BROSLIST.COM:

hey ASSHOLES, are you on BROSLIST YET??? 


what’s BROSLIST? it’s only the COOLEST/NEWEST/SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE! 

it’s a craigslist/myspace/facebook hybrid, with a sense of humor and taste!

a social networking site AND a classified website that enables surfers to buy, sell and trade used surf gear, find cheap places to stay all over the world, get rides to the beach and land work. even the profile questions are more fun than facebook and myspace!

It’s free to sign up, it takes 5 minutes to create your ‘Brofile’ – which can double as a private surf shop, let you post pics/videos or just help you reconnect with that girl or dude you met on the beach and fucked on a sandy rock or whatevs!


use the site, share it with ALL your bros, make friends, troll for hot/chiseled/hard as a rock-surfer babes! I’M SERIOUS, it’s all hot dudes! SUPER dude heavy! i CAN’T stress that enough!

hot, fit, sexy dudes….who probably ALL have big dicks. let’s face it, they’re not cocky for NO reason you dirty whores!

make me proud and start prowling for surfer/beach/Malibu babes now! I DID and i’ve been hit on by some super rad dudes already! yayzers!

these dudes are legit too; fit, toned, have jobs and a mode of transportation….. OTHER than their surfboards! cowabunga!

it’s new, so start bragging to all your lame ass friends about how cool and ahead of the curve you are and how stupid they are for not being down with the future of the internet! 

so click here to set up your brofile bitches!!!
xoxox

the boy at the casting:


now this kid truly shocked me and i’ll tell you why: i was at some casting for a commercial and i saw him sitting on the floor looking all emo and shit and i thought we’d totally ‘get’ eachother! like the brother i never had! two crazy big eyed kooks lounging on labrea. man was i wrong! when i asked this dude if i could interview him for my b**g, he said he’d have to call his agent first…AND HE WASN’T FUCKING KIDDING! i started laughing because it was hilarious how serious he took himself. i tried to break it down for him by saying, ‘no, seriously dude. this really isn’t a big deal. i bet you a million bucks your agent will be happy you DON’T call him! honestly, this is a blog called I’m boy crazy; no one’s gonna get hurt. for serious.’ FINALLY he agreed and i pulled out my camera. thanks for saying yes lil guy! but you can’t blame me for giving you shit! xo

the boy at the casting: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

the boys of american apparel:

he’s sexy, english AND the manager of the melrose AMERICAN APPAREL! excuse me?! does it get any better?! hear him speak, watch his lips move as they enunciate basic thoughts and ideas that make you quiver just cuz he’s soooo cute! THEN go find him for yourself and ask him on a date! he’s gorge!!!! that’s slang for the word GORGEOUS!!!! seriously. notice how weird my voice sounds during the interview, THAT’S HOW NERVOUS I WAS TALKING TO HIM! ALL BECAUSE OF HIS DARK, BROODING INTENSITY! need i say more? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, just watch the video already! xoxo

the boys of american apparel #3: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

i’m sick and here’s why:

the other day i asked a close girlfriend of mine if she ever WONDERS if her boyfriends friends are in love with her. she said “of course! doesn’t everybody?” 
“no, i don’t think so. do you ever ASK your boyfriend if his friends might love you?”
“fuck no! ” she said.
i guess that’s where her and i are different. i like to ASK the dude i’m dating if they think it’s possible their friend might be in love with me. If it’s a possibility. If they WOULD if they COULD. i ask with no regard for his feelings. i guess sometimes i forget that men have feelings too.

I’ll phrase it in a really fucked up way. Masked in a pseudo, ‘I’m trying to be cute and silly and off the cuff kind of bullshit way’, that usually (if the guy’s not a moron) can see through like a glass panel. And you know what? I mean it when i’m asking it! it’s not a joke! And they know it! But through that glass panel, is what? A very insecure, needy, young woman. 

i have a serious problem, in that I am sick and twisted. I need way too much validation. Not all the time. surprisingly, i have pockets of time where I am completely centered, grounded, focused and filled with inner strength; when I know who I am and no one can shake me. when I COULDN’T care less if someone liked me/ loved me/ hated me.

And then there are the times I fall into the OTHER pocket.  a sick and twisted fantasy world trance. When this happens, I am a weak monster whose greatest enemy is herself. I am capable of hurting not just my own feelings. 

During my five year relationship- the highs were high, but the lows were heavy and low. Like your heart dropping into your stomach. It was a codependent emotional roller coaster. I loved it. I was addicted to it. 

Coming out of that, I notice certain behavioral problems that have stuck with me. Behavior that I’ve taken from that train wreck. The truth is, I’m pretty sure I brought that behavior into the relationship to begin with. and mixed with HIS demons, we were KUH-RAZY together. 

But today is a new day and I wanted to talk/write about a habit of mine that I still have and one that I know I have to break-otherwise it will be one of my ultimate downfalls. it will sabotage me/take me down:  I need everyone to love me. Not really, but kind of. 

I’ll get specific, because that might speak to more people. 

once upon a time, i met a boy and he was great with me, for me. We right eachothers wrongs. We complimented eachother. And he had many guy friends. One of these friends was going through a hard time with his girlfriend or ex or whatever she was. he was searching for his purpose, wanting his life to be fulfilling, wanting to be happy and not so aimless. 

For whatever reason, I felt the need to get under this guy friends skin. My guy (aka: the RIGHT guy) left town and because I’ve never been so addicted to instant gratification and attention in my life- even via JUST a standard test message; i became obsessed with the friend. Aka: the charmer. he took the burden off the RIGHT guy. filling my quota of attention! like a babysitter for a needy monster baby! 

Texting, phone calls and several platonic hang outs. I am a flirt, he’s a flirt and we’re both charming people pleasers. I didn’t feel at ease around him. Never 100 percent cuz he made me so nervous. Maybe because he represented a path- one that, if I took (ie-make out,sexy times, etc), everything with the RIGHT guy would be ruined. 

The danger intrigued me. Made my heart beat faster and break out in a cold sweat. Like a high. How sick is that? The fact that he made out with another girl made me jealous. How sick is that? I had hugged him before and I didn’t even really care for the smell of his skin- so what the fuck was my deal?  This wasn’t even a case of ‘the pheromones’! He was bad news, wrong for me, not right, too confused to be good for me- even as a friend. And yet I nearly jeopardized everything with the RIGHT guy?! Wtf

I saw so many similarities between us. I wanted to be his life coach. I wanted him to think I was the best. The only person who could make him feel safe. I wanted him to look at me and think: “she see’s me”. 

He drinks and he spends a bit too much time (if you ask me) “hanging out”. I thought he should try to take over the world with his wit and charm etc and at least try to make a contribution some way, some how. But why did I care? Why did I have the urge to take a person on as a project and become so addicted to someone? Am I just a fucking monster control freak? Making him my toy? My play thing to fuck with? Who knew if he was even really talented or had as much promise as I projected on him? It was really none of my business. 

And because he’s a boy and I’m a girl- there was sexual tension. Which I appreciated cuz I LOVE attention. Even though I have the BEST sex in the world with the RIGHT guy, I’m more attracted physically to the RIGHT guy, I’m inspired by and respect the right guy. But now, the cavalier charmer, so lost in his aimlessness, was in my radar. 

the sickest part is: my logic told me to get away from the charmer; to TRY to stop obsessing. But the another part of me wanted him to miss me, lust over me, wishing we could be together- all the while, me holding the power, looking to him and saying “I’m sooo sorry. I know you’re miserable. But you can’t have me. I belong to another.” I wanted a guy that I DIDN’T want to be with- to be in love with me!!!

My therapist said this has NOTHING to do with the charmer and that it has to do with deep rooted shit that I went through as a child. something about my dad not saying he loved me enough.  being a child of chaos. Blah blah blah. She said that the charmer and I trauma bonded and that I need to go to alanon meetings. that I should only hang out with the charmer in groups. that i am the child of narcissists and make it my job to size people up (generally of the male species) and figure out in an instant what game to play to make them love me. she recommended i read several books. i was too scared to tell her i can’t read. oh wait, yes i can. sorry. tried to lighten up this post with a joke. so ‘like me’. deflecting real life with a joke! the books are: “trapped in the mirror” (by: elan golomb) and “addiction to love” (by: susan peabody). i love mirrors, attention, addiction, love and
myself…so i totally plan on buying ALL these books. hopefully
i’ll READ them too!

now I think this whole thing is water under the bridge. that it’s possible for the charmer and me to be bff’s and maybe even business partners (if he ever figures out what he wants to do. IF we ever talk again.)

But maybe that’s just the sick part of me talking again. maybe I just need drama and chaos to stir the pot, cuz when everything’s PERFECT……… I get uneasy. xoxoox

in from outta town:

boycrazy interview: in from outta town- from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

my new friend rickey kim:



MEET RICKEY KIM: he’s the managing editor of the LA 944 magazine, a go getter, non stop do’er, blogger, hustler, collaborator and innovative thinker. somehow, someway- we met over the interweb and three days later we met up at m cafe to blog about eachother. 


he’s a fan of my site and i’m just a fan of his whole deal! 

great style AND he likes my blog??? ’nuff said! I’M SOLD! this dude is CLEARLY a winner!!!!

check out all things rickey kim: his blog- mr.kim says , his online academic journal- evil monito and the magazine he runs 944.

if you’d rather not, do me a favor and punch yourself in the face. i’m not fucking around here! and NEITHER IS MR. KIM!!!

here’s the interview with the man, the myth, the legend……RICKEY KIM! 

nice to meet you mister! xoxo 
ps: click HERE to contact rickey directly. ask him out, tell him how cute he is, or just request his friendship you coward!

boycrazy video- my new friend rickey kim: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

my kxlu experience:

this past friday, i paid a visit to kxlu 88.9fm los angeles. i was asked to be a guest on a program called demolisten, hosted by octavius and fred kiko aka ‘my new best friends’. it was my goal to shamelessly plug my blog AND my musical side project called “chloe sebastian oliver“. i did both! please join me on this epic journey of self consciousness!!!

boycrazy- my kxlu experience: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.
here’s me and octavius hosting the show! click here for audio only! 

I ONLY WANNA BE ANNIK- PART 2:

THIS ISN’T AN ANTI FEMINIST SITE! i don’t hate riot girls. i don’t hate anyone OR thing. in fact, i might love TOO much about everything. i LOVE boys and girls and did i say boys? and i can see the beauty in a woman. i will never get nasty with you, until you step on me and are an asshole for no reason. 


BUT if i WAS a lesbian, i’d be a lipstick lesbian. it’s my choice. i think having a website like this is an example of how cool it is to be a woman now. we can pretty much do whatever we want! i can say whatever i like on this kind of forum without some husband that my parents said i MUST marry locking me in a closet and beating me up. we’ve come a long way. 

but the kind of woman i aim to make laugh on this site is the ‘powerhouse’, a woman who’s the head of a company, married to a billionaire- even though she doesn’t need a goddamn thing from him-they actually like each other, she has young hot 20 something dudes lusting after her, that she may or may not be having an affair with (cuz women cheat too you know) and she doesn’t get plastic surgery cuz she likes how she’s aging-but if she chooses to, she can, but in the meantime she just gets facials from Europeans, mani/pedis, sees a dermatologist and uses nice creams. wears a facial mask while she’s working on her laptop and her husband’s going down on her. 

i just never want me, or any of us, to get boring. i wanna look good, be happy, feel grounded, sexy, stylish, busy, loved and accomplished. respected, needed, treasured, till i die. but you HAVE to keep busy and organized in order to do this. you HAVE to balance a lot on your heels (i actually don’t really EVER wear heels cuz they’re bad for you and i’m already very tall, so that was just a loose metaphor. but you get the gist of it.) 

in the meantime, instead of not loving this blog and getting annoyed by it from time to time, (mistakenly thinking it’s ANTI WOMAN)…how about you look into helping solve a little problem called ‘the sex trade industry’ where young girls are abducted or sold, drugged and forced into prostitution. i bet if they weren’t being raped and on the verge of death and were healthy and safe at home- they would MUCH prefer to be reading this blog RATHER than be stuck in the back of a van. xoxo

i only wanna be ANNIK:

BEING ANNIK: i hope you’ve seen the movie “control” about joy division. duh! it was epic! annik is the sexy girl, the mysterious fox that the guy from joy division falls in love with and ultimately wants to be with. actually, who knows who or what he really wanted. he was sad, confused, riddled with guilt/uncertainty. all i know is: Annik was WAY more enticing to me than his wife’s character (played by samantha morton). annik was sexy, well dressed, exotic, wasn’t heavy with a mom vibe which gives most guys the blahs! she got “it”. whatever ‘it’ may be. I’M straight and I wanted to fuck her! 

because of this, i often find myself telling boys i have a crush on or i just think it to myself while i stare at whatever boy is in front of me- just silently in my head….that i NEVER wanna be Samantha Morton’s character from control. i only ever wanna be annik! but how is this possible? women are complex, multi faceted creatures. we can do so much, we’re practically men now. so how is it possible to remain as sexy as annik ALL THE TIME? how can we keep the annik essence AND tend to the normal everyday stuff- without being labeled boring, angry, aggro, ball busters???

I’M NOT SAYING TO SEXUALIZE EVERYTHING or ASPIRE TO LATCH ON TO A MANS COATTAILS….i’m saying we have to DO and BE a lot as women! duh! that’s already the goal. but seeing h.j.n.t.i.t.y (he’s just not that into you), really made me think! i’m kinda embarrassed about this , but not enough NOT to tell you! i’m not kidding! i don’t ever wanna be jennifer connely’s character! this post is MEANT to be a thought provoking uplifter, but i may be too confused to write it.

i want to grow into a woman like angelica Huston, parker posey,Charlotte rampling, etc. you know? SEXY, TALENTED, ACCOMPLISHED, WELL SEASONED, EXPERIENCED, ADULT WOMEN. but there are SOOO many opportunities to get lazy and fail at this. 

we make choices as PEOPLE, not just as WOMEN. our profession, who we surround ourselves with, the thoughts we have, who we know & let get close to us, how we balance & allot our time, the car we drive, the supermarket we shop in, the clothes we wear, the things we say, the part of town we live in. all of this is a choice. it’s what defines us, divides us and categorizes us into groups or scenes. and the type of woman you want to be is a CHOICE. 

YES,I KOOOOOW: ultimately it doesn’t matter what people think of you, as long as you like who you are. BUT giving up on how you present yourself and chalking it up to ‘who gives a fuck’ is kind of a cop out too. you could miss out on some exciting experiences and opportunities: in life, with men or women, or just how you see yourself. NOT making an effort in how you put yourself together isn’t the best choice either. 

personally, i LOVE movies like the old timey james bond films, where women were spies and seductresses. that looks AWESOME. espionage, fancy dresses. meanwhile, i can barely get my flip flops on and run out the door to nature mart on hillhurst. i love flip flops and not wearing makeup…but i could also take myself to the max and use everything i’ve got. 

i’m NOT gonna get a lobotomy and a boob job and never give myself a chance to speak cuz my mouth’s always full of some dude’s dick i’m blowing! NO! that’s not what i’m suggesting at ALL! i’m suggesting going full throttle girly styles and taking over the world!!! (to be continued)

excuse me,what?:

boycrazy bullshit post: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

after being asked the question “what’s something you hate about girls?”, this is what one young man replied with. short and sweet. i love how boys have the ability to get to the goddamn point.

***************UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE************************
I’M SOOO SORRY! I WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR MY AUDACITY. HOW THE FUCK DARE I PUT UP SUCH A BULLSHIT BLOG POST?! 4 SECONDS OF VIDEO??? (I GUESS I JUST REALLY LIKED THE WALLPAPER BEHIND HIM). 

YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT! I’M BETTER THAN THAT! WHO THE HELL DO I THINK I THINK I AM? I GOT LAZY! I MAKE A LIVING FROM SOMETHING OTHER THAN BLOGGING AND THAT BECAME MY PRIORITY. I’VE BEEN UP WAY PAST MY BEDTIME FOR THE PAST FEW NIGHTS AND I TRIED TO GET AWAY WITH BEING LAZY! 

LAST NIGHT I WAS ANXIOUS AND CONFUSED AND FEELING BAD AND DID SURGERY ON MY FACE WITH TWEEZERS. DON’T WORRY, I’M STILL BEAUTIFUL, BUT NOW IN AN ENTIRELY OFF PUTTING WAY. 

I’D LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE FOR THEIR E-MAILS, TELLING ME HOW UNFAIR AND LAME THIS POST WAS, HOW THEY WANTED AND DESERVE MORE! AND YOU’RE ALL COMPLETELY RIGHT! NEXT TIME I WILL PUT THE TWEEZERS DOWN, STOP LOOKING AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR, NOT GET CAUGHT UP IN PEOPLE AND THEIR INFECTIOUS DRAMA CAUSING ME TO FEEL UNSETTLED…AND I WILL BLOG LIKE I HAVE NEVER BLOGGED BEFORE. I MAY BE A MONSTER…BUT AT LEAST I’M YOUR MONSTER. xoxo lylas


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