It’s Holly

As you know, every once in a blue moon when I’m completely out of ideas or just plain lazy, Gabe takes over the Friday Four. Here, he’s done it again. All I did was copy and paste, folks.

ok guys..there are some things we just wont do…so much that we would rather take our own prescious lives instead of doing…so this week i present your self the “kill myself or…edition”

1. so this is a nice cubicle…i bet you only took this job because you thought you would advance to that office over there and be recognized for your talents..but that was like 4 years ago. Sit in this cube at this job till death or kill yourself?

2. yeah your boyfriend/girlfriend…i guess s/he is kinda cool but your last one was wayyy hotter and cooler… stay with the partner you and your friends don’t care for, that you had already called a temp thing forever, get married, procreate and die in each other’s arms, never to love another..or ..ya know..kill yourself.

3. man i sure love guacamole..guac on everything..and i mean everything… forever… or kill yourself.

4. ya know what was really fun and enriching? high school!..maybe we should go back to school again, as we are now, for a good 4 more years. high school or death? gentleman keep in mind you no longer can touch any of the hot high school girls, and girls..know that you are a creep..can’t hook up with teachers and that guys are intimidated by you which means they will make fun of you..which you swear doesn’t hurt your feelings..but it does, which is why you listening to morrissey constantly when its not even 1985. come on.

and thus concludes my friday four

*bows*

Thanks Gabe. Answer in the comments, kids. Happy Friday.

Filipinos all over the world are ashamed of me. I’ve lived in my new place going on 3 weeks, and I still don’t have a rice cooker.

::shock, horror, gasp::

Alas, I need a rice cooker. This Cuisinart one is pretty fresh – you can steam fish at the same time.

Gift Idea: Dinner at Zenbu Sushi in La Jolla, which includes (but definitely not limited to) a stuffed pumpkin, a stuffed tomato, the Johnny I roll and the Johnny II roll – which means we have to go on a Friday night because that’s the only time Johnny works. And what’s the point on going to Zenbu if Johnny isn’t there to make the Johnny rolls? Exactly. Oh, and a couple of sake bombs would make the night better.

I know what the people who know me know me are thinking : Holly, you’ll eat at a restaurant who’s logo uses SAND as the typeface?! It might as well be Papyrus or (God forbid) Comic Sans (::gasp!!!::)! Why yes, the sushi is *that* good. Good enough to make me ignore the glaring oversight that is their font.

Hey, ho… let’s go.

Now that we’re officially 2 blocks away from some of our favorite bars in San Diego, getting drunk has never felt so free! Usually, I’m the uptight one that never drinks because I always have to drive so far home, but not anymore, my friends. The last two weekends I’ve been Drunky McSlurspeech, and I’ve definitely had my fill. I’m good, at least until my birthday. Here’s some shots from last weekend.

“Oh, let’s do our camera-ready smiles!”

“Oh hell no, what kind of face was that?”

“Fine, do something else.”

I guess I don’t have to be in every picture. Dangit.