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Foodies, ASSEMBLE!

Hey ponies! I’m a hella late with this, buuuut as I promised I’m back with a post about some of the decadent treats I was able to devour while I was at Disneyland. 😀

Better late than never, right?

But first I just wanted to say thank you to Kelsey, Cara, and Celina for sharing their awful break-up tales in the über personal post I put up earlier this month, and for being so kind and supportive. And also to Kristin for offering words of encouragement too! I was wary of what would happen after I clicked “publish” on that post, but I’m feeling the love. And while I’m very sorry that some of you were able to relate to it, it feels good to know that I’m not alone. Thank you, ladies!

Okay, let’s talk about food now…

Avengers inspired om noms were added to Red Rockett’s Pizza Port last month which include a Black Widow parfait, Mach V red velvet waffle, and a Captain America cookie. As much as I love Cap, his cookie looked kind of lame — it’s just a regular round sugar cookie with his shield on it — but we tried the other two treats while we were there for the 24 Hour event. Lemme tell you, that Mach V red velvet waffle is the most epic looking thing I have ever consumed. It has gold glitter on it for f*ck’s sake with cream cheese frost oozing from every edible orifice. It definitely tasted more cake-ish, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Unless you have a huge appetite, I’d suggest sharing it with someone because it’s HUGE!

[photo taken from my sister’s Instagram 🙂]

The Black Widow parfait is filled with layers upon layers of chocolate cake, chocolate syrup, strawberry filling, white and chocolate mousse, and has little crunchy chocolates sprinkled on top and a white chocolate Black Widow logo. SO MUCH. CHOCOLATE. If we can’t have tons of Black Widow merch (get with it, yo!), at least there’s a dessert that was created in her honor! And it’s tasty to boot. 😀

Hopefully Disneyland will add Hulk, Hawkeye, and Thor om noms to their menu too. They could totally have a green slushy for Hulk, or even a salad if they want to take the healthy route. Or a pizza with broccoli and spinach? Don’t say eww, I’d totally eat it!


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Wear Your Voice Mag


Happy Monday, my little ponies!

I’m all kinds of excited to share with you that an article I wrote for a really amazing online publication called Wear Your Voice Mag just got published today! It’s about supposed fashion faux pas women over 30 shouldn’t wear anymore, but the tone of the article pretty much says “fuck that, I do what I want.” I’m hoping to make it a regular series as I focus on different faux pas. For this one I wrote about graphic t-shirts.

You can check it out here.


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Le Fancy Geek Boutique Shop Update



Hey ponies!

With season 5 of Game of Thrones coming to an end last Sunday, I added a few new Game of Thrones necklaces to Le Fancy Geek Boutique! Now you can wear one of your faves close to your heart (like Robb and Oberyn… R.I.P. my handsome babies) at all times. ♡

The Jon Snow necklace was also re-listed.

And until June 22, you can save 15% off your order! Just use code DAMMITOLLY during checkout.




Trigger Warning

WARNING: This post isn’t my usual that’s laced with sparkles and sunshine . It’s pretty sad. It’s raw, it’s emotional, but I wanted to share it because I like letting my readers know I’m human and there’s more to me than clothes, Disneyland, and geeky things.

There are two things that happened yesterday.

  1. I started reading Neil Gaiman’s collection of short stories titled Trigger Warning.
  2. I watched When Harry Met Sally for the very first time.

When Harry Met Sally is a movie I had been avoiding like the plague. When my very first boyfriend broke up with me he kept saying, “Remember. When Harry Met Sally. That’ll be us.” He wanted us to be like the titular characters of a movie I had never seen, so I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I was 21 when this happened. Seven years later, another boy would quote Harold & Maude as we broke up by telling me to “love some more” or something like that. Do all guys make movie references when they breakup with someone, or is it just me specifically?

To the next guy I date, I swear to the old gods and the new, if you quote a film or any other piece of pop culture while you break up with me (you’re an imbecile if you do such a thing by the way because I’m fantastic), I will jab you in the throat so hard that your Adam’s Apple will cease to exist. You have been warned.

But I digress.

I was somewhat familiar with the film, but I was hazy on the details of its premise. I told my late friend Jim about it and he said that my ex wanting us to be like Harry and Sally was complete bullshit, and incredibly horrible. He explained how the movie is about a guy and girl who are perfect for each other, but remain best friends and watch each other fall in and out of love with other people only to ultimately and predictably fall in love with each other in the end – 12 years after the fact (12 years, 3 months as they said in the movie). He said if you want to be with someone now, be with them now, obstacles be damned. Do not wait 12 years (and 3 months) to do so.

I didn’t care that When Harry Met Sally was hailed as a classic or one of the best romantic comedies of all time, or that I had friends who loved it and recommended it highly, or that it had Meg Ryan in it, who is always at her absolute best in romantic comedies (right?!). The film had been plagued by a stupid ginger that broke my heart and I wanted to have nothing to do with it.

Fast forward 8 years later, my friend Caitlin picked up a used copy of When Harry Met Sally during a random visit to Rasputin. She told, or rather re-introduced, me about how it’s such a beautiful film and what it’s about – a man and a woman who meet and hate each other at first, but ultimately become best friends and later on fall in love — and I still wasn’t intrigued. Not because of the asshole ginger who broke my heart 8 years prior, but because of a different asshole who ripped it out and crushed it to dust a year ago.

In the introduction of Gaiman’s Trigger Warning, he writes:

 And what we learn about ourselves in those moments, where the trigger has been squeezed, is this: the past is not dead. There are things that wait for us, patiently, in the dark corridors of our lives. We think we have moved on, put them out of mind, left them to desiccate and shrivel and blow away; but we are wrong. They have been waiting there in the darkness, working out, practicing their most vicious blows, their sharp hard thoughtless punches into the gut, killing time until we came back that way.

The vehement feelings I have towards my former love haven’t been as intense as they were a year ago. In fact, they’ve been fading away with every passing day. There are finally moments in my day where he fails to cross my mind. I have no interest in hating him the way I did before, because to hate means that you still care, and I wish to not feel anything for him at all anymore. I don’t yearn for him, I don’t mourn over what we once had, I’ve accepted the fact that he and I will probably never be able to be friends again, and I certainly haven’t shed a tear over him in months.

Or at least I hadn’t until yesterday, after watching When Harry Met Sally.

After Caitlin first bought the DVD, she told me I probably shouldn’t watch it because it would make me sad. Especially since it was around the holidays, which was the time he and I had broken up. But as time soldiered on, I did too. I felt myself become emotionally stronger and regain comfort in my status of being single once more. I was feeling better about myself in general, so when the movie was brought up again in conversation recently I said I was ready to watch it. I was in a good place. What harm could this film do?

I was completely fine watching the parts with the adorable elderly couples telling the tales of how they had first met each other and how they’ve been married for some odd years since. I was completely fine even during parts of the movie where Harry and Sally were just off wandering around museums, having lunch, singing karaoke in public – things that my ex and I did when we were still just best friends and also when we dated… sans the karaoke part. But he was the only person I ever felt comfortable singing in front of. Again, I digress.

The part when Sally calls Harry after she finds out her ex boyfriend Joe was getting married to someone he hadn’t even been with for a very long time, that’s when I felt my chest cave in. I watched Harry rush over to her apartment and comfort her as she asks why didn’t Joe want her? Why didn’t he want to marry her when they were still together? She said multiple times throughout the movie that she was over him, but this new woman was supposed to be a transitional thing, not the one. And Harry embraced Sally, enveloped her in his arms good and tight like a best friend should. That’s where I lost it. Behemoth tears of acid flooded down my cheeks and left them burning. I felt my face contort into what we call an “ugly cry” as ugly sobs emitted past my lips.

I missed that. I missed what I was seeing on screen. I missed having my best friend, the one who’d go on adventures with me, and sing songs with me, and be my shoulder to cry on and reassure me that I’m a good person and that anyone who couldn’t see that was an idiot. I had that before, but it’s gone and I don’t think I will ever find that level of intimacy with another man (because trust issues).

My tears were sad and angry. They were sad because they made me miss my ex and not just the romantic love that we once had, but the strong bond we had as friends. And they were angry because Joe found love so fast, just like my ex. He started seeing someone barely a month after we broke up. Never have I ever felt like complete waste to someone. It’s like I didn’t even matter. I understood the reasons of why we were breaking up, but it still took time for it all to sink in and fully understand why. For him to start something new so soon after we broke up was not just a complete metaphorical slap to my face, but my entire being. The day after I learned that bit of information was when everything started to make sense, and when any love I had left for him quickly turned to hate.

The past is very much alive. Even when you stop thinking about it, it will always be there. I knew what I was getting into when I put When Harry Met Sally into the DVD player and hit play. I was aware of the plot, the reason I had to never wanting to watch it in the first place, and that the possibility of it making me sad was there. I had been warned. I had been warned multiple times. But I pulled the trigger (or the play button on the remote), and discovered what Neil said was true. The past is not dead. It’s always there, waiting.


PS: I’ll be back with a lighter post about Iron Man waffles, I promise.

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Jingles All the Way

Hey my little ponies! I’m back with a bit more of my trip to Disneyland.

A trip to Disney isn’t complete without seeing my favorite equine, Jingles. And I finally got to take a side-by-side picture with my tattoo of her (pictured below)! I had it done last year by Jen Lee at Tattoo City in San Francisco. She did such a great job capturing all the details, didn’t she?

I remember when Disneyland celebrated its 50th anniversary, Jingles was gold from head to hoof! Many of the rides had at least one gold vessel, so I was a little surprised to see that Disney didn’t encrust diamonds on any of the rides in similar fashion to what they did for their 50th. Oh well! Sleeping Beauty Castle itself provides enough sparkle as is, so I guess it’s okay that none of the other attractions throughout the park got a fancy updo. 😀

For the 24 hour event, I knew that comfort would obviously be key. I wasn’t sure how long we’d last for the event beforehand, but I knew I would be freezing while we waited in line to get into the park. Unfortunately for me, freezing meant that pants would be the practical choice over my usual dress or skirt. You all know how I feel about pants… I HATE ‘EM! When I went to school in San Francisco I constantly wore dresses even though it was always super chilly, but the cold never bothered me anyway (ha!) so I didn’t really care. But I knew I was going to be sleeping on the ground outside. A dress/skirt would’ve been all kinds of impractical!

It feels slightly really silly how stressed out I got over figuring out what to wear. My sister said, “I don’t care what I look like, I’m just trying to be comfortable.” And I’m thinking, “But I’m a fashion blogger, I feel like I need to look cute AND be comfortable!” UGH. So I settled on a floral skirt (because I thought it’d be hot in the afternoon but I was wrong), denim vest, a light knit pullover, and the comfiest sneakers in all the land. Seriously, these black Vans I got a few days before I left for Anaheim are probably the comfiest shoes I’ve ever worn to the park. Sure, my feet ached for a bit, but I never had to do what I call my horse-foot-stomp t0 make my feet feel better. And most importantly: NO BLISTERS! Bless you, Vans. BLESS. YOU.

I’ll be back soon with more Disney! And next time it’ll be all about food. SPOILER ALERT: An Iron Man waffle will be involved. 😀



pullover: Merona // vest: Mossimo (buy here)
skirt: Gap // belt: A|X //
shoes: Vans (buy here) // 
glasses: Firmoo (similar here)
necklace: Le Fancy Geek Boutique (buy here)

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Staying Up All Night Makes Me Grumpy

When I found out that Disneyland was going to have another 24-hour event I thought I MUST GO! I missed out on their past ones, and even though my sister told me it’s extremely exhausting (she went to the very first one) I still wanted to go. Disneyland for an ENTIRE day? Yaaaasss pleeeeaaasse!

I thought I would be okay because I figured I could always take a power nap on the train that goes around Disneyland (which I have totally done before), but I soon found that I was way in over my head. We (my sister, her boyfriend, and myself) went to the park around 10:30-11 on Thursday night to guarantee that we’d get into the park when it opened at 6am on Friday morning and that we’d also get whatever commemorative gift they were giving out to the first 2,000 people in line (spoiler alert: they were Mickey ears). There were soooo many people lined up already! People even had tents set up, which I found totally bizarre and practical at the same time. I managed to get a little bit of sleep while we waited out in the esplanade. I’m not entirely sure how much time, but I definitely know it wasn’t enough.

This picture really doesn’t show how ridiculous the line was.

We got into Disneyland around 4:30ish-5, and our main objective was to get a locker. I’m dumb and just brought my purse and a tote bag with an extra change of clothes because I didn’t want to wear pants all day long (blegh!), so once I was actually inside Disneyland I made a beeline for the lockers. As I was walking I noticed that a line had already started and the end of it was all the way by end of the right side of Main Street. I assumed it was for Starbucks. It ended up being for the locker area. :/

Sooo… if you ever decide to do one of these things, bring a backpack because HOLY F*CKING SH!T.

Standing in the crowd in the middle of Main Street, I thought What fresh hell did I get myself into? 

I love Disneyland almost more than anything, you all know this. But this was crazy! I was okay for a while since we managed to hit Indiana Jones, get fast passes for The Haunted Mansion (which we didn’t even get to go on), and eat breakfast all within an hour (I have never been in a line so long to get food), and was pretty much pumped because I was at Disneyland! I even saw that Thumper was still at the Springtime Round Up while we were on the train. But once we got there he was nowhere to be found! I looked at all the characters — Roger Rabbit, Rabbit from Winnie the Pooh, and Pluto with bunny ears — and exclaimed “it’s the same as last time!” and proceeded to stomp my foot on the floor and throw my head back in frustration. What woman in their late 20s does that?!

A sleep deprived one that suffers from Peter Pan syndrome…  that’s what kind of woman.

Around 4:30 sleep deprivation took us as her prisoner and by 6 (because we needed funnel cake) we were heading back to the hotel. So we obviously didn’t make it all the way through, which was a bummer because a lot of the things we wanted to do happened to be at night, but even though I was exhausted and cantankerous I’m still glad I went!

I’ll be back with more of my Disneyland adventure this week. Stay tuned!