MOOD: FRUSTRATED.

I despise waking up from having a bad dream. Not a nightmare about a chupacabra ['chasing me and trying to split open my head to eat my brain'] type of dream. It's the dreams that I don't want to have that is just unpleasant. Let me break for a bit cause I'm still annoyed by the whole thing.

THINGS I NEED TO DO:

- register suv
- get oil change
- pay for cingular
- burn pics for friends
- pay for macy's card
- best buy slr
- work out
- do laundry
- make dentist appointment
- go to eye doctor
- check Bold features
- possibly have Tachi
- wait for ppl to grow up

Check my style out. A couple purchases made during a retail therapy session. The infamous Supra Skytops are going to be a staple in my wardrobe now. I'm ready for the holidays!



AHHHHH!!

I'm still wound up from it. It's a combination of waking up from not only a bad dream but waking up and it's a dark day out. Is anyone else's mood affected by weather. I feel lackadaisical when it rains. I need a change-up. There is nilaga in the kitchen and I think that will do the trick.

Here's a three course to whet your appetite.



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Some dishes we did while in culinary school.




Good day fellas!

-Cinista.

ROASTED MISS PIGGY.

People do not want to know the process when it comes to food. They just want to eat it. There is a painstaking process though. We put alot of care into our work.




The finished product. Look @ that sexy thing!


-Cinista.

ASSORTED CANAPES.

-Cinista.

CYNICAL.

I grew up in Los Angeles the majority of my life. In that time, I had a blast doing what it was we did in Cali. What I kinda regret is not exploring it in a different way. I was immersed in the nightlife and that was really the only time we went out. We were a bunch of vampires. We slept all day and the times we saw the sun was when we left the afterhours clubs. I didn't get to walk around Hollywood and look for my favorite walk of fame actors/actresses or look at footprints/handprints in the Chinese theater. At the time, I thought those activities were lame. I don't feel that way anymore! I now find myself wanting to do those outdoor[during the day] activities.

The next chapters of my life is here in Las Vegas. The time spent is much different from Los Angeles. I still sleep all day[lol] but I make time to do those touristy things I didn't use to do. I haven't found those daytime activities yet but I am looking. So far, all I found is dust and sand.


What is on schedule is the dining with friends @ random places. I feel like I've indulged too much but if you see the type of dining here; you would def understand.


They say that you eat with your eyes first. If the food doesn't look good, the dining experience won't be as enjoyable. I tend to choose the dish that sound the most appealing on the menu. When it got to my table, it did not disappoint.


You can't go wrong with flan. This was not the best I've tasted but still good. The best flan to date is from J.Lo's restaurant in Pasadena[Madre's]. Google it. Their tres leches is a must!


Dining then drinks... always clockwork. Thumbs up to free stuff.
And NO... white wine is NOT ghey. Riesling. Ask about it.


My vision by the end of the night.
In a haze... haze... haze.


And my friends always end up like this.



Late night bad habits.


Messy.



Good night.




::EXTRAS::






This is my early photography. It is mad nostalgic.

ShayBoogie was a helluva model. ( . )( . )
I want to post other photos here but none would be appropriate even for this blog. LOL. What's even funnier is that we shot all this in our Blue Cross offices during work hours. We would find a cubicle area that was empty and just start shooting. The theme of it was office naughty. HAHAHA. What a tomkat. Those were wild and crazy times. From what I can remember, there were alot of hot girls that worked for BC.





Mexican chicks love wearing those white jeans. LMAO.



-Cinista.

ROFLOL.

-Cinista.

SHE'S ON A KAISER.

I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday so I can’t fucking eat anything but Jello and milkshakes and applesauce. It’s making me want to die. My face is killing me, I look like a fucking chipmunk and the Vicodin isn’t strong enough to knock me out. I slept TWO HOURS last night.

I just went to the kitchen to make myself a milkshake. Except the ice cream is gone. And so are the strawberries and the bananas. ALL OF IT. Gone. So I scream at my brother for eating it all and the motherfucker actually says, “The food in this house has no ownership.” The food that I bought for MY surgery because I CANNOT EAT ANYTHING ELSE. He has free reign over the fucking fridge, he can eat a sandwich, chicken, chips, ANYTHING. But he decides to eat the ONE thing I can eat?!?!?! WTF?!?!

So I tell him he has to go get me more since he finished it all and he says to tell my mom to go get me more, as if she has anything to do with it? I mean it’s one fucking thing to have SOME of the ice cream and SOME of the strawberries, I don’t mind sharing, but when you know that you’re sister obviously bought it for herself and when you know that there isn’t much else in the fridge that she can eat, you DO NOT finish it. And if you do, you go get more!!! Or you at least apologize and admit maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do. Jesus Christ, I would never do this to him.

What a fucking selfish asshole.

She is frangry.

www.frangry.com

-Cinista.

HAHA PREACH!

I’m going to get a lot of hate mail for this one but I don’t give a fuck.

Here’s the deal: I hate animals. Well, not all animals, I guess just pets–animals that live in a house along with human beings. It is just so fucking gross. Think about it.

Every time I walk into someone’s house and they have a pet, I sort of like it at first and I pet it a little and it’s cute for like a fucking minute. But then I find myself staring at the creature, watching what it does. How it scratches itself and licks itself in its private areas. And then it sits on your couch and rubs its butt hole and balls and coochie ALL OVER YOUR FURNITURE. That butt hole that didn’t get wiped, that butt hole that still has doodoo particles on it. Those balls that still have some pee on them. EW. Then you go and sit on that couch and it gets on you. Or your cat cleans its vag and then comes over and licks your hand. WTF.

Then if your pet sits on your lap or the couch, and lies on its back, its balls hang out for the whole world to see, right there, in front of your face! Or when a dog has a boner and it’s just there, for everyone’s viewing pleasure. DUDE! I DO NOT want to see that shit.

There is a reason we wear underwear and wipe, it’s fucking disgusting otherwise!!!!

I actually go a step further and wash everytime.

www.frangry.com

-Cinista.

SHE'S EFFEN HILARIOUS.

I never realized how much I cannot stand dudes until recently. It’s like all they fucking think about is cumming. It’s the only thing that matters to them. I suppose that’s fine, I mean we all agree it’s pretty rad to cum, but dudes are just so fucking nasty about it. You never see chicks walking down the street staring at dudes with ‘I want to fuck the shit out of you’ faces. It’s one thing to want someone, that’s cool, but fuck man, KEEP THAT NASTY ASS CUM FACE TO YOURSELF.

The other day I was walking on the beach and I saw these dudes walking towards me. A group of girls had just walked passed them and, of course, the guys gave the chicks these dirty faces and started saying who knows what nasty shit to them. The girls just ignored them and kept walking. And I KNEW they were going to do the same thing to me. So as our paths crossed, I gave them a mean stare and, since they are predictable fucking men, they started saying some dirty shit. I couldn’t really hear them, thank god, but I knew it was gross and I knew it was rude and I knew it was fucking disgusting. So I turned around and started screaming at them to shut the fuck up and of course if just got them more riled up. I spotted a huge rock on the floor, about the size of a baseball, and I picked it up and threw it in their direction. It hit the uglier one on the back of his head and he fell to the floor. The other pussy ass dude just ran and left his friend there. I hope that asshole is brain damaged now. Fucking perverts.

www.frangry.com

ELECTION.

-Cinista.

SMITTEN.

I was checking my email this morning and I got this special message.

Attached.

I know you've been sad lately. I hope this makes you smile.

-Anonymous

First off. I'm doing just fine and thank you for your concern. And yes this does make me smile. You made my weekend. Only my girlfriends call me "Jonathan" but I'll let it go this time. LOL.


Big thanks to my anonymous sender. I don't know how you found my given name but pictures like these are always welcome. *winks

-Cinista.

JANE FONDA.

-Cinista.

NOM NOM.

-Cinista.