Kisses+Disses : Dancing + Veggie Dogs


It started yesterday in the kitchen. JD found soy hot dogs at Trader Joe’s and vegetarian chili and offered to make me a chili dog. I haven’t had one since I was 10 years old. I did a dance in the kitchen (a mix of the Running Man and pelvic thrusts and waving my arms in the air) as a way to show my excitement. JD asked me to stop because if this was my reaction every time he discovered a new meatless product, he’d be deterred from future purchases.

You want to know what I said? No? Well, I’m gonna tell you anyway: Only happy people dance…and happiness always trumps discomfort…specifically my happiness, and your discomfort…but don’t tell your mom I said that. And then I continued dancing as the smell of grilling hot dogs from the outdoor grill filled the air.

This leads me to another installment of Kisses and Disses

This week’s DISSES go to…
*People who tell you not to dance. Oh, Internet, dance like you won’t be tagged on Facebook. (Do I get negative cool points for being cliche?!)
*My birthday. It’s in three weeks. Feel free to send condolence cards.
*People who talk in third person. It’s the strangest thing. Ever. Why would a person refer to herself by her own name? Jasmine loves to roller skate and Jasmine told you she dreamed of owning a silver boombox!

This week’s KISSES go to…
*Smart Dogs veggie hot dogs. They’re just as tasty as I remembered as a kid, just without pork getting in the way.
*The Running Man. In case you need a tutorial, you can find it here.
*Los Angeles. Every time I shoot in the city, I feel alive and fall deeper in love with urban grit. I’d kiss the ground in LA if I wasn’t afraid of catching an incurable disease, but I’m happily content photographing love along the star-filled streets.

Happy Friday!