ver⋅bose   /vərˈboʊs/
–adjective characterized by the use of many or too many words; wordy

mo⋅rose   /məˈroʊs/
–adjective 1. gloomily or sullenly ill-humored, as a person or mood. 2. characterized by or expressing gloom.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

hynotize me! lobotomize me!

otherwise i will NEVER be "good with money." that's in quotes because i'm not bad with money, i'm just...
well, i work very hard. i know that this is what i have to do. but i got kind of a late start on this mentality so.... i don't know. i'm left in this place where a) i work hard for my money, but b) i want what i want and i want it now, but also c) i know my limits and don't tend to desire big ticket/expensive items.
does this all make sense? k, good. now i can tell you what happened. i made good money tonight, thank the lord. i just paid my cable and phone bill this weekend and rent is due on tuesday. i also needed to buy coachella tickets and i honestly assumed up until earlier this week that my cable would be turned off. ANYWAY, i came home tonight and about three phone calls to livia and a quick peek at my wellsfargo account online, i purchased three- 3 day passes and three camping passes. i'll leave you to guess how much that cost. so after it went through i went and looked at my bank account... 'cause i'm a masochist.
but wait, all the bills and the tickets went through and more than enough money for rent?
more than enough?!
what the deuce?! as an adult, i can say that there are few greater pleasures in life than finding out you have more money than you thought you did! but here's why i'm crazy: to celebrate i went to american apparel online and bought $75 worth of t-shirts! tada! what, it's free shipping?
yeah, i have a problem, ok?

"I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart."
-e.e. cummings

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Rupert Murdoch/Tom States Obvious; Loses Ground

if you are a close enough friend of mine, you may recall there was a time when i was mildly obsessed with the fact that "Tom" (if that's his real name!) and Rupert Murdoch are stalking me.

if this doesn't ring a bell, allow me to elaborate:

about a year or so ago it was brought to my attention through my friend michael via myspace bulletin that all of the "sponsored link ads" on his homepage were relevant to him specifically. this led the two of us into a discussion about how this was the same for me. we agreed that this was at base level. i would receive ads for "rock chick clothing" and "vintage apparel;" he would receive ads for "guitar lessons" and "muslim dating" sites. all based on information that could be easily obtained through a cursory search of our pages. i felt this conspiracy out for a while. at first, like i said, they all seemed to be obvious. eventually, however, the ads became more elaborate. my page is pretty basic, not too much personal information to be had. ads started popping up that were related to blogs i had written, picture captions, comments left by others. i may have been stoned a lot around this time, but i was still freaked out. it became less about boredom and more of a hobby; then it became about boredom again. then i stopped.

i am at it again due to a seemingly rudimentary comment will made yesterday about rupert murdoch stalking us, the details of which are not important. after the initial rush wore off once again, i was left with the following spam ads:

Sponsored Links
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Meet Fit Singles
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Test your movie knowledge
Buzz! The Hollywood Quiz is the new game only on PS2. Watch the trailer
5-Star Luxury Vacation
The World's Most Exclusive Resorts Special Rates - Fall In Love Today!

i will tell you that only two of these four ads are applicable to me. do you care to guess which?
everything i write lately is insomnia-related, so that one's a throw away. everyone knows what a movie nerd i am, so there you go. i think that those two greedy kooks are slacking. i think that they, with the full cooperation of their automated spam robots, just tossed those other two tidbits in there because of this disputable fact:
i am female.
be lazier, guys, i mean really. i must want luxury vacations and hard bodies. why don't you throw some ads for bonbons and soap operas in there?

¡qué mala suerte!


I'm not a journalist or anything, plus I'm exhausted, so I'm just going to copy and paste from

Riot police have taken to the streets of several cities in Mexico to ... defend emo kids?
A series of attacks on dyed-hair, eye-makeup-wearing emo kids began in early March when several hundred people went on an emo-beating rampage in Querétaro, a town of 1.5 million about 160 miles north of Mexico City. The next week, shaggy-haired emo kids were harassed again by punks and rockabillys in the capital, prompting police protection and a segment on the TV news. Most recently, a Mexican newspaper reported that metal heads and gangsters have warned Tijuana's emo kids to stay away from the town's fair next month.
But the emo kids are organizing, too. Daniel Hernandez of LA Weekly, who has provided stellar coverage of the whole affair, reports that emo teenagers are banding together. Last week, they marched against the violence, pictured above, and Wednesday some met with police in Mexico City.
While videos of Mexican teenagers with pompadours advancing on equally baby-faced emo rockers seem like scenes from a south-of-the-border version of John Waters' Crybaby, there are ugly undercurrents to the story.
First, by some accounts, the emo subculture is identified with homosexuality in Mexico. As Mexico City youth worker Victor Mendoza told "At the core of this is the homophobic issue. The other arguments are just window dressing for that."
Forum posts show similar sentiments. One person wrote on a government youth-website forum, "detesto a los emosexuales," which translates as "I hate emosexuals." Emosexual is an obvious play on homosexual, especially in Spanish, where the H is silent.
Many of the attacks have been planned, or at least fomented, on violently anti-emo websites like Movimiento Anti Emosexual, which features videos of physical violence sprinkled liberally with anti-gay sentiment.'s Anti Emo Death Squad group has almost 4,000 members.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

medication revelation

"I don't know what kind of girl I am." -Juno


how i am amidst an allergy attack is essentially just an exagerrated version of how i am all the time:
tired, whiny, hot and cold, lazy.
think about it. get back to me.

yo soy enferma


my allergies have been acting up something fierce, but i will be back soon....
maybe i will have something interesting to say?
who knows. i better get better, though, because it's back to work tomorrow!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

color me amazed!

"The person whose mind is always free from attachment, who has subdued the mind and senses,
and who is free from desire, attains the supreme perfection of freedom from Karma through renunciation."
-Bhagavad Gita


yeah, i know, only 7 people ("readers"?) have "participated" in my poll... and yes, that does include me. i am suprised that not a one has said that they don't believe in karma. i think that's weird. i mean, the pool is small, but i find it funny.
what do you think?


p.s. i voted "only when it's convenient."

Friday, March 21, 2008



crooked; lopsided or askew.
"That picture frame is cattywompus."


sometimes, you learn more than one new thing. today i heard this word for the first time. i laughed forever. i did a little dance. you can ask hannah. i have been laughing all day and having a great time. nothing exceptionally exciting, mind you. all i did was work and grab a bite with hannah and now we are watching t.v. i guess this is what it's like to be happy for no specific reason. when everything is "generally good," nothing is "specifically bad."
happiness.... i like it!
another good thing that happened today? i got to answer a pay phone! i know, right? a once in a lifetime opportunity! remember that episode of the adventures of pete and pete where the pay phone was ringing for years and years? that was a good one! that episode is the only reason why i was so excited to answer that pay phone.
it's the little things, kids. i'm telling you.
peace out, for now.

you learn something new every day

today i learned that convicted felons can't vote.
dmx learned that a black man is running for president.


from xxl:

Are you following the presidential race?
Not at all.
You’re not? You know there’s a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there’s Hillary Clinton.
His name is Barack?!
Barack Obama, yeah.
What the fuck is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?
Yeah, his dad is from Kenya.
Barack Obama?
What the fuck?! That ain’t no fuckin’ name, yo. That ain’t that nigga’s name. You can’t be serious. Barack Obama. Get the fuck outta here.
You’re telling me you haven’t heard about him before?
I ain’t really paying much attention.
I mean, it’s pretty big if a Black…
Wow, Barack! The nigga’s name is Barack. Barack? Nigga named Barack Obama. What the fuck, man?! Is he serious? That ain’t his fuckin’ name. Ima tell this nigga when I see him, “Stop that bullshit. Stop that bullshit” [laughs] “That ain’t your fuckin’ name. Your momma ain’t name you no damn Barack."
So you’re not following the race. You can’t vote right?

haha! rofl!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

another spring is there outside my door

"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter/
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here/
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun/
and I say it's all right..."
-The Beatles


just some pretty things to think about on the first day of spring, kids!
have a wonderful day!


"This love of life makes me weak at my knees" - The Kinks

that is how i want to feel ALL OF THE TIME! is that too much to ask? honestly, it probably is. life is a series of events, some good, some bad, some exciting, some dull. all i have wanted these past few months is an ADVENTURE. to me, this meant something "big." this "big" this is something i equated to being fantastic, life-altering.
as corny as it sounds, i realized that my life has been quite an adventure all this time. it has been fantastic. it has been life-altering. i made new friends, met new boys. i grew up, i stayed young, i laughed until i cried and i had so many important conversations that i even found myself talking about what good conversations they were.
basically, for the first time in my life, i realized that it was fine to fall down. to get scratched up, to get back up, to stay down, to laugh, to cry, to learn from it. things have not been perfect, not by any means. but lately i have been content. happy. and even when i'm not happy, i know i will be okay. the things that make you happy don't have to be new to be exciting all the time... you will probably run out of things. relish in the pleasure of all the little things that make you happy (and all the big things, too, of course.)
anyway, i'm just ranting because i can't sleep. don't mind me.

smell ya later,

p.s. i punched hannah in the boob today and continue to laugh at her expense.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008


i didn't smoke a cigarette. not one. not a puff, not a little cheat. no, i didn't quit or anything like that, but i have been trying to cut back. you see, i much prefer to smoke in social situations. it makes the cigarette more enjoyable for me. i work five days a week normally and smoke either with the other smoker on the clock or because i am stressed out or because i simply need an excuse to get out of there for five minutes. on my time off i try to keep busy with friends and family, which culminates in a cigarette... or eight. i went and ran errands yesterday, but i was by myself, but i was supposed to hang out with hannah for the duration of the afternoon and evening. planning ahead, i even went and bought more cigarettes because i knew i didn't have enough. but hannah's mom rained on our parade, so i kicked it with ella yesterday and ella doesn't smoke. don't get me wrong, i craved a cigarette or two yesterday, but the thought of smoking all alone downstairs did not appeal to me at all. so there!

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

thursdays are the new fridays

so come see me april 3rd, this is where i'll be:


if you are 21 or older, you should definitely come out.
check them out here!

addicted to post secret


oh yeah,

here's a picture of the find of a lifetime!
i forgot to show it off in the last owl post:


ten bucks at the alameda point flea market, ho!
the owls all have owls in them, too, if you look closely.

I'm deeply flawed; wanna fuck?

this is what hannah and i decided would be the perfect pickup line for either of us, given our attraction towards... shall we say?... emotionally unavailable men?
what about you guys?
i would like to hear what would be a good cheesy pickup line for someone to get in your pants, or even just what you think of ours. thanks!

Sunday, March 16, 2008


here's the tat homies! finished a year and eight months after i started it. jeez...




already saving for another.

Friday, March 14, 2008


have we met? i like owls. a lot. i thought i would share some of my collection with you.
so here goes,
one of three necklaces,
$o.25 paper weight,
not a good picture,
little family,
vintage cutting board,
mr. salt and mrs. pepper,
i think that's enough for now.

sorry the pictures are so shitty.

wild horses

couldn't drag me away.

i am finally getting my sleeve finished! tomorrow at 4 by jason mcaffee at temple tattoo. i finally decided to stop spending my money on garbage (k, well, spending less money on garbage) and save up for something that's important to me. those are the before shots, and i will post the after shots... y'know... after. wish me luck!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

my loves

who do i love more, christian siriano, the most deserving designer on this season of project runway, or amy poehler?
it is a question as old as time...

(does anyone know why i can't post videos on here? wtf?)

I don't understand this feature...

upon editing my blogger profile for the the first time, i came across the "random question" feature.

like this:

Favorite Music: (blank space for you)
Favorite Books: (black space for you)
Random Question: (you get the picture)
i entered the question that was plaguing me at the time:
can vampires get aids?

then there is a box you can select that gives you the option "Give Me A New Question"
i don't know what that's about, but today i selected it. the internets that be then asked me,
"You get to ride the big roller coaster three times in a row. What will keep your dad from taking a bite out of your candy apple?"
where am i supposed to answer this question, and why? is it supposed to inspire a blog?
well, here goes, then.
if i was even to be eating a candy apple before i rode a rollercoaster three times in a row, i would tell my dad he should not eat my candy apple. i would warm him about the very real dangers of diabetes

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

my turn

here is the aforementioned story of mine:

a few saturdays ago it was quite busy. we normally have four servers but we had three, on a saturday afternoon. so i'm motoring along, doing my thang, and everthing is gravy. i am doing fine because i have this sort of "revolving script" going on so i can just act and not really think. my manager brooke seats me a couple who is blind. again, no problem. she approaches me and asks me if i've ever served them before. i take a peek and say no. she states that they are blind. uhuh. she tells me i might need to answer some questions about the menu, that i should tell them about the specials and suggest specific drinks. k, got it. not my first time around the block, right?

i approach them, they are super sweet, answer a few questions and we are on our way. i give them their drinks. i drop their appetizer, send through their entree, blahblah. the server needs to check on the table within two minutes of them receiving their entree. three of my tables receive their food at the same time. still, no big deal. i have my "revolving script."

first table: "how we doin' over here guys? good?" ("fine, thanks!" move on)

second table: "how're those piadines treatin' ya, ladies?" ("awesome!" move on)

and this is what Brain tells Mouth to say to the

third table (blind couple): "is everything as good as it looks?" yup. cool as a cucumber, sally. really?

good advice

last week i was at the lost weekend with some gals and i ran into an old friend. he and i worked together at a video store when we were in high school. we are playing catch up and it comes up that he and i are both servers at chain restaurants. though i am tempted, i suppose i should refrain from telling you which restaurant out of respect for his employment. anyway, i am telling him my recent horror story (soon to be told) and he counteracts with this bad boy:

you need to start greeting evey table of two or more as "folks."
"hey, folks, how ya doing tonight?"
"what can i get for you folks?"
etc. condition them to hear you saying folks and then BAM! start calling them "fucks."
that's it.
start calling all of your tables fucks. everyone will hear you say fucks but, since you have been saying folks throughout, they will assume you said folks and that they misheard.

good times.

attention, fellow movie nerds...

i mean fans:

my cousin matthew runs a website where he writes these meticulous, detailed movie reviews, if you are interested. he sees... almost every single movie in the world. no really.

please do check it out:

thank you!

who's with me?

gratuitous sex?
BOTH of the coreys reunited and it feels so good?!

this movie so has my $10...
and the money it will take to bribe people to come and see it with me...

Cuz Real Bitches Talk Back

Had enough of real bitches?

Why not just buy a bitch cruiser? They are going for about $2500 on ebay. They are made by some guy in Germany... of course.

My Cross to Bear

i think i am going to start opening with the line "i'm an insomniac" when i meet people.
if this calls for elaboration, i will explain that i take sleep where i can get it and usually "sleep in," at least by my mom's standards. this means don't call or text me at the ass crack of dawn (you know, before 11?)
"sally, why don't you just turn our phone off" you may want to ask me. well, shut up. i have my reasons, man. sometimes i do put my phone on silent or alarm only and sometimes i don't. so suck on that and quit wanting to talk to me that early.

(despite my best effort to sound like a grumpy old lady, i am in a good mood today. i get to hang out with my mom and go shopping!)

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Top 10 Albums of All Time


1. Modest Mouse, The Moon and Antarctica (this is the first album that I ever truly loved, and that really changed me in some way)
2. Devendra Banhart, Rejoicing in the Hands (the first album of his I bought; it's soooo good!)
3. Rolling Stones, Sticky Fingers (does it impress you that I have this LP, with the original album cover designed by Andy Warhol with the functioning zipper?)
4. The Violent Femmes, self-titled (need I say more?)
5. Metric, Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? (her voice is beautiful, and there is a song on here for every mood)
6. Spoon, Kill the Moonlight (this album has a lot of longevity, and it has a lot of memories attached to it for me)
7. The Beatles, Rubber Soul (but it's a toss-up between this and the White Album)
8. Coconut Records, Nighttiming (summer '07 all day every day!)
9. Modest Mouse, Building Nothing Out of Something (because I love them enough to give them two spots)
10. The Beach Boys, Pet Sounds (born and raised)

Oh man, that was hard.


this being my first post, it seemed like the perfect time to introduce myself. my name is sally. in typical sally fashion, here is a list:
i am 23.
i am irish, norwegian and portugeuse.
i have a dog. her name is ella and i decided she is a chihuahua/papillion mix.
i am kind of obsessed with owls, feathers, lists, quotes, amalgomations, polaroids and cheese.
i want to travel the world and see everything and know everything and meet everyone, so i am always watching.
i do things without thinking... a lot. allow me to apologize in advance.
i prefer the european spelling of grey. i think that says a lot about me.
i like movies too much to get into it right now.
i would rather write a letter than send an e-mail.
most likely, i will be writing about the random things that happen to me. there are many.

nice to meet you!