Shorts & Stuff, Volume I

21 05 2012

Shorts & Stuff is a summer lifestyle installation brought to you by me!
These are pretty things I love in my life that you should love too.
To see all the pretty things I love daily,
visit Gallivanting & Grass.

Volume I explores some of my favorite things that have been helping me get pumped up for June & beyond– my latest favorite pair “can’t live without” shorts, light teals & lighter wine, subtle tans & surf readings.

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1. Wildfox Friday Night Shorts

I got these shorts for Coachella & they’ve been impossible to take off since! The color is a perfect light, pastel aqua that goes pristinely with peaches & nudes & tans. Plus, the fringe & the pocket are to die for. I don’t know about you, but I’ve ruined about a zillion tiny men’s Levi’s trying to pull off this same look & at this point, I’m just going to leave it to the professionals.

2. Agent18 Mint Chevron Case

Have you even seen Tumblr in the last year? Everything is zig zagged & mint. So why shouldn’t your phone look just as cute? Agent 18′s cases have been saving my life for almost a year now & I absolute love this one. It matches my whole life & I get a bazillion compliments on it. Not only is it super durable, but the case is still nice & slim so you can fit in your tiny back pockets.

3. Thomas Pynchon’s Inherent Vice

I’m reading this book right now & I love it. It’s about a private investigator stoner-surfer in Gordita Beach (nom de guerre of Pynchon’s actual residence, Manhattan Beach) during the end of the sixties. I’m only about half way through it, but it involves this whole real estate scandal & a bunch of details you can gather from its many detailed summaries from various internet retailers. What I’m here to say is I love it just for the way it’s written. I get high on its obscure & outdated beach slang. I love authors that write like they talk, or rather write from the environment of their characters since I’m pretty positive Pynchon’s other works don’t embody the vernacular of Inherent Vice‘s nearly burnt-out protagonist, Doc Sportello. I also die for Pynchon’s incredible grasp on the art of detail. He spares no adjectives; creating long, looping descriptions that mimic the book’s overall psychedelic & spontaneous nature.

4. Dr. Haushka Lavender Bath

Do you like painkillers? Me too. Do you have them readily available? Me neither. But fear not my friends! We have Dr. Haushka’s Lavender Bath oil. A couple drops of this in a hot tub is like eating half a 660 MG Vicodin, which we can agree is better than no Vicodin at all. And let me just say that before I got this stuff, I was not a “bath person”. In fact, I despised baths & was generally disgusted by the idea of hanging out in my own filth sans jets (because for some reason, jacuzzis on the other hand have always been widely accepted & loved in my life). But Dr. Haushka has changed my life, and for the better. Now I love getting my soak on & listening to music & trying to figure out my summer goals in a cheap notebook.

5. Hawaiian Tropic Island Radiance Tanning Créme

My motto is, summer only ends if you let it. And a very important part of staying summery, is staying even just a little bit tan. Gotta keep that color! This is my absolute favorite self-tanner. It smells awesome & I’ve never had a problem with streaking. The only problem I’m having is finding this stuff. This season my Rite Aid doesn’t have it & I’m beyond pissed.

6. Opala Vinho Verde

This wine is so delicious! It’s super light with just a hint of sparkle, perfect for sunny afternoons spent on blankets in the grass or on your couch with the AC blasting. Either way. I like it all ways actually. You can get it for $8 at Whole Foods.

7. Herschel Pop Quiz Backpack

Guhhh, I don’t have this but I want it so bad so I can tote around all the stuff I have mentioned in this post, plus a bikini & my laptop (you can never be too prepared).

8. White Fence (Tim Presley)

White Fence is capable of quenching any taste you’re thirsty for. With the finest mix of garage, punk & retro influences Tim Presley has put together what is quite possibly one of the best independent bands of our time. I’ve said this probably eight hundred times & I’m sure there are some of you who are like “Get the off this dude’s dick” but here’s the thing, as long as White Fence puts out amazing albums (which they have three of just this year alone), I’m going to be riding the fuck out of them.

9. Stila Silk Shimmer Gloss

Ah! This lip gloss is superb. I’m the kind of person who applies lip gloss every seven to ten minutes so I need something that looks pretty & won’t dry out my lips. This Stila gloss doesn’t lie– it’s mad silky. It makes my lips feel like I could make out forever, which is not really something I have the opportunity to do ever, but I like knowing that under the right set of circumstances, I could fucking kill it.

And then don’t forget…
Iced coffees, patios of all sizes, big floral pillows, cab rides, Apples to Apples, slumber parties, Cruel Intentions, pouring too much tequila & soft white sheets.

What’s been getting you excited for summer?





A Tangent About Being A Snackaholic.

17 05 2012

Everyone I know is always
making these off-hand jokes
like, “Better watch out, Marissa!
You’re going to be an alcoholic!”

It fucking pisses me off because
sure, I drink a lot of wine but
no one is addressing the real problem!

That I may be
a Snackaholic.

Here’s the thing:
I don’t binge drink.
But I binge snack ALL THE TIME.
AND I DEFINITELY DO IT WHEN I’M SAD.
AND YET EVERYONE’S SOOOOO CONCERNED
WITH MY TOTALLY NORMAL WINE CONSUMPTION
WHEN THAT IS JUST LIKE, ME HAVING SO MUCH FUN.

Am I calling out for help? No. Fuck no. I love snacking. You can fuck yourself if you think you can tell me anything about these leftovers or this block of cheese or this trail mix that I don’t know how it ended up in my house. But whatever, fuck that guy. It’s open, it’s in my house, it’s salty. I’m going to eat it.

And that, by the way, is a very serious rule of being my friend. If you are my friend, you are basically agreeing to 87 pages of an Apple agreement you’ll never read that states that I am by law allowed to eat any of your snacks, in either of our respective homes, per the following:

1. I am allowed to eat any snack in your home that is open.
2. I am allowed to open & eat any snack in your home only if I am stoned, drunk or starving because I am not logical enough in those conditions to be polite & as my friend you have to accept that I only make terrible, selfish decisions when I am drunk/stoned/starving. I can’t help it & you love me anyway.
3. I am allowed to open & eat any snack you leave in my home cause you know I love snacks & you shouldn’t leave your snacks in my home if you don’t want them eaten!

The above rules also apply to wine, whiskey, tequila & all colored rums.
Even vermouth or brandy from Christmas on a bad day.
And vodka, any day.

UMMMMM WE’RE FRIENDS, AREN’T WE?!
OKAY THEN, STOP CALLING YOURSELF”AN ENABLER”.
THAT’S A REALLY UGLY WORD FOR “SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME A LOT”.
JUST PLEASE PASS ME THE SPICY CHEEZ-ITZ
& POUR ME A GLASS OF WHATEVER.
Love you too. ♥ ♥ ♥

[Currently Listening 2 Terri O'Mason, "Cupcakes"]






A Tangent About Selling My Soul.

10 05 2012

I’m starting to get a little frustrated.
It really should not be this difficult
to sell my fucking soul.

I bet you thought I wasn’t the type, but I am. My soul is most definitely for sale. It has been for awhile but I guess when the economy crashed, so did the market for souls. I mean, I can barely give this shit away, which is ridiculous considering what good shape my soul is in. My soul is definitely you know, “used”, but still in great condition. I’ve spent a lot of my life working on myself; trying to be calm, caring & conscientious person. I have an OK work ethic & a pretty damn good attitude. I haven’t been worn down by the weight of the world or rubbed raw by being slammed by the dick of life. AND I’ve never broken the law in any ways that would hurt anyone! I’m not trying to scam anyone here! It’s a perfectly good fucking soul, man!

And I’d give it up for a fair price.
Hell, catch me this week or drunk anytime,
& I may even give it to you at a low, low introductory rate.

I’m also willing to talk financing.
Just no layaway cause this shit ain’t K-Mart at Christmas.
If I had to compare my soul selling to anything,
it’d be more like, Nordstrom Rack.
Reasonable prices for high quality goods
that are probably like, two seasons out of fashion.

I’m also cool with bartering.

Things I will accept in exchange for my (1) soul:
• Fame
• Fortune
• Huge fake tits so I can just go get my own fame & fortune since I won’t have a soul anymore to give a fucking shit about being a fucking piece of shit
• That billboard outside my bungalow to just fucking explode so I never have to look at Dwayne Johnson or Owen Wilson or those suckers who drink Bushmills while trying to enjoy a sunny afternoon or get in my fucking shower EVER AGAIN

Anyway, if you know of anyone who’s in the soul business,
make sure to give them the good word
on this super hot, exclusive soul tip I just gave you!





A Tangent About My Interview With KSPC’s Ari Saperstein (alternatively, “A Tangent About How My Dad Was Right”).

3 05 2012

A couple of weeks ago, I was asked to do an interview with KSPC & I was super stoked. KSPC is the radio station for the Claremont Colleges, a bundle of prestigious private establishments in the town directly next to the one I grew up in, so despite definitely NOT attending them as a student, I definitely felt like, this was my shit. Mostly because I spent a good amount of time in Downtown Claremont at Rhino Records, giving eyes to boys over the stacks of vinyl & unsuccessfully trying to get a job.

So, I go to do this interview.
And I go do interviews like I do everything else:
with a bottle of red wine in my purse.

Look, life is like an earthquake.
You should always be prepared.

Anyway, drinking & talking is what I do best.
When I’m not being recorded.

Because apparently, when I’m recorded
I sound like a babbling bitch with a poor vocabulary.

So, here’s to you, Dad.
You were right.
You’ve always been right.

For all those times I was telling you something that really meant a lot to me
& instead of listening & responding with something constructive you’d say,
“You said ‘like’ sixteen times” & I got super pissed,
I’m just going to say I’m sorry, you were right.

If you still want to listen to me ramble about music, writing & my general shit,
you can listen to right here! ON THIS VERY BLOG!


AND you can download it on iTunes,
which you should do so people think I’m fucking important.

On that note, I am publicly announcing
my new campaign to be a better person & speak like an adult.

I’m not promising anything, but I will say I’m going to make a genuine effort to not talk like such an idiot all the time. That shit is embarrassing. Of the key adjectives I would like my name to be associated with, “smart” is the second or third one & this whole “like” every other word business does not bode well for my ideal word associations.

I also want to take this time to give a huge big thanks & virtual hug to the man himself, Ari Saperstein. I’m still so honored that he even wanted to interview me in the first place. I was– and still am!– genuinely impressed with his mad, mad radio skills. I had so much fun & he did such an excellent job making me sound like a coherent & occasionally charming person that he deserves an award from an association with credibility in the matter. LOVE YOU DUDE!





GPOYW: LANA DEL ROSS

30 04 2012





Wildfox House, Coachella Two Thousand & Twelve

25 04 2012

A couple weeks ago, I was fortunate enough to be invited to stay with my best friends Meredith & Kim at the Wildfox House in Palm Springs for Coachella. I almost peed my pants when it turned out to be one of the original Alexander Homes, complete with a butterfly roof line. No one else cared, I’m fine with it. We didn’t see any live music, but we did drink from noon until 5am, partied our little butts off around pools, rolled around in pristine lawns, had the best slumber parties & quoted Seinfeld in quiet moments.

It was one of those weekends
that made me feel like the luckiest girl in the universe.

Despite my personality being on point while drunk,
my manual focus is still getting used to the lifestyle.

Here are some of the pictures that survived.

Palm Springs, April Two Thousand & Twelve
Wildfox House with my best friends

All photos were taken by me on a late seventies’ Canon AE-1. Feel free to share, just please credit. Visit the set on Flickr here.





My Hypothetical Speed Dating Situation (Or, Why I Should Avoid Being Single Ever Again).

25 04 2012

“So, where are you from?”

“So, do you like burritos?”

“So, do you like pizza?”

“So, do you like sweatpants?”

“Do you like Law & Order: SVU? Do you like watching nine hours of it in a row on a perfectly sunny Saturday afternoon?”

“How do you feel about hanging out mostly naked on the couch with me while I image search ‘thermal water’, ‘glacier runoff’ & ‘vintage pool pornography’ for a couple hours?… God no, the porn is not for us, it’s for my personal time. [mumbles] Weirdo…”

“What kind of work do you do? Any editing? I like my sexual partners to proof read my Tweets before I send them.”

“Do you have any pets?… Oh, good, because my dog needs to be the center of your universe. Well, I mean, I’LL need to be the center of your universe– and that still won’t be enough but whatever– anyway, my dog needs to be like, your moon… No, I promise, he makes it really easy because he is so cute & sleeps so much. You just have to walk him for me like eight times a week, no biggie.”

“How traditional are you? I really like my men to open doors & pay for all eight of my rounds. But then like, be cool with me listening to Destiny’s Child’s ‘Independent Women Part One’ every morning before work.”

“Do you have any substance abuse problems? Because I can’t date someone who is too much like me, you know?”

“How do you feel about like, medium to possibly, POSSIBLY, Sambal Oelek hot erotic asphyxiation? I just really need someone who will choke me out & lovingly tell me I’m a dumb whore if I do something like, scratch off one of your moles… I know, I’m being really specific here but hey, we only have five minutes to find true love, guy.”

“Do you like what I’m wearing?… No, I’m not going to the fucking beach after this, ugh, I can’t date anyone who won’t let me spend 95% of my time with my ass hanging out of my shorts. Sorry. Like, that’s just a life decision I made a long time ago & I refuse to change for anyone… Anyone meaning everyone except like heterosexual George Clooney, or perhaps James Franco’s little brother. Maybe Drake. IDK I feel like his suits would make me want to class it up… Whatever, you’re not Drake so those circumstances don’t apply to you, now do they? As far as you’re concerned, I’m going to be wearing this crop top & these bright red coochie cutters until I die.”

“I’M NOT A SLUT! I HAVE CUT-OFFS & OPINIONS!”

“UH YEAH, BEING CALLED A DUMB WHORE IN BED IS DIFFERENT THAN BEING CALLED A SLUT AT SPEED DATING, IT’S ALL ABOUT INFLECTION!”

“WHATEVER! I DIDN’T LIKE YOU ANYWAY, SHIA LABARF!”








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