What I’d be wearing tonight if, you know, I was actually going anywhere. #dresses #jewelry #gold #bling #shinythings #selfimposedexile #christmas

I promised (threatened) @randieyermann that I would take a picture of myself with all of the white elephant gifts I was lucky enough to win from her: a clip on (feathered!) Santa hat, beard trimming scissors (already lost the matching comb), and a star spangled athletic bra that is made for either a 12 year old or a giraffe. Happy holidays, motherfuckers! @randieyermann @randieyermann @randieyermann πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸŽ…πŸŽ„πŸ‘ŒπŸ’‹β€ #christmas #hoshit #redhead #onepersonparty

That is a musical fountain surrounding a naked gold man with a 50 foot tree in the background. Holy shit. #christmas

I’m posting a lot of tree pictures. Because whoever wrapped these trees in lights is a goddamn professional and I salute their work. #christmas

Right when I took this picture, a baby toddled up to Stefan and I and grabbed both of our legs for support. It was so adorable I almost passed out. I love you, tiny baby! β€πŸ‘ΆπŸŽ… #christmas #babystories

There go the guys in the band. Oh man oh man! I got so excited when I saw them. #christmas

Sparkly! #christmas

Glowy #christmas

Toot toot! #christmas #trolley

Solid gold, brutha! #christmas #ornaments #christmastree

Our whole building smells like delicious pine and happiness, instead of its usual apathy and bum-pee. #home #dtla #christmas

Minis look like clown cars until you put a 6 foot free on it. Then the tree looks like the clown. #dtla #christmas #minicooper

I left my busted ass old digicam with my friend Jessica for seriously a year. I got it back last week, and the old pictures are making me “have moments”.
This is the glory of Ballcrackers, aka the time Pelinda, Nkoyo, Sofie, Randi and our respective manfriends went to the LA Ballet’s version of the Nutcracker at UCLA’s Royce Hall. For the record, it was raining like a MOFO, my Dolce Vita shoes almost killed me several times (no joke-fuck that brand), and the ballet was weak. No orchestra? Are you fucking with me?
Regardless, I thought everyone looked quite lovely, and it was pretty sweet watching the dudes dance in the rain. I left my busted ass old digicam with my friend Jessica for seriously a year. I got it back last week, and the old pictures are making me “have moments”.
This is the glory of Ballcrackers, aka the time Pelinda, Nkoyo, Sofie, Randi and our respective manfriends went to the LA Ballet’s version of the Nutcracker at UCLA’s Royce Hall. For the record, it was raining like a MOFO, my Dolce Vita shoes almost killed me several times (no joke-fuck that brand), and the ballet was weak. No orchestra? Are you fucking with me?
Regardless, I thought everyone looked quite lovely, and it was pretty sweet watching the dudes dance in the rain. I left my busted ass old digicam with my friend Jessica for seriously a year. I got it back last week, and the old pictures are making me “have moments”.
This is the glory of Ballcrackers, aka the time Pelinda, Nkoyo, Sofie, Randi and our respective manfriends went to the LA Ballet’s version of the Nutcracker at UCLA’s Royce Hall. For the record, it was raining like a MOFO, my Dolce Vita shoes almost killed me several times (no joke-fuck that brand), and the ballet was weak. No orchestra? Are you fucking with me?
Regardless, I thought everyone looked quite lovely, and it was pretty sweet watching the dudes dance in the rain. I left my busted ass old digicam with my friend Jessica for seriously a year. I got it back last week, and the old pictures are making me “have moments”.
This is the glory of Ballcrackers, aka the time Pelinda, Nkoyo, Sofie, Randi and our respective manfriends went to the LA Ballet’s version of the Nutcracker at UCLA’s Royce Hall. For the record, it was raining like a MOFO, my Dolce Vita shoes almost killed me several times (no joke-fuck that brand), and the ballet was weak. No orchestra? Are you fucking with me?
Regardless, I thought everyone looked quite lovely, and it was pretty sweet watching the dudes dance in the rain.

I left my busted ass old digicam with my friend Jessica for seriously a year. I got it back last week, and the old pictures are making me “have moments”.

This is the glory of Ballcrackers, aka the time Pelinda, Nkoyo, Sofie, Randi and our respective manfriends went to the LA Ballet’s version of the Nutcracker at UCLA’s Royce Hall. For the record, it was raining like a MOFO, my Dolce Vita shoes almost killed me several times (no joke-fuck that brand), and the ballet was weak. No orchestra? Are you fucking with me?

Regardless, I thought everyone looked quite lovely, and it was pretty sweet watching the dudes dance in the rain.