Just a So-Cal Latina who enjoys humor, home decor, and pop culture. Sometimes I will talk about my personal life.

Here’s my college ID not flattering at all. I look like the Maruchan Logo lmao

Found my mans old college ID he looks like plankton when he started a band with spongebob rofl!

Chiquita is a bad kitty….

I hope everyone had a great day today

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okaywork:

[clicks on a person’s url to see how they’re doing after being dragged on their own post]

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standwithpalestine:

(Photos: Ibraheem Abu Mustafa / Reuters, July 25, 2014)

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sorelatable:

THIS TYPE OF ICE IS THE BEST TYPE OF ICE

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manhood:

Nicki Minaj x Sandro Botticelli

manhood:

Nicki Minaj x Sandro Botticelli

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manhood:

Nicki Minaj x Caspar David Friedrich

manhood:

Nicki Minaj x Caspar David Friedrich

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gnarly:

When you’re sitting on the toilet and realize you forgot your phone

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killbenedictcumberbatch:

willowmansdaughter:

Martin & Cracker

what kind of name is martin for a dog

killbenedictcumberbatch:

willowmansdaughter:

Martin & Cracker

what kind of name is martin for a dog

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manhood:

Nicki Minaj x Thomas Couture

manhood:

Nicki Minaj x Thomas Couture

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My New Orleans paranormal story

Lmao
Anyways during my husbands first deployment back in the fall of 11 I was feeling down in the dumps.
I had just quit my job because they weren’t giving me flexibility my schedule changed so much once my man joined the navy (they wouldn’t even give me the day off to bid farewell to my man) anyways I decided to take a vacation to New Orleans. I’ve always wanted to go. So I ask my brother if he wants to go and he’s down. So we book our trip I decided to take my little one too. I booked our hotel in the French quarter at the hotel st. Marie. Beautiful older structure but the rooms were fairly new. It’s on Toulouse real close to everything in the French quarter. So we get there and drop off our stuff and we decided to take a walk. And were starving after our long flight so we settle for one of the tourist trap restaurants on bourbon. Anyway we order, I get the étouffée it’s not the best but whatever I’m tired and hungry. We go back to our room and we go to bed. I start feeling uncomfortable, my stomach begins to cramp up. The étouffée did my ass wrong. So I go to the bathroom and chill there since my stomach cramps are getting progressively worse. I begin to heave and throw up. I’m struggling and I feel horrible. Meanwhile my brother and my little one are dead asleep no one is helping me. I’m slumped over the toilet feeling sorry for myself and all of sudden I hear a soft whisper say “you are going to be fine”. I come out of my food poison stupor for a smooth minute to see if anyone is in the bathroom with me. I walk over to the room and see the boys are totally asleep! I decide to ignore what just happened and continue to throw up. After I emptied my stomach I begin to feel well enough to got to bed. The next morning I tell my brother of what happened and we rationalize that maybe another guest heard me heaving and said that. But I know in my mind it doesn’t make sense because I heard the whisper in the room near me. Anyway New Orleans is amazing and that voice was right because after i threw up that nasty wannabe étouffée I felt fine. I had no further incidents and had a great time. danny-lohner