Rachelle J. Hruska

I had a rock collection that I polished everyday…this and playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with the neighborhood boys was pretty much how I spent all of my free time from 1991-1993. I also started this other rad site: guestofaguest.com Email me at Rachelle [at] guestofaguest [dot] com Clicky Web Analytics
Mar 10
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The Steven Rojas Channel On Women.

  • Installation art: And!
  • Installation art: Im Djing on Friday!
  • Installation art: you should
  • ashellray: err fridays are my nights in
  • Installation art: a. come
  • Installation art: b. dance
  • ashellray: i'll talk it over with simko
  • Installation art: c. drink shots
  • Installation art: d. hold me
  • ashellray: its tough to get us away from lifetime on fri.
  • Installation art: FROM WHAT?!
  • Installation art: tell me thats not some chick tv thing
  • ashellray: lifetime. television for women
  • Installation art: how about i show you the Steven Rojas channel. Televison on women
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“ It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold, when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.
— C. Dickens (via caryrandolph) (via minilaarni)
Mar 09
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GofG Los Angeles..

While we wait for our editor to live out the remainder of her “2 weeks” at her old job, I’m just going to basically repost Ned Hepburn’s Tumblr mmmmkay?

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The High Society first episodes have arrived! It all starts tomorrow night on the CW….can you believe it?

The High Society first episodes have arrived! It all starts tomorrow night on the CW….can you believe it?

Mar 08
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“ If you don’t want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You’re taking up space, air.
— — Dave Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius)
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simko: So an Indian, a Mexican and a birthday girl walk into a bar…

simko:

So an Indian, a Mexican and a birthday girl walk into a bar…

Mar 07
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“ Maybe the hardest part of leadership—be it leading a company, a family, a relationship or simply your own life—is that often times you don’t know and you still have to act.
— The Monster In Your Head (via fred-wilson)
Mar 05
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Simko, Remember that time I was talking to that one boy on the phone, you know that one, and I had been really upset- and not even your funny banana phone was cheering me up- and you took out a notepad and started writing silly things on it like “remember easy breezy, it’s 2010!” and stuff like that that only we would get a kick out of because we are weird, and it became painful for me to keep my laughter in, which was a serious problem since I was on the phone with “the boy” having a serious conversation. Then I forgot why I was upset in the first place. We carried on our night drinking wine and talking about how silly our lives are…how one day we’d like to be the type of people that know that they should “waterproof” expensive fur rugs because they aren’t worth anything if they aren’t surrounded by friends spilling bottles of red wine on them, and that so and so is turning into such a such and such and isn’t that just so cool/sad/weird/funny/interesting. God I get a kick out of you. You laugh at my jokes when they aren’t funny, you make fun of boys with me, you tell me when I’m acting like a child and need to grow up, you take theme parties seriously, and, in true Simko style, you won’t even care that this Birthday wish is a day late. I knew when I met you an adventure was about to begin…. [Simko’s Birthday Last Year]

Simko,

Remember that time I was talking to that one boy on the phone, you know that one, and I had been really upset- and not even your funny banana phone was cheering me up- and you took out a notepad and started writing silly things on it like “remember easy breezy, it’s 2010!” and stuff like that that only we would get a kick out of because we are weird, and it became painful for me to keep my laughter in, which was a serious problem since I was on the phone with “the boy” having a serious conversation. Then I forgot why I was upset in the first place. We carried on our night drinking wine and talking about how silly our lives are…how one day we’d like to be the type of people that know that they should “waterproof” expensive fur rugs because they aren’t worth anything if they aren’t surrounded by friends spilling bottles of red wine on them, and that so and so is turning into such a such and such and isn’t that just so cool/sad/weird/funny/interesting. God I get a kick out of you.

You laugh at my jokes when they aren’t funny, you make fun of boys with me, you tell me when I’m acting like a child and need to grow up, you take theme parties seriously, and, in true Simko style, you won’t even care that this Birthday wish is a day late.

I knew when I met you an adventure was about to begin….

[Simko’s Birthday Last Year]

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A visual if you will.

A visual if you will.

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I have the best sister ever. Just got a box full of candy buttons, zebra stripe gum, pop rocks, fun dip and other shenanigans in the mail for my birthday (this Sunday). The following homemade card, written in a penmanship which upon seeing, you’d be instantly jealous of, was attached: “Dear Rachelle, Life is sweet, isn’t it? It was particularly sweet when we lived on Sierra Drive, and on a warm spring day, we’d get on our bikes - yours with the pink wheels, mine with the banana seat, the spokes click-clacking with their snap-on beads - and pedal our skinny little legs off to Ben Franklin, our long hair blowing behind us, our bangs flattened against the wind. Once we made it up the big hill by MeadowLane, we knew we were golden. The aisle of sugar was minutes away. We’d load our plastic bowls with these penny candies, stuff our mouths with our favorites, and pedal home. Our destination found; our simple journey made. If I could give you anything for your birthday, it’d be one more trip to BF when we were still young enough to be excited by the prospect of Laffy Taffys. Since I can’t give you that, here’s the next best thing. I filled a bowl for you of all our favorites (plus some toys that reminded me of you). Happy Birthday - take time to savor the sweetness of childhood once in awhile. You will always be, for me, the best part of it. Love you - Renee” Renee, I don’t know how in the world you found some of this stuff (like the “tube of balloons”-wasn’t that banned?- and the “grow your own”), but I assure you, it made my day…and my birthday. [A Visual]

I have the best sister ever. Just got a box full of candy buttons, zebra stripe gum, pop rocks, fun dip and other shenanigans in the mail for my birthday (this Sunday). The following homemade card, written in a penmanship which upon seeing, you’d be instantly jealous of, was attached:

“Dear Rachelle,

Life is sweet, isn’t it? It was particularly sweet when we lived on Sierra Drive, and on a warm spring day, we’d get on our bikes - yours with the pink wheels, mine with the banana seat, the spokes click-clacking with their snap-on beads - and pedal our skinny little legs off to Ben Franklin, our long hair blowing behind us, our bangs flattened against the wind. Once we made it up the big hill by MeadowLane, we knew we were golden.

The aisle of sugar was minutes away.

We’d load our plastic bowls with these penny candies, stuff our mouths with our favorites, and pedal home. Our destination found; our simple journey made.

If I could give you anything for your birthday, it’d be one more trip to BF when we were still young enough to be excited by the prospect of Laffy Taffys.

Since I can’t give you that, here’s the next best thing. I filled a bowl for you of all our favorites (plus some toys that reminded me of you). Happy Birthday - take time to savor the sweetness of childhood once in awhile. You will always be, for me, the best part of it. Love you - Renee”

Renee, I don’t know how in the world you found some of this stuff (like the “tube of balloons”-wasn’t that banned?- and the “grow your own”), but I assure you, it made my day…and my birthday.

[A Visual]