the blind leading the blind PART 7:

1.  if a fat and/or ugly dude snubs you, it’s time to look at yourself in the mirror. it might be time for a make over. 


2. if you’re in a car and you see a cute dude, honk your horn. women NEVER do this. men do it! gardeners do it! just give it a try. the dudes will LOVE it and be a bit confused/taken a back. it’s like punching them in the face with your new found power vadge! 

3. if a boy says no one will ever love you as much as he loves you, don’t believe it. he’s trying to suck you back in. it’s actually another reason why you SHOULDN’T be with him. the world is large and you are lovable. i hope. i haven’t met you, but i’ve heard totally good things!
4. you are a woman. you have the power to cast spells over boys with your words, your silence, gestures, eyes, and actions. this power can be super fun/entertaining, and will most likely result in an epic make out and/or someone falling in love with you. i can’t stress enough how much power you have. use it wisely.
5. make a life list of what you want for yourself. what you want to do professionally, where you want to travel, things you really and truly want to accomplish, where you want to live, etc. and put them up on your wall. i can’t tell you how important it is to see what your life goals are every morning when you wake up- right there in front of you.

6. wear mascara! what the fuck is your problem? it will only make your life better. trust me. 

7. if you begin a relationship with someone and you think you love them, but as time goes by you begin to realize they aren’t the person who thought they were. OR they aren’t what you WANT anymore, don’t be afraid to leave. 

8. if you ask your date for a coca cola and he comes back from the bar and hands you a diet coke- it means he thinks you’re fat.

9. being the bearer of bad news does not ALWAYS feel THIS good. 

10. when he calls, let it ring at least twice. nobody likes a desperate whore. xo

HEY, IT’S CALI DeWITT:

this is Cali DeWitt. a legend in his own time. he’s lived a thousand lives, is REFERENCED in books, and has awesome bros-(one of which kind of looks like Jarvis Cocker and has WRITTEN a book.)Cali is/has achieved, so many things: co owner of hope gallery, a master blogger- yesterday and today, a great friend who will set you straight when you need some words of wisdom! he even runs a record label! need i go on, cuz i will?! don’t push me! 

unfortunately, when i ran into Cali, my camera was on the compact setting. and because of this- the video isn’t as clear as it should be. i’m sorry Cali! this is what happens when i see you, i freak out in the best possible way and my camera skills go all herky jerky cuz i get too excited! i’m sure you understand! you’re CALI!

why did i bother with the fasting and all that when Cali tells me this…..:

boycrazy video – hey, it’s CALI!: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

they care – part 2:

the only GOOD thing about how expensive and far away ‘we care’ is- is that, for a person like me it means 1.) I MUST follow the rules, cuz I don’t take money for granted. And 2.) I NEED to be secluded in the desert in order to fast- cuz I don’t have willpower when it comes to food! 


I swam, sat in the sauna, lay in the floating day bed under a tee-pee shaped pyramid type apparatus. the people at ‘we care’ said that “it’s good to sit under a pyramid when you meditate” or whatever. i forget why. something like, it helps you be more focused or it gets rid of negative energy or your dreams will come true. they may not have said the last part, but i sat on that daybed under the pyramid like a CHAMPION every chance i got! you better believe it!

LAST time I went to ‘we care’ (five years ago), I fasted for eight days! And by day four, I was in dire need of being f**ked. who knew THAT would be a side effect? THIS time around, I didn’t feel like that AT ALL. But then again, i was only there for three days! phew. 

LAST time there weren’t any hot babes at the spa. but THIS time, there was a young-ish (early thirties) musician boy. he even had hair on his chest, which I LOVE! we chatted a bit and swam. but it was all SUPER platonic. something about a spa where you know everyone’s getting colonics kinda kills the sexy. and besides, I have my eye on ANOTHER dude right now. 

unfortunately i brought a super boring, practical bathing suit that didn’t define my girlishness/feminine wiles one bit! good thing i WASN’T after the musician babe. he may have totally rejected me. i looked like a twelve year old in an eighties, french new wave film. which, in hindsight, doesn’t actually sound so bad. if i HAD WANTED or been PREPARED to woo a dude into my room, or having a tawdry makeout on a lounge chair or the floating daybed, i would have been sporting one of two American Apparel bikinis that i’m waiting to be sent to me! the cobalt blue bandeau top and retro bottom or the grape colored ULTRA scandalous string bikini! they look rad. but, no. i wasn’t wearing either. life is rough. i’ve said it before.

If you DO decide to come out to ‘we care’, don’t bring the bf. it gets too gnarly and will ruin your relationship. instead, do what I did: lay in the floating day bed under a pyramid tee-pee/go swimming/sweat out more toxins and fat in the sauna/go in the jacuzzi/read a trashy novel/touch yourself/sleep/and write! Or bring your mom! she’ll love it? Xo

they care:

‘we care‘ is everything i forgot it was! i love it here. it’s like a grown up version of summer camp. women are euphoric here! why? because none of us are eating and that only means one thing: we’re losing weight! i’m the youngest person here. that won’t always be the case, so i’ll enjoy it while i can. you should too, whoever you are. after all, today is the youngest you’re ever gonna be!


i had my colonic, and it wasn’t even scary. the only things that came out of me were bad dreams and pixie dust. just as i suspected. i DID have to ask the colon therapist how the hell she got into this business. her answer was something along the lines of: i was a makeup artist and through learning about health and stuff, i got into this. wtf? i get it, if i squint while i think i about it. either way, i’m officially sold!even if i DO think the whole thing is an embarrassing nightmare of self indulgence! but, i take myself seriously, so if i’m not self indulgent, who else will indulge me? 

she said the colon is twenty five feet long and basically the garbage can of your body. you can’t clean it out/scrape the plaque off of it (yikes) without getting  colonics. am i drinking the koolaide, cuz this makes sense to me? i’m not a cult member YET, i just see what they’re saying. what? don’t look at me like that! MY colon’s cleaner than YOURS! 

there’s some weird shaky machine called a vibra-trim that you stand on and makes your whole body vibrate. they say it’s good to do before a colonic AND its good for your lymphatic system. but mostly it just makes me feel like a kid who likes to wiggle. which i am. in reality, it’s probably on the verge of dislodging by brain from it’s brain holder- but ‘we care’ said to do it, and they TOTALLY care. 

i have 2 more colonics to get while i’m here for the weekend.i guess i’ll have to say goodbye to any more bad vibes and nightmares that lurk within me. every hour, i have to take a supplement or drink some kind of tea or juice or detox bev (slang for beverage). it makes not eating easy, cuz there’s a very structured plan and you don’t feel like you’re being deprived. other than that, i’m trying to get out of my head and not be so mental. not OVER THINK so much. i still wanna over think, just not as much as I do.

here’s what i’m learning while at we care:  
1. i have an addiction to the internet, texting, my cell phone (blackberry) in general, and  coffee. 
2. i usually live my life letting food control me. 
3. only i have the power to create my life. 
4. no one should be able to intimidate me.  

all of this sounds very new agey, so i will call this my ‘new age phase’ and leave it at that. i promise; back to trash talking, sexy, funny, boy stuff later this week. xo

how to be mean:

If you wanna be a mean, elitist asshole, who makes everyone around them feel less than, insecure, excluded, etc, it’s easy peasy! here’s your sure fire ticket into a super cool hierarchy of the mean people/cooler kids club. People will whisper about you and wonder why you don’t like them. 


The ‘meanster‘ breeds the worst kind of person: the ‘insecure mess’! The ‘insecure mess’ is probably lovely, has a lot of potential, but is too easily wrapped up in whether the meanies like him/her. They need too much validation from everyone. It isn’t 100% the ‘meansters‘ fault- but they really help the sickness perpetuate. 

I don’t recommend being a ‘meanster‘ cuz it usually stems from insecurities, a need to be in control by hurting other people,and trying to control peoples feelings. the longer the ‘meanster‘ is a mean, shit talking, hater, keeping people down-the harder it will be for the ‘meanster‘ to take chances and put themselves out into the world to be judged. because they’ll be afraid that everyone else is as cruel and judgemental as they are. but, it’s up to you. 

here are the ‘meanster‘ ingredients:
sit back. Always look mean and bored AT THE SAME TIME. never remember having met someone, even if you do! If someone puts their hand out for you to shake it, DON’T! If a person makes a joke, don’t laugh! Instead, learn how to do the “are you fucking serious face” keeping direct eye contact with the victim at hand. THEN, slowly look away to the left, THEN roll your eyes to the right! when someone gets excited about something, indulge them for a few minutes to engage their trust. fake your enthusiasm! match THEIR enthusiasm- for WHATEVER they’re taking about. Then withdraw and completely turn on them! Pow! Like a warm knife in their back! and just stare at them blankly like you are SO repulsed and shocked by the fact that you’re in the presence of such lame’ocracy! Act as though you are completely unaware/numb to the hurt feelings of the person whose heart you just ripped out.the person you just pulled the rug out from under. 

It’s easy to be a cruel, vicious, mean, elitist, snob. All it takes is withdrawing who you are. Not putting yourself on the line. Monitoring every syllable you utter, so no one will make fun of you. Being devoid of a strong personality. Not letting people see the real you. Keeping the people around you, friends AND enemies, from ever really feeling safe around you. ACTUALLY, being devoid of a personality to begin with REALLY helps! 

if this is the personality you want to have, good luck. hopefully you’re a very talented person, make a lot of money or are super good looking. Because people are much more willing to take crap from a beautiful, famous, rich monster; than an average, regular, ugly, poor monster. But you still couldn’t pay me to be near you.

in reality, everyone’s just a nerd. All the bullshit is pretentious and a cover up! speaking of talent/success and the personalities that go hand in hand with those qualities: every super powerful, successful, inspiration I’ve ever met has been the most open, no nonsense person. No aloof pretense and superficial shell. They know who they are, they like themselves, or have at least accepted themselves. they’re open to learning new things, hearing what people have to say, and if nothing else- they have compassion and understanding enough to be accepting of people and be polite enough to grant common courtesy. It’s HARDER to be like this. It’s harder to be comfortable in your skin. But the pay off is so much better! I promise! Choose wisely! Xoxo

sucking out the poison:

I’m in the fucking horrible process of detoxifying my body or whatever you wanna call it. in a few days, i’ll be driving to a place in desert hot springs called ‘we care: a juice fasting and spiritual retreat’. even the name makes me gag. but, that doesn’t seem to be stopping me.

‘we care’ is THE place to go when you wanna pay a lot of money to be starved and given colonics. the detox process before going on my fast at ‘we care’ involves: no caffeine, no dairy, no nuts, bananas, grains, pasta, meat, cheese, processed food, caffeine, or alcohol. I’M DYING! i can barely write. seriously. i feel gutted and empty. last night i came home at like 4am, and posted the lamest shit. i blame ‘we care’. 

here’s what I CAN have: 
*fruit, raw and steamed vegetables, juices, herb teas.
*2 table spoons of olive oil before bedtime.
*8 oz of prune juice in the morning and herbal laxatives or laxative teas nightly.

um, why would i need a laxative? how many times can i say this: girls DON’T go to the bathroom. duh. bathrooms are for snorting cocaine, putting on makeup and gossiping with your girlfriends. 

my stomach is eating itself! this is why i could never and have never been able to be anorexic. but what really scares me is the fact that i am going to VOLUNTARILY let a stranger at ‘we care’ insert a tube in my bum to blast my colon with warm water. and then massage out the poison. NOT that i even HAVE a colon. cuz girls don’t do ANYTHING gross.  ALL our holes are sewn up! except the vadge hole- of course! otherwise we’d be USELESS! well i guess the colonic lady’s gonna have to rip out the seams, cuz she’s going in! NOOOOO!


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scared. i just want to get it over with. i had to pay in advance. NOW this has become more a money thing than anything else. i WON’T have those ‘we care’ motherfuckers keep my money! my head is woozy. i miss coffee. it’s only been three days! but i’m not ashamed; i fucking LOVE coffee! it’s all i’ve got! i wake up for it. it makes me feel understood and taken care of. it totally completes me. that starbucks cup isnt just an epic drink, it’s a goddamn fashion accessory.

anywayzies, back to my fear of the colonics that lurk in my future. i’ve NEVER even had ANAL sex. if i do this, does it mean i HAVE had anal sex? or SHOULD? do i base my feeling on whether i’ll like anal sex on how i react when the lady puts the plastic rod, or whatever it’s called, into my bum hole? oh no! what if it isn’t a lady? i will NOT let a man see me like this! i’ll just have to request a lady! what if all the garbage they syphon out of me doesn’t even make me look thinner? if that’s the case, will it really make me less toxic and healthier? is this whole thing a sham? probably. but a bum syphoning and a few days of not eating CAN’T make me fatter. i did this to myself. 

here’s a look at what i tried to pass off as an alright post yesterday. i apologize. it was superficial bullshit:


boycrazy video- a message from kelly and luke: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

so, there was a party for nylon magazine last night. it’s hard for me to get motivated to go out MOST of the time. i complain, try to talk myself out of it, get lazy, do surgery on my face so i’d be crazy to be seen in pubic. but not last night. last night i didn’t give a fuck. tights, eyeliner, and out the door. i had pants and a shirt on too. but that’s not the point. the point is, i had boycrazy stickers to hand out and beautiful boys to prey upon. and that’s what i did.

i ran into lots of beautiful people that i love seeing, and i even made some new friends. i danced to lady gaga. yeah. lady fucking gaga. i couldn’t stop eye darting (that’s when you’re SUPPOSED to be focusing on the person you’re talking to, but your eyes keep darting around the room cuz you can’t stop looking at what’s going on around you). i hate when people do that to me, and here i was doing it too. but the party was too fucking crowded! i had to! 

a girls hair caught on fire, which i thought was epic. she ran off screaming after we put it out, totally ignoring me when i offered her a sticker. my mantra for the evening was ‘free stickers for beautiful people.’ where do i come up with this shit? 

the ‘hills’ was being shot at the party. i MIGHT even be an extra on the episode. DREAMS DO COME TRUE! i tried not to be, but my friend brooke kept sitting at a banquet near the filming. what can you do? life is so hard! i was so confused! the hills was on tv during the party AND being filmed AT the party! wtf? it’s like that ‘if a tree falls in the forest‘ saying or whatever…. yowsers! good thing i have tivo. xo

in these pix: ‘the hills’ being filmed like only a pretend reality show can be filmed!

firemen- a precurser to an intro to an expose:

so, the other day i was on the phone with my friend jesse. i had just walked out of the american apparel on ventura blvd and had A LOT of hot goss to spew. mid conversation, i walked past a parked fire truck. HMMMM, where there’s a fire truck, firemen are SURE to follow! there was no sign of a blazing inferno and a few steps further down the boulevard i hit FIREMAN MECCA! a table of fireman dudes having lunch! it was too good to be true. i didn’t know what to do. i got nervous. i wanted to approach them, but i was too shy. my heart started beating faster than normal even! thank god for jesse’s words of encouragement: ‘you have to do this dude. they’re firemen! if anyone knows what to do, it’s you.’  she was right. i hung up the phone. (even though it’s a blackberry and there was nothing to hang it on. that phrase just doesn’t make sense anymore.) and took a deep breath.


i KNOW i’m not the first to talk about how sexy firemen are. duh! this is OLD news that carrie bradshaw’s already covered! but it’s a cliche that’s REAL and a stereotype i believe! firemen make you feel sexy and are super attractive even if they AREN’T attractive or your USUAL type at all! i mean, the four people who read this probably find themselves with the skinny pale indie dude time and time again, and i get that! i’ve lived that! i support that! i’m totally a member of the ‘i like dudes that could tip over if you bump into them/get questioned about their sexuality non stop.’ so this is probably why my fascination with firemen is even more crazers. they don’t have the ‘band dude’ vibe at all. my genetic coding says i’m not allowed to lust over a fireman dude….and yet i do. and it’s not a crime.

some of them look like ken doll/beef cake/meat heads. but in that red truck and that official uniform, the term beefcake becomes the most appealing thing in the world. oh shit, i’m like samantha jones over here. but i can’t stop!

i ALWAYS wave at fire men and they ALWAYS smile when i do. because they KNOW they’re sexy. they KNOW they make girls w*t. they rescue people, they have muscles, and a paying job! nuff said!

the following video doesn’t even BEGIN to express the SERIOUSNESS of the sexual prowess of firemen! it’s more just me saying: can you believe i stumbled upon a table full of firemen? kuhrazy! soon, i will delve deeper and find a fire house to visit and interview the cutest of the beef head meat cakes or whatever! i love you. xo

boycrazy video- firemen rule: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

losing your virginity:

so, I’ve been getting A LOT of e-mails asking for advice on how to lose your virginity. e-mails from girls who are between the ages of 19 and 26 who are still virgins, asking me for advice. i didn’t really know how i could help or what i could say. so i gave it some thought and here’s what i came up with:


wanna lose your virginity? It’s super easy! just spread your legs and place the dude’s erect penis into your hopefully wet privates aka vagina. Super easy! Virginity GONE! What more do you need to know?  

Oh, sorry. you mean; how do you go about picking the right person? Getting tested? Approaching a guy in the first place? Trusting him? Trusting yourself? Being brave and jumping off the cliff into sexdom? ‘sexdom‘? Sometimes I write shit and I say to myself “who are you? Why did you write that? you’re totally misrepresenting yourself.” But then I shrug and keep writing. My style is more stream of consciousness. I just have to keep going or else I’ll panic, over think and stop writing all together. Feel free to use this as an analogy regarding your sex life and losing your virginity. 

What else is it called? Popping your cherry? Gross. Anywayzies. It’s a big deal cuz you’ll ALWAYS remember the first person you ever let inside you, but you probably won’t be marrying this person. They are a stop on your life’s path! A memory. A hurdle to jump over. a tool used for growing up. Just make sure he doesn’t have herpes, gonorrhea, warts, chlamydia, hpv, and isn’t HIV +. cuz that shiz will haunt you forevs.

Listen, it’s pretty cool you’ve waited this long. (i’m talking more to the 19 year old. 26 is bordering on tragic heap.) It means you’re nervous, thinking about it, and take yourself seriously. So since you’ve waited this long, you shouldn’t be worried about waiting a teeny bit longer for you and the dude to get tested. Don’t pick up some random guy off the street or some mall dude over the weekend. (any other time, that would be cool- but not to take your virgin status!) If you’re in high school or college, there are tons of dudes. All aching to get in some girls vadge! Duh! Don’t forget, YOU have the power! your vadge is- to a guys dick- like the entry way into some exclusive Hollywood club! 

Maybe you should lose it to a close heterosexual male friend you have that you never really looked at that way. Like dawson’s creek styles! It would be COOLER if he’s more experienced than you too! Then you could ask him questions about giving blow jobs and stuff. giving a great blow job is a beautiful and powerful thing. haters, you can hate, but it’s the truth. 

let him go down on you too! don’t let him stop until you cum. Take a bath first so you’re all scrubbed up and clean- so there’s no room for embarrassment or self consciousness! and I’m praying to GOD you’ve been masturbating long enough to even KNOW what an orgasm feels like! It’s like a warm tickley explosion in your nether regions! Make it a familiar feeling! 

How’s that? I can’t hold your hand through this, but I can leave u with this: Have sex (whether it’s the first time or the millionth time) with someone you trust, who makes you feel safe. and ALWAYS use a condom. AND even though he’s wearing a condom, make sure he pulls out before he cums! Cuz condom’s break and if something goes wrong- unfortunately it’s on the girl to take the morning after pill, get an abortion or HAVE the baby! So, take care of yourselves beautiful girls! xoxo

sex in a subaru:

the other night I went on a date with a dude. we met up at real food daily; a vegan restaurant on la cienega. I still prefer m cafe-but whatevs! I’m not gonna slit my wrists or anything. I just LOVE it when straight dudes like to eat healthy! We finished our food, and I got in his car so we could drive to erewhon market to get dessert. we sat outside sharing raw vegan ice cream and a piece of cake (it was actually pie, but i think the word cake is so much cuter) and continued our hangout sesh. we liked eachother. i just know it. 


We got BACK in his car and headed towards RFD- where MY car waited. but somehow we ended up in the parking lot of norms; a coffee shop up the street from RFD. We sat in silence looking at eachother. he leaned in. I leaned in, tilted my head to the right and we kissed. 

All I could think was “oh my god, it’s like 11th grade all over again!” And “wait a minute, this parking lot is WAY too bright to have sex.” And “oh shit, am I about to get finger banged? Do people still do that? Am I ready to backtrack like that? Are his fingernails encrusted in filth? Did he wash his hands? Do I really want to be associated with finger banging at this point in my life? It’s 2009 for gods sake! Oh fuck it, fuck it. This dude can finger bang the shit outta me if he wants! Tonight I will be the mayor of finger banged city.” FYI: This was all going on in the privacy of my mind! What a horrible phrase btw: ‘finger bang’. I’m writing it over and over just to free myself of any power it might have to make me feel uncomfortable or low brow.

all this internal jibber jabber, and the dude totally did NOT even put his finger in my privates! INSTEAD, the dude and I kept kissing. sometimes hard and fast. sometimes very slow and soft. ALWAYS charged with meaning. It’s like I was feeling lips for the first time. Hyper aware of what it feels like to kiss. it was as dirty as sex. revealing and vulnerable. this ‘sensual'(gag) kissing required time to be taken and technique. Thank god I slowed down and stopped being as rough and passionate as i CAN be, or else i would have missed the entire experience! i can be soft and tender too! 

Yuck, this post is even grossing ME out. HOW are YOU guys doing? hang in there. We stopped kissing, looked at eachother, and said nothing. he started the car and pulled into another empty lot across the street. but this lot was dark enough to be naughty in. 

He got on top of me, and well…..did lots of stuff. he did ALL the BEST stuff. but the point of the story is this: I couldn’t believe how conducive his car was for EPIC f**king! It was a Subaru. who knew? understated. reliable. disguising itself as a family car. close to the ground. Wide enough not to feel claustrophobic. cushy leather seats, plush against my skin. plenty of things to grip onto, allowing me to switch it up and hold myself in various positions. What a night! What a date! And what a car! i love you.

the blind leading the blind PART 6:

1. on a date, order mint tea, instead of the sugary chai late you’d rather drink! you’ll look way more fem and alluring! you might even lose a pound! PRIVACY is for bloating; NOT dates in public!


2. if you read a blog and it pisses you off, stop reading it. if you continue to read it, get upset, and comment like a raving lunatic- it means the following: you are a fucking retarded waster of time! on the other hand, if reading a blog makes you happy and entertains you, go right ahead!

3. the phrase is: “couldn’t care less”! NOT, “could care less”! for example: “i hate my ex boyfriend so much, i COULDN’T care less if he fucked another girl!” the point is, you care SO LITTLE, you can’t possibly care any less than you already do. this phrase is misused all the time. i think beyonce even used it incorrectly in her last single. such a bummer. in a perfect world I’d like to believe that everything beyonce does is right! but, that’s simply not true.

4. if you get everything waxed off your privates, don’t go running errands around town in a mini skirt. you’re vagina can’t be trusted and discharge could fly out of it at any moment. without hair OR undies to prevent this from happening, you could have an uuber embarrassing accident while looking for soup on the top shelf of aisle six in the super market and there’s a stock boy below you, restocking soup cans. 

5. Jesus, what was # 4 all about? that was random, riiiight???

6. when dealing with perfume, spray once and glide through it like the angel that you are. too much perfume could ruin your chances/induce a hard off with the boy of your dreams AND/OR even the dirtiest of the long haired, broke, sexy dudes who hang out in dark corners of pianos/little joy/the short stop (insert hair shaker bar here) with five o’clock shadow, a drug & cigarette addiction- who you don’t even want a relationship with;just a casual sex sesh, where hopefully no one gets gonorrhea! so, one spritz please. less is more.

7. if he doesn’t go down on you; he doesn’t get inside of you.

8. don’t forget to have sex in cars this summer. tinted windows or not, cars are awesome cuz there are lots of things to grip onto. and the possibility of getting caught is kind of sexy too, I’m not gonna lie.

9. if you’re over 25 (male or female), not religious, still a virgin and don’t want to be……I’ll be over in 10 minutes. jk, jk: but, seriously, go to whole foods/trader joes/the 101 cafe/the arclight/m cafe and hit on the next hot babe you see. power moves could change your life! good luck. and try not to get aids.

10. if he only texts back to your phone calls, move on. you’re better than that. i love you.