1. RVCA- 919 sunset drive, costa mesa, ca

2. obey- 3500 west carriage drive, santa ana, ca

3. vestal- 730 west 16th street, costa mesa, ca

and more (paul frank, atwater etc.) so if you have lots of loved ones in need of gifts, it’s wise to make a list and get cracking. or if you’re like me, bake everyone some goddamn cookies and go shopping for yourself.

see…SAVING.

on another note:

my dog is a genius. she g-chatted with michelle today. some might say it’s crazy! to let a dog type. but i say it’s freedom of expression. i mean there are things i’m certain my dog’s dying to express. and though we migh not comprehend the vocabulary my dog is typing, it’s likely to be understood SOMEWHERE in the universe. it’s just my job as the owner to let it out.

” The goodbyes were emotional as the neighbor whom we’ve used the house of to eat lunch started to cry as we took farewell pictures. Our family was sad to see us leave but I think they are overjoyed with the prospect of their new house being nearly completed. While I cried my goodbyes and walked down the dirt road, I came upon the nighbor’s house again. The woman was sitting in her kitchen crying alone. She had left the big goodbye scene for fear she would break out in sobs. Indeed, when I went to hug her goodbye, the waterworks came. Naturally, mine followed. For two weeks, everytime I got homesick I would go sit on this woman’s porch for a little while and watch her black puppy play with her kids. This chubby little dog named “beep beep” brought me a lot of comfort when the sun and humidity and mosquitoes challenged my physical strength. And this woman’s amazing bright smile and spirit brought me comfort when the magnitude of this experience challenged my mental strength. Halfway around the world, I found a dog-lover like me, whose hospitality and kindness is matched only by the width of her smile. And without ever exchanging a word, we’ve formed an odd bond.

As we stood and cried, she told Annie that life is quiet in a small town and how happy and eventful we’ve made the neighborhood. And now to leave after two weeks would make her really miss us. We told her that we would always try to keep in touch with her. She wanted us to come back again and told us that whenever we do, it is most likely she would still be living there.

And so it is, that the memories of this build, of these families, of my teammates become another stitch in the fabric of my life and my being, never to separate from who I am. And that is more than anything I can ask for.”

his name is Monkey. and while his mom is finding love in Scotland, Monkey is the newest addition to my Chihuahua collection.

he’s missing teeth from one side of his mouth, so his tongue sticks out on one side. Kiraa’s left ear recently developed a hematoma and is drooping. so between one drooped ear and one-sided tongues, i would have to say my apartment resembles circque du funny-looking dogs.

nothing like a tiny-dog mafia to brighten the day.

my mom always joked around that my dog thinks she’s human. it’s true that kiraa insists on sleeping on couches and beds, eating warmed food and believes that food comes from the fridge (not by hunting) she also always insists on going into the designer stores when i take her shopping and she hates t-shirts that aren’t made of natural fibers (i know you guys think i’m kidding, but the only shirt she’s ever ripped and chewed on was a little polyester blend hawaiian dress i bought her!)

but i never believed it! i mean, how could she not know she’s a dog? she’s like 8 inches tall! and she licks her butt!

but i took her to the dog park this week and she refused to socialize with other dogs. in fact, she look rather annoyed at the other canines. she keep getting this chiuhahua grimace on her face and trot away to a corner anytime someone tried to sniff her butt. she didn’t seem scared! just frickin’ annoyed. she then proceeded to leap into the laps of people who were sitting on the dog park bench and just letting them pet her! like a spoiled brat! it was then that my friend michelle (who’s dog gracie seemed to be in doggy heaven, leaping and running and “bro-ing out” with the other dogs) turned to me and pointed out that my dog was pretty much ME. “ugh, it’s so hard walking amongst the commoners.” and let’s be real, that’s my inner monologue every time i WORK. “ugh, it’s hard being amongst the mentally challenged.”

so i suppose, the moral of THIS post is that dogs are like their owners, and owners are like their dogs. and we’ll be happy together, as long as you don’t make us wear man-made materials.