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I haven’t updated La Rosa Knows in a while, and that’s because I’ve been focusing on my new website: Side of Ginger.

La Rosa Knows has been my website for years now, so I don’t think I’ll ever be fully getting rid of it. But if you’re looking for updates on me, my travels, cooking, and things I find to be fun, then you’ve got to add Side of Ginger to your blogroll.

In addition to posting things I find funny, I’ll be sharing recipes, stories about my life, LA things, traveling adventures, and a lot more. (Did I mention every Saturday will be Caturday?)

Please check out my new blog, and I’d love to hear what you think!



It’s about time somebody said it; what we’ve all known for years, but never had the courage to say. Leave it to my friend Erin ( to out me.


Erin is a legit writer. Not just because she reads books and is a professional paid to practice her craft (wow!), but she is…

Read this blog post my hilarious friend James did and get a good LOL.

If There’s One Thing I Need…


…It’s a waffle food truck outside of my apartment every morning at 9 a.m. before I head to work.

I saw this article on the Wafels & Dinges truck in NYC and thought, “I am filled with a jealous rage that can only be solved by drinking wine.” And so I did, and so I did.

Also, there’s this food porn photo on their website:


Step up your waffle game, Los Angeles.

A friend from my masters program is leaving Los Angeles and moving to New York City.

While I respect the move (mostly because I have another excuse to visit NYC) it’s really sad to see her go.

This weekend we went to Malibu Wines in, well, Malibu, to drink and try to convince her to stay.

It didn’t work, but nonetheless we had a good time.

Mortified, June 20: Come See Me!


It’s a funny thing about diaries—they’re not meant to be read by anyone else but you.

Unless you’re a masochist, like me, and sign up for a show called Mortified where people volunteer to get up onstage and read the horrifying things they wrote in childhood.

Next Wednesday, June 20, I will be performing in this series.

I’d encourage anyone in Los Angeles to come out and watch, especially since the show’s creator, David Nadelberg, told me he’s having a hard time picking which humiliating story of mine I should tell.

Did I say to come to this show? I meant don’t come, please don’t come and laugh at me.


“Dennis. Party of three.”

We’d agreed on pseudonyms, but using Dennis’ name to make the reservation seemed like a funny idea…in my head…at the time. I went for it.

The host at the restaurant looked up, smiled her characteristically intense, $cient0l0gist smile, and spoke directly to me.

Have you all read about that time when James, Dennis and I went to visit the $cientol0gee center?!

(via ladouchebag)

Bitch Rant

This is the time on my blog when I get to rant about the things that have happened to me over the course of the week, and you all can tell me to either shut the fuck up, or commiserate and become my new favorite person. Here we go.


If I give you my phone to look at one photo, that does not make it okay for you to start scrolling through all of my pics.

You asked me to come get coffee and now all you’re doing is talking about how great your boyfriend is. This shit ain’t fun for me, k?

Mom, if you call me and I don’t pick up, that means I’m busy. Calling me over and over again and leaving multiple voicemails will not make me want to call yo ass back.

I had that parking spot first. Back off my balls, guy.

Don’t try and make “spontaneous” plans then get mad when I’m already busy. I’m very important (duh), you need to schedule in advance.

Blackberry, get your shit together.

My hair looks fantastic today and you know this, so don’t not compliment it.

Oh, I see, you can RT some random slut but you can’t bother to even favorite my very clever and witty tweet? Eff off.