I want I want I want

Too much. How awesome is that retro specktone ipod dock?? And I need a bike. For reals. I want to work on it and ride around on quiet Sunday mornings when there is no traffic. And these sneakers remind me of mint n' chip ice cream. MY ALL TIME FAVORITE!

Sunday Funday this week..

My friend Lauren and I decided since Sunday was predicted to be 95 degrees, we were going to head to Venice Beach. We wanted to get an early start to beat traffic. We left around 8:45 and stopped at Walgreens for Gummi Bears, Swedish fish, and Peanut butter whoppers. Oh and a Pro frisbee (which we left in the trunk...haha). We got there in about 20 minutes, found a sweeeeet parking spot and plopped on the beach for about an hour. Then we ate some delicious Mexican food. The tacos were bomb, but I ate too many Swedish fish and couldn't finish my tacos. The beer portion of my belly was still empty however, so we had a couple of Coronas and had a heart to heart. We also talked about total dude stuff like silly movies and such. That's why I love that girl. After tacos and coronas, we meandered along the Venice strip and stopped at a ridiculously crowded bar and waited about 20 minutes just to get a pitcher of beer. Somehow it was 3 ish at this point. Not sure where the day went, but we didn't want to miss out out the prime sunshine, so we finished the pitcher in about 15 minutes and suddenly funnel cakes and corn dogs and root beer floats were calling our name. Lauren's funnel cake was fantastic. It had the works. Ice cream, whipped cream, nuts, sprinkles, some red syrup goo. I haven't had a root beer float since I was 5.

Let me tell you, at this point we were pretty fucking drunk and the walk across the sand to get a nice spot near the shore was maybe the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. It seemed miles away and finally we just collapsed on the sand and the sheer force of that deposited a ton of sand in Lauren's funnel cake. Did not stop her from eating it though. Atta girl. At this point it was time to bring out the dirty word game. Couldn't actually figure out the object of it or how to play correctly. Were we supposed to perform the things we spelled out?? Not gonna spread your ass Lauren, sorry... So we just put together raunchy sentences and passed out. To anyone who walked by...I hope they got a picture of us passed out amidst 23 cubes of dirty words. Classy.

Woke up an hour later, freezing, sober and just in time for the drum circle to begin. Didn't feel like sticking around, so we headed home and it was one of the best days I have had in a really long time.

Lauren rocks. I am gonna miss her when she moves across the country in a month ish.

I love:
1. Lauren
2. The smell of sunscreen
3. When it's such a warm night out and you're fine just wearing a T-shirt
4. Bathing suits
5. The sound of church bells and the sound of trains in the distance

Rant!!

We have this client at the salon who pretty much can get away with whatever she wants... She is a long time client of the owner. She is really harmless, but completely obnoxious. She has an opinion about everything such as thinking we should spend another $10,000 to build a second private cabana in the back, or that we should change our wall paper. She goes into the employee break room and pours herself coffee. She just feels very entitled.

Anyhow, today she comes behind the reception desk and is holding the New York Post. For one, I do not read the NY Post. It's the home of Page 6 and over-sensationalized and ultra conservative media. She is griping about the article that said the father of one of the actors from Slumdog Millionaire is trying to sell his daughter back in India because now she is a super star. The client said, "I knew once they did a movie about those people, something like this would happen. They are disgusting people." I said, "Well certainly what the father is doing is disgusting, but you cannot hate an entire culture and race." She said," Well this stuff only happens over there." I said, " In America there are fathers who rape and kill their children, so we're not any better." She said, "You know what I mean."

Um actually, no I cannot empathize with you in the least. It is vile, closed-minded, pea-brained people like you that perpetuate racism and stump intellectual growth... stupid cunt

Tan verdict is in early

I am allergic. Fuckety fuck. I tried out a tan towel. It was easy. Looks good, but fucking itches. Why oh Why do I have such sensitive skin???

Eh

I like blogging. I was kind of against it at first, but it's kinda cool.

Thanks mom

So last week, I was really sick with strep throat and my mom came out to take care of me. Actually, she freaked out and drove to LA because I didn’t answer my phone and she thought I was in a coma. Anyhow, to make sure that never happens again, mom insisted on meeting my neighbor across the hall. This is an annoying, old-fashioned, closed-minded comedian from Texas that it took me months of blowing off and ignoring for him to get the hint that I am not interested. So my mom has to go and tell him, “Oh you’re the comedian and you make awesome tacos”. Great mom, now he thinks I talk about him all the time. You failed to bring up to him that he is also the asshole who thinks I only date rich and cool people and sent me bizarre messages a 2 AM from his trip to Texas while he was high on blow and told me he liked me.
So now Pandora’s box is open yet again. Tonight I had a popcorn craving. I texted him and asked if he had popcorn. He said maybe, then I said, never mind I am making pasta. He said, I hate you could we be an item? I said, “What? Are you on drugs again? “ He then said he wanted to cuddle and watch she’s all that and kiss. I said he was crazy and that was that….
…Or so I thought until I was lying in bed at 1 am and get a knock on my door. I ignore it. Then I get a second knock. I ignore it. Then I get a 3rd knock and at this point I am very curious. So go fucking figure it’s the neighbor reeking of alcohol, barging in my apartment insisting we hang out this very second. WHAT THE FUCK? I am in my pj’s, my bed is obviously slept in, get the fuck out of my apartment. He was like, “I don’t care what you say, we are hanging out right now. We don’t have to make out, but lets just hang out.” I told him I was sleeping and he said that was lame and I am boring and he was moving to New York in a few weeks and we have to hang out right now. He wouldn’t leave and picked up my cat and threatened to take her and when I finally started to get an attitude and I told him if he didn't put down my cat I would stab him in the throat. He told me we are not friends and to never talk to him again.
Are you fucking kidding me? What is with this building? Between him, my douche bag building manager who sends me texts that say I look hot after I go running, the fucking 90026 gang that hangs out outside, the fucking drunks that pass out on the corner, I think maybe I should just fucking move. But living in Silver Lake in a studio for $775 is a pretty good deal. I just need to take a boxing class perhaps.

The Nest

That is the name of the magazine that was sent to me today. It's put out by The Knot. It's for Couples. Thanks assholes. Perfect fucking timing. Rub it in that I missed my chance with Thom and he doesn't want to date me. I normally love flipping through glossy magazines, but I can't bring myself to do it. For starters, the first 4 pages are dedicated to charities and it is titled "Causes for couples". Like if you've lost the spark in your love life, donating to charities will rekindle your love right? But still donate to charities... I am not hating on that. I just think it is weird that this magazine is new and on the stands when the economy is in dire straights and reputable magazines and newspapers are going under everyday due to lack of advertising, and somehow this dumb magazine thinks it has found a niche. Um. The divorce rate is about 50%.

Moving on. I just got over strep throat for the second time in 2 months. What??? I hate being sick and I hate being sick alone and I hate being sick within such close proximity to the last time I was sick. The doctor I went to was shaaady too. Didn't wash his hands, didn't change the sheet, didn't take a throat culture before he prescribed me antibiotics, and kept telling me I was beautiful. And the "receptionist" ( another doctor) asked me if I had insurance, then told me she didn't need to see my insurance card and literally pocketed my $40 co-pay that seemed negotiable. This is a doctor I found through my insurance company. Never going there again. Except I get the feeling they would prescribe me anything I ask for...

So it is that time of year....I do this every year... I buy a damn gradual tanning cream such as Jergens or Vaseline, and this year Aveeno and I try to cover my pasty skin. And every year I prove to be allergic to it and break out in hives, yet I always think it will be different. Like today, when I bought some. I refuse to tan naturally. No Way. I wear sunscreen everyday. I would never go in a tanning bed either. Hello Final Destination 4....

My goals this week:
1. Sew fucking something. Anything. Jesus. That's right, sew HIM.
2. Read a book or 4
3. Take my vitamins everyday
4. Organize my kitchen cupboards (yeah..lame)

I love my family, my life, my friends, and my cat.
xoxoxoxoxo

Mean Median Mode

In my opinion, time is flying by too fast. I can't believe it's already April. According to the Aztec Calendar, we only have about 2 and a half years left. One thing I am extremely happy about it the warm weather. I loved the cold weather in New York, but that was because it was expected. In Southern California, you're supposed to be able to wear a t-shirt year round. I can't wait until this summer. I plan to try things I haven't ever done, or done in a looong time. I want to hike, surf and camp. In no particular order.

I just got back from Trader Joe's. I bought 3 bunches of beautiful tulips for $1.29 each! I think going to TJ's in the middle of the week when they first open is the best time to go. God, going to TJ's in New York was an absolute nightmare. It consistently was a 40 minute wait in line. The line wrapped around the entire store, so you couldn't even shop because the line was blocking access to the shelves. Today, I managed to have the willpower to put back the chocolate cereal. It's funny because when you're a kid and you go to the store with your parents, you beg and plead for junk food. Now that I have the complete power to buy what I want, I think I am pretty responsible.

I just finished a book last night called, The Dogs of Babel. It was really good, well-written, and sweetly depressing. In fact, I cried when I finished it. It made me feel a little lonely. It's weird how books can affect your emotions. I once read a book called, Under Observation by Amalie Skram. It was incredible, but the character was so crazy, it made me feel a little crazy. The Bell Jar did that to me too.

I have kind of been thinking about maybe I want to go to cosmetology school. I think it would be fun to do hair and it wouldn't be monotonous and I could be creative. Just working at hair salons has influenced me a bit. It's funny that I spent 5 years of my life toiling away for a fashion degree, but I just think that even when the economy picks up, people aren't going to spend money on clothes like they used to.

This past weekend I hung out with one of the Australian bands I had met a few weeks ago. They came back to LA for one more show before they went home. I went to their show and it was really good. We hung out all night. Bought some beers and went back to my place. Then on Sunday, they checked out of their hotel and we headed to Venice Beach for a few hours. We went back to my place to kill time before they went to the airport and we played boggle. I had the best time. Those guys are the nicest people I have met in a long time. They were so grateful for me showing them around a bit. It kind of sealed the deal that I want to take myself to Australia in September for my 25th birthday. I think I can pay for it with my tax return. I know I should use that for my credit card, but I have never traveled outside the US, except for a day in Canada and some short Mexico trips. I have about 10 different places I can stay when I go. I hope it works out.

Anyhow, I am off to work. Here are a few things I love
-My family. Thanks for the computer!!
-My cat
-Sheryl and Julie!!
-Sleeping in a freshly made bed. Even better when legs are freshly shaved.
-Sunglasses
-Driving with the windows down
-Coffee
-Cupcakes