Giant black bear spotted walking around the suburbs of Los Angeles today. One local man nearly had a miserable run in with the bear while texting.

(Via Boing Boing // KTLA)

miss piggy

miss piggy was a slut.

I don't know if it was the bud cupcakes I ate before this episode, or the fact that this dude is just plain hilarious...but this skit almost made me pee my pants. Fuggin funny!

20. Funny

Being 20 is fucked up. I dig it so far. 

Since my transition from teen life, I've started going to school full time, and landed a job at a local Starbucks. Life is sweet; getting up early and partying all night. The lives of my friends are so intriquately intwinted in my own, and the feeling of belonging in this city comes so effortlessly. Its like I'm finally filling in the pieces to who I am, and who I want to be. Sure, I wouldn't mind partying and living easy in Los Angeles forever, but its nice to know that this is not the end. This is only the beginning. Life is getting confusing, but its well worth the befuddlement. I've become a gym rat, and it seems like the only down time I have is filled helping friends, and helping my dad. The last part has been the most rewarding time waster I can ever remember. I actually feel emotional thinking about what I would do without him. 

I think loving your parents is something that really grows with age. As a young child, you see these people everyday (well some of us do at least). They are just a constant, and someone we don't ever imagine not having. The transition into becoming ourselves, and from pre-teen selfishness and beyond, we somehow manage to ignore these people. We turn them into people that we voice our anger and frustration towards. We don't expect anything but for them to love us anyway, and they do. It's so comforting to me that my mother never once thought a bad thought about me, ever. Even I think bad thoughts about me sometimes. This woman is a saint. Same for my father of course. The path has been rocky, but well rewarding. Now that I'm aging: looking back at being an awkward child, a misfit goofball, a troubled teen, a drunk and a loud mouth etc., I feel happy knowing that my parents are awesome people.

And if they were my age at this exact moment.. they would be together, happy, and in love. And i would be a wee lil baby. 

Meow. 

🐱meoww.

In order to use the litterbox, you must first create the universe. 

This show!

Huntington beach sunset

February 5.

Today was just one of those days where you want to be left alone- if anyone can understand how that goes. Just one of those 'feelin' a lil off' days where you would rather sit in your room alone listening to "Going to California" by Led Zeppelin on repeat, opposed to sitting in a room full of people watching the lamest Super Bowl in years. I don't understand what it is about the Super Bowl that attracts millions of Americans, who, for the most part, only watch one game a year anyway, but NBC and the the NFL sure do a good job at making Super Bowl Sunday a miserable and awkward time for families like mine-Families who can't stand one another, but coupe themselves up in the same room with each other to embrace the competitive spirit and gambling that is Super Bowl Sunday.  My family, who decides to get a divorce the year I move across the United States to live with them, has been pretty f*ckin' excellent, I must say, at making my life vibrant with color. I mean that in the most horrific way. That said, there isn't much one can do in that department when the people around you give up on each other. Time moves on, either way. And, as I finally express myself in peace on this miserable February evening, I begin to realize that I am a complete bitch. Let me explain..

My dad, who I don't particularly have a normal Leave it to Beaver relationship with anyway, has been going through some really hard times since I've been here. He works hard for a family that treats him with little to no respect on a daily basis. It almost goes without saying where the blame for such a harsh change in family chemistry should go. I place the guilt on myself for the constant cynical remarks I so callously construe for my daily, little kicks. He now has a wife that doesn't want to be married, and children that laugh in his face. On top of that the entire family insists on pointing out his wide selection of flaws, and I'm the guiltiest one of them all. It makes me disconsolate and empty to look at myself as anything better than him. Treating my dad like crap will never change the past, and that's something I really need to work at if I want to save my father. I believe that the foundation of my lives testaments will be built on this refashioning of my soul.

My step-mother, who I compare as my Guardian Angel, has now become this unknown object in my life, and it makes me a little fearful of the roads ahead. A women I once turned to as a mentor, a mother, and a friend, has now become someone whom I can't quite bring myself to look directly in the eyes. It's a weird feeling to be unsure what your relationship is through their eyes. I haven't been taking the signs of my parents downfall very well (at least I'm admitting it). This predicament that they have forced upon us all has made living at home incredibly awkward for me, and it's causing me to lose trust in my step mom, and it makes me feel uncomfortable to be around her. Just typing that sentence made me feel like a megabitch. 

My best friend got to see the worst of my selfishness last night. This is the final burden I carry on this day. I put myself and my time above the time of the only friend from this state that has been there with me though every thing. 

i am a douche. 

Hap'tea'ness (Taken with instagram)

Simplicity (Taken with instagram)

#goodmorninggoodnight #VeronicaA.Shoffstall #stumbleupon #inspiringquotes

I let my older sister dye my hair today...didnt go quite as planned but I'm getting used to it!

Sh*t my dad says is awesome. Justin Halpern thanks for making my day once again with this father's day post. I love this. 

This little gem is none other than Yours Truely ridin’ the mechanical bull at Saddle Ranch. You may notice the name ‘Taylor’ being shouted during the duration of this video…hmm, well…long stort short she’s my alias for trashy, embarrassing nights like this. Apparently, I stayed on much longer than the other drunken idiots that tried this! Go Taylor!!