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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

if all else fails:

you know those parts of town you pass through on the way to somewhere else? when you look out the window and say 'Jesus Christ! who lives here'? well, maybe one day, YOU will.

if all else fails and your life starts to derail; your dreams are shattered; love life is on the rocks- you can ALWAYS pack up and run away to some tucked away no mans land like reseda or something!

get a job at Starbucks (they have a health plan!) and start fucking all the dude employees you work with! start having an affair with the 18 year old boy who lives in the apartment next door and teach him what it means to be a man who can provide a woman with something that will ACTUALLY makes her HAPPY: A BACK RUN AND AN ORGASM! i DON'T recommend doing this 'till you're like 40 or something. but, it's important to be aware of ALL your life's options.

when you get fired from Starbucks and are running from the cops because the neighbor boy, you've now been informed you were molesting, is ACTUALLY 16- you can buy a bus ticket to Lancaster or watsonville or something. start selling fruit on a corner and only wear light denim, jean short, cut offs. on the weekends, swim in a lake, drink beer or mike's hard lemonade and fuck the complete ANTITHESIS of your former 16 year old lover: Enrique, the Latino heart throb of the area, who promises to teach you Spanish while he makes love to you.... but never gets past "you're pussy is so wet". oh well.

I won't resort to any of this unless I end up miserable and in turmoil cuz my life is in ruins. But until then, I'm good. No need to go there. Just a passing thought that runs through my mind whenever I end up in the valley- usually only when I'm SUPER DEEP in the valley, on ventura blvd in like woodland hills or something. xoxo

Thursday, May 28, 2009

first love:

He was gorgeous. He was older than me. 18 to my 15. the coolest boy i had ever met. A drummer of a band. i guess I've always had a thing for drummers. I've put up with tapping from boys for so long, and now when they do it, it just annoys me, instead of fascinate or turn me on.

he had been in and around my life for a while without me knowing it. in 9th grade the coolest of the 11th grade girls let me and my friend Alana tag along with them (at their mercy) to a rave in downtown la. we all got ready together, lied to our parents about where we would be, what we would be doing.

before going to the rave, we had to stop at some coffee house on ventura Blvd. i can't remember why (map point?- no) or what it was called. the alligator lounge? no. blue iguanas? no. just, SOME coffee house. we were waiting for kelly's (prettiest of the cooler older girls- at least in my opinion) boyfriend to show up.

he was older than her and she was crazy over him- but all i could think was 'who is this mystery dude? he's running super late and ruining the party!' but because i was frozen, in fear of not being cool, and planning EVERY word i uttered around the older cooler kids....i picked and planned what came out of my mouth minutes before i said anything! and regarding kelly's late bf, i kept my fucking mouth shut and smoked. (at this point in my life, i think i had yet to learn abut inhaling.)

i smoked Marlborough menthol light 100's. LAME! homeless people wouldn't even take my cigarettes. it was many raves/shows/nights later- up all hours at Twain's/canters/nova express (all ages coffee shops and late night spots)- that i was FINALLY taught to inhale. why didn't anyone tell me? how embarrassing! but, geeze, NOT inhaling totally didn't hurt like INHALING. i guess you have to pick your battles. cool won over common sense, getting in trouble with grown ups, and cancer EVERY TIME!

back to the story, Kelly's dude FINALLY showed up! his name was Felix. i barely looked at him. i was too shy and didn't want to reveal to much about myself by staring. he wore high water Dickie's, etnies, had full hair, not long, just full like a member of the Beatles. had a back pack written on with white out. I'm sure a hackey sack lurked somewhere inside. but that was really none of my business. he seemed angry and serious. for the first time ever, i saw the older girls i thought were the coolest- revert to being just as big a dork as i acted when i was around THEM!

a year and a half later, i was walking from my moms house in north Hollywood to a coffee shop on lankershim blvd.(hey, when you're 14, it's all you can do!) and who was walking out of an early evening band practice sesh?.....Felix! i couldn't breathe! it was a sign! he was it!!!! he and kelly had long since broken up. it was a whole new era.... and i was about to be 15! the possibilities were endless!(to be continued)

Monday, March 9, 2009

the boys of american apparel:

Recently, like a traitor to my people, I've started working out. i hate exercise- EXCEPT in the form of sex & ab crunches only as a byproduct of giving blow jobs (the ones where you're lying on your back and the dude's above you-you know what I'm talking about!) so working out in any other way shape or form is totally out of my comfort zone.

I'll ONLY do exercise that lets me wear flip flops to bare feet and leggings! I'm not into ANYTHING that might force me to cross the sleek lines of leggings & hooters shorts & a light 50 cotton 50 poly deep v OR an easy breezy Sebastian Tellier sexuality tank WITH super dorky, ugly, monster sized, clunky sneakers. no thank you!!!

so, with that deep rooted decision having been made, I'm only able to do Pilate's and/or yoga. SO BE IT! this is obviously gods intention for me.

I haven't had pizza in 5 years and I'm still not as fit as I'd like to be...so i gotta fucking start exercising. but you know what REALLY inspires me? PICKING THE OUTFIT FOR EACH AND EVERY WORKOUT SESH WITH MY SUPER SEXY HOT BABE TRAINER!!!

Who knew you could shop for tote bags, work out gear and LOVE- all in one place? AMERICAN FUCKING APPAREL! next to the apple store (there will be an entire post dedicated to that place SOON), whole foods and a rave...this place is MAN MECCA!

And on an early morning visit to an American Apparel on main street in Santa Monica California (there's even a starbucks across the street- can you handle it muthah-fuckahs), i got side tracked during my 'work out gear shopping quest' by the gleam of an adorable young shop boys braces in my peripheral vision. i bought what i needed, then dragged the dude into a quiet corner to have a chat.

boycrazy- the boys of american apparel #2: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

Friday, February 27, 2009

boycrazy on the go:

sometimes when you're on your way to starbucks on beverly and labrea, you run into people you used to know. a dude sticks his head out of his car and says "hey, alexi! it's me! how are you?!" and you chat for a sec, until you realize you're blocking traffic. then he pulls over, but is still illegally parked. and if you have a website, like i do, you ask him some questions! that way it isn't a complete waste of time and you have material for a blog post! this happened to me a few days ago.

and something neat to do tomorrow:

Monday, January 26, 2009

self conscious sex:

What happened last night? I'll tell you what happened! Last night, you got banged by some dude and you were totally boring in bed! I'm soooo disappointed in you! The only excuse for submissive sex is if you're being raped! Otherwise, it is NOT an option! Plus, guys talk too you know, and you don't wanna get a rep for being a lame dud in the sack! Do you?? Now's not the time to worry about whether or not your bangs are perfectly straight. Now's the time to get nasty! I'm not saying that you should let him stick it in your bum, cuz I actually DON'T advocate that. I'm just saying, don't stop at GETTING fucked. You fuck him right back, you nasty bitch! Make noise if you want to, make whatever face you feel inclined to (shit, I hope it's not super ugly-oh well, I say take the chance! How ugly could it be? If you're reading this blog, it means you're beautiful!) Get on top, on your side, on the bottom,69 (although my best dude friend once told me that 69'ing is the ultimate in intimate cuz it's pretty much ass on face-yikes! That's why I always say 'carry baby wipes'-that way you don't have to sacrifice in the sack!), get head/give head! Just wait for my mutual masturbation post! It's gonna be detailed, personal,and RAD! So please! Don't lay there like a lump! Even if you're a beautiful lump! That is no excuse to be boring! Cuz if you're crazy in bed, super nice to look at AND have a great personality..........YOU WIN!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

deep in the beverly center:

The Beverly Center! The mall that sucked me into its fast paced, fluorescent lit vortex for 5 hours and didn't even apologize! But why should you bev center? I was asking for it. After Christmas sales can be brutal! But my 2009 outfits are gonna be sweet! Today, I tried wearing a beret! Today, I tried wearing red lipstick! Today, i was a whole new me that only exists and CAN ONLY exist in the confines of the Beverly Center. it was super OK to try out a new look! and the tranny boys behind the MAC counter encouraged it! IT WAS EXHILARATING! gay dudes at Club Monaco called me 'fierce'! me! they asked me where I came from! What a great day!

Meandering about the mall, I saw so many cute boys! I'm not sure how many of them were straight, but I'm pretty sure at least one of them would have fucked me! And isn't that all that really matters? h&m, and forever 21 on the tip top floor of heaven on earth. an hour into my epic day, i ran into the guy I'm occasionally sleeping with! who cares that he didn't love my neon lime beret and viva glam red lips? who invited him anyway?! this was no time for nay sayers and dream dashers! it was MY DAY! this was my castle! barbies dream house! and he wasn't ken. he was an evil warlord from the wrong side of the tracks. we said our goodbyes. and i got a Starbucks.

I cruised h&m for everything great! for some, my red lips were man magnets. a whole new breed of men that i don't usually attract! i caught the eye of a very successful looking (based in nothing but how crisp and clean his outfit was), tall, classy looking, musician type-with a non embarrassing Mohawk (it kinda looked endearing). he was clearly in love with my vagina, but i HAD to leave, cuz i left my wallet at Starbucks-the one ACROSS the street at the Beverly connection, NOT the one on the top floor across from h&m. don't ask me why. but at least they had my wallet and i got in some cardio! I'll never know what could have been with the Mohawk dude. he was gone by the time i got back. so i took off the beret, and i rubbed off my lipstick, and continued sleeping with that other dude, who will NEVER understand the 'Beverly Center' me.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

what a great random day:

So the other day, i was gonna MAYBE take a Pilates class- cuz I'm trying to incorporate exercise into my life-(BORING), i had a work thing to do from 11am to 11:19am, and then an interview with a dude named Addison. i had never met him, but 1. his facebook photos were awesome, b. he likes my blog, and 3. he has a very photogenic face. done deal. (1, b,and 3 were written on purpose fyi. feel free to steal this and say it in public. makes people laugh every time- possibly at your expense, but SO WHAT!) I was a bit sleepy and burnt on the dude interviews for the week. me, burnt out on talking to dudes?! who was i? anywayzies. we were meeting up at Starbucks on Larchmont. if he was a dud/murderer and i had to escape- i could at least have a venti coffee with some half and half, check out Larchmont beauty center next door, go to rite aid and get a flash light to shine on guys the next time i do a night time interview (so they're not a dark blob with a voice attached, as per the usual), or i could beg Marlborough students (all girl private school) to take my stickers/make their classmates read my blog!

But no. instead i made a new friend! Addison: a young man who's not only stylish and open to talking about his life and love experiences, but makes me look cool and hip- just by standing next to me, based on his youth and choice of outfit alone! i didn't know what to ask, how to feel. it wasn't a date, but what was it? just two random people talking about life. him in his American rag t shirt and me in my hm tights with an American apparel tote! this is what dreams are made of! while chatting about favorite TV shows (you've all been there) we discovered we both love arrested development! duh! are we not human? do we not bleed? and all of a sudden, in walks........Will Arnett! (in a white american apparel deep v and a dark denim jacket, if you MUST know- couldn't tell if it was Levis or apc. I'm gonna guess Levis.) Addison and i took this as a sign from our maker.....the maker of dreams come true! of ALL the Starbucks, in ALL the world, Will had walked into ours- mid chat over arrested development even?! come on! he was too talented and handsome NOT to be photographed and placed on my blog. and that's what i told him! i apologized for my infiltrating his personal space, and asking him to be a boycrazy.com representative. i told him that i felt i could get away with behavior like this because i'm a girl and my blog is awesome. he agreed. he was down! if you look closely, you'll see he's wearing a boycrazy.com sticker that i adorned him with. I'm sure it's in the trash somewhere now, most likely in the one right outside Starbucks! but i don't care. it was an exciting day! you're welcome! xoxo

Monday, December 8, 2008

I'm not allowed to be sad:

Today I'm on my way home from new york. i was here shooting a movie. it was great, and now it gets even better...i get to fly VIRGIN AMERICA!!!! yayzers! i truly feel that anything Richard Branson touches is golden! here's a video of what the inside looks like! i love you!

Here's me, trying to keep busy during the downtime. it's like audrina on the hills once said- sometimes you have to be your own best friend. or maybe that was whitney or lauren or heidi. never mind! fuck i love that show! anyways: People are dying,children are starving, and I can't find the perfect outfit! My god, does it ever get easy??? I am a monster.

I went to the elizabeth peyton show at the new art museum. she's my favorite painter. i think she's boycrazy too.

On a side note, can I send my American apparel tote bag to the dry cleaners? I'm at a crossroads cuz I REALLY don't want it to shrink in the wash, but its sooo dirty and needs to be cleaned. I wonder if everyone can tell how filthy my tote bag is, or if its just me? just another thing weighing me down and is quite honestly, borderline shameful. I let you know what happens.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

How to get what you want:

I was in a relationship for 5 years! i was too young to be playing house, but I'll never say i regret the experience because i learned a lot, traveled the world, and learned what i DON'T want for myself. there was blackout drinking, anger, fighting, jealousy, and rages mistaken for/disguised as passion. and in august 2007, we broke up. he was in a band. he was everything i thought i wanted: skinny, angry, successful, reminded me of my dad, dressed cool. he even had an accent. i was born and raised in Hollywood, and he was from Melbourne Australia. sure there were countless cultural differences, and he just barely understood my sense of humor (not to worry-i just developed an alternate personality that didn't make him mad-and when i couldn't keep that up, and reverted back to being myself, we fought. no big deal. i was so proud when i discovered i was a changeling and could morph my personality to serve whatever situation i was in.) but, so what! we looked good on paper, and i was convinced this was what i wanted. we had moved in together, he paid for most of the stuff. i was in sooo deep. leaving would have been sooo hard. how would i be able to extricate myself from the situation? when it was good it was great, and when it was bad, i wanted to die. i even cried in the dark during sex once. and i was so covert about it, he didn't even notice! am i rad or what?! one new years eve we went to a party at that girl from no doubts house! it was a rager! i was drinking, and so was he. i only drank every once in a while, and normally i was a fun drunk, but when the 2 of us were together, with unresolved resentment just barely lurking under the surface, alcohol was our worst enemy. it ended with us in a limo amongst friends and acquaintances, him calling me a c***t and me throwing a glass of vodka and ice in his face while sitting not 1 foot away from him. yikes, that must have hurt. I'm sorry. i jumped out of the limo and started running up Bronson. the car stopped and i was dragged back in. we continued dating for 2 more years. we were even engaged. but in august of 07, i left. and that's when i became the mayor of excitement city. i got my own place, remembered i had friends, and started dating like crazy! blind dates, recaps with my girlfriends the next morning over coffee! i was a woman! and obviously trying to recreate carrie bradshaws life! and now, i'm the happiest i've ever been in my life.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

The size of my thighs, and other things no one cares about:

When did everyone start using the term 'boning'? i know it was used in the 80's and stuff, but it's back in a major way and I'm just not clear on when it began to resurface. at first i was appalled and totally not a fan. but just like the rest of pop culture, it's seeped through and penetrated my soul. and for the same reason i watch the hills and am now blogging, i use the word 'boning' instead of/ more than 1. fucking, 2. making love 3. having sex 4. doing it. if only it was this easy to become anorexic!

^ This is what you get when boys like you.

^ AND custom starbucks.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

I Like Boys......

I've been referred to as a manizer, a maneater (both literally and figuratively-yuck!), a flirt, a makeout bandit, out of control, blah blah blah. i won't launch into the whole double standard between men and women! it is what it is, and so i choose not to care. i like looking at goodlooking boys. they're everywhere: at target, video stores, newsstands, standing next to you, looking out at you from the pages of a magazine, record stores, the supermarket, EVERYWHERE! this blog is all about meeting boys, rendezvous, behavior which could be possibly be labeled as desperate and borderline stalker-esque.......but i promise, it will totally entertain you by either making you (the reader) feel better about yourself, or teaching you where the boys are, and what to do when you find one you wanna makeout with and possibly have sex with. don't get aids though. use protection ladies, or gay boys, or whoever's reading this post. i love you.

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