to who knows how many dishes, beverages and desserts. Remember the $1 take out Chinese places from the 90's?? Well, I certainly don't, but I imagine this is a 2011 version of that.
I've been to this place before, because my brother loves the chow mein they have there, and I like stuffing myself with those cheap California sushi rolls that don't really taste like sushi but fuck it, they taste good and it's only $10 and I can eat as many as I want, right? They also have sweets: delicious calorie-packed, sugary, sweets. And even though the workers smell like a mix of Windex and soy sauce, I kinda enjoy the warmth of the place and the faces white people make when Asians come into the place and serve themselves a bowl of 100 baby crabs with a side of soup like looks like watered down semen.
Anyway, my mom ate a bunch of food that she likes, and kept asking me "why the fuck do you keep taking pictures of your food?" (in Spanish, of course). I told my mom I blog about it, and since she doesn't know what a blog is, she said "you're fucking weird" and started drinking her iced tea.
My mom is a complex individual. She is ALWAYS angry about something, it could be the fact that somebody crashed against her rear bumper on a Monday morning, or because the meatballs she had at dinner tasted like meatballs. I will never know why my mom is always angry. Also, dealing with eating disorders for over 8 years, her senses are fucked up, so she can't smell or taste properly, so her ideal meal consists of a shitload of food, for little money, and it has to be really flavorful. Therefore, she loves Chinese food buffets (THE REALLY CHEAP ONES with the golden crap hanging from the ceiling and the huge ass fish tanks with gold fish in the middle of every room).
So we went to this Asian buffet in Chula Vista named VIP
I've been to this place before, because my brother loves the chow mein they have there, and I like stuffing myself with those cheap California sushi rolls that don't really taste like sushi but fuck it, they taste good and it's only $10 and I can eat as many as I want, right? They also have sweets: delicious calorie-packed, sugary, sweets. And even though the workers smell like a mix of Windex and soy sauce, I kinda enjoy the warmth of the place and the faces white people make when Asians come into the place and serve themselves a bowl of 100 baby crabs with a side of soup like looks like watered down semen.
Anyway, my mom ate a bunch of food that she likes, and kept asking me "why the fuck do you keep taking pictures of your food?" (in Spanish, of course). I told my mom I blog about it, and since she doesn't know what a blog is, she said "you're fucking weird" and started drinking her iced tea.
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