I love that my friends and family take pictures when they find the elusive 31. My cousin, Vanny, took this photo at the San Diego Zoo.

Today’s karaoke scorecard: Me Voy (Julieta Venegas), Hopelessly Devoted to You (Olivia Newton John, Grease), Tú, Solo Tu (Selena version), Tragos Amargo (Ramón Ayala), I Will Follow You Into the Dark (Death Cab for Cutie), and First of the Gang to Die (Morrissey). [I picked songs to fit the sad song theme. Also, I’m already making a list of songs I need to sing next time I do karaoke.]

The boyfriend shares a birthday with Tiffany. I share one with Debbie Gibson. We were meant to be…

Cindy is is equal parts Marcha de Zacatecas and Camino de Guanajuato.

What do you call June Gloom during August? [The best responses were Fogust and “a runners dream” (from Lori). I’m tired of the overcast mornings. I like my August hot.]

Am I the only one who thinks cupcake shops use WAY too much icing? I take off like 95% of it. [I remove most of the icing from cakes too. I enjoy cake most when it’s just out of the oven. I like the “pansa” or the rounded top. My aunt’s would cut off this part to make the cake nice and level. The pansa was always a little bit crunchy.]

I want someone to make me pancakes or chilaquiles. [After a night of partying. I got my pancakes when I met up with a friend for brunch.]

I hate when I discover the true meaning of a song long after I’ve gleefully sung along many times. You can still be embarrassed way after-the-fact.

I should probably post something new at the blog considering LA Observed called me “venerable”… yikes.

Dear freshmen, it is not okay to call me at 8:15 am.

When I do laundry, I wonder how I got so much pink (dark shade) clothes. I’m not a fan. Then I recall that it was all marked down.

I like when guys notice little details and accessories, e.g. how my fingernails and toenails match my purse/earrings/bracelet/pendant. [I’ve decided aqua/turquoise and brown are my colors for the summer.]

I’m on Chicana time 90% of the time. I’m on time for flights and family events (mom tells me the wrong time). Movies too.

I made a really bad decision today. God saved me. I have to be good now.

My brother wants to use my frequent flyer miles to make a pilgrimage to different hot dog spots (e.g., Hot Dougs in Chicago).

When Bell Biv Devoe sang “never trust a big butt and a smile” did that rule apply to Chicanas too?

If these look familiar to some, that’s because they’ve all been recent updates on Facebook and Twitter.