Tara

Trying to help out too many people at once has been biting me in the ass lately. Really quite frustrated. Time to focus on myself, for once?

Again, man at punk show. Left to my own devices. Just asked if LA won the Super Bowl. I am so embarrassing. YAY SPORTS

9 am work meeting + the man at a punk show = alien documentaries in bed. ✌️ bye

Ain't nobody care about the Grammys except white people and Kanye West.

Ezackly. You do the math.

Play Steel Panther loud enough and I somehow can't find my underwear. Coincidence? #no

When you're on a date with a dude from Tinder, and you're replying to messages from other dudes on Tinder. A hint it's not going well.

Ahhhh the day I get my pillow-top mattress cover back from the dry cleaners is always the best day. Comfiest kitten right now.

Apparently these rage blackouts make me wicked productive. Just hyper-cleaned and organized my entire room.

It's Tuesday night, so naturally I'm dancing around my room listening to Steel Panther in my underwear before I go to the bar. Party.

Well, life's a bitch, and then you marry one. All's you know now is you're going into the bar tonight to get just fuckin' interplanetary.

Fuck. Of course the guy I want to be with lives on the other side of the country. Fuck again.

Phone calls across the country; great, but they almost make me hurt more.

Really missing you.

Working with the twins at The Happy Hooker tomorrow night. That couldn't have sounded dirtier if I tried.

"He lived with his mother til he was 40. She tried to poison his oatmeal." "ERRONEOUS. ERRONEOUS ON BOTH COUNTS."

So refreshing being back in BC. Don't really want to leave. This post coming from a mild case of insomnia. What else is new?

Eric Christian Olsen you're a babe.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.