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Monday, September 15, 2003 12:14 p.m.
So normally I don't vent to much about personal stuff but I have to right now to get it off my chest. Sometimes T can be, for lack of a better phrase, "totally blonde." Okay, we sold my Vespa Primavera to some chica in Seattle. The came through and she was able to make a reservation for drop off today at the shipping place. This ordeal was entirely T's show. So you would think, knowing that we had to rent a U-Haul, drive to Sherman Oaks to the Vespa boutique to pick up a crate and and then drop the scooter and crate off he would have made sure he had his shit together. I know I would have. We rent the U-Haul I meet him at home to drop off my car and load the scooter in. T is now frantically looking for tie-downs. You're kidding me right? You mean you didn't get it out ahead of time? You mean when you spent a god-damn week "cleaning" and "organizing" the garage by types of items you can't find it? I said it must be that the garage is so clean its lost. He said "shut up!" I chuckled and said let me know when you've find it I'm going to check my e-mail. Time has elapsed and I'm pretty pissed because I thought that this was going to be quick. T gives up and decides to go to the store to buy new ones. I lauged and said I am not going to the store with him. I suggested he take the car go and come back. What a dork! He pulls this shit all the time and doesn't think anythings wrong. Maybe i'm being overly anal, but if I were the point person for something I would make sure I have my shit together before I get the ball rolling. Wouldn't you?
Sunday, September 14, 2003 06:23 p.m.
Which Marc are you?
Sunday, September 14,2003 04:16 p.m.
I had such a fun night last night with Ro & Mo. The music last night was so rockin'! It was the usual Saturday night DJ but he was fantastic. He played an amazingly long 80's-New Wave set that really got as all groovin' in our nagauhyde booth. Because we are all into music, especially obscure, 80's new wave/industrial/punk stuff we decided to each make a mixed tape of our favorite/guilty pleasure songs for exchange. We suddenly became giddy like a bunch of teenagers. We started to whisper to our significant others of all that we could include. I felt like I was 15-years old. I woke up and 9am and began flipping through my CD collectin. Most of my guilty pleasure songs are MP3's on my home network. I'll need to flip through the MP3s of songs to include. I'm so excited about this assignment. I told Ro & Mo that I live for this shit. When my friend Kris went to college and I remained in HI I loved to make her mixed tapes. T saw a necklace a few weeks ago and said I needed to have it. After we drank all that we could drink we headed over to Fred 62 for some late nite eatz. The place was packed! I was so proud of myself that I didn't over drink and I sipped on pear cider all night. I miss cider, I need to remember to ask for that before jumping the gun and ordering up a Newcastle. Amazingly I didn't wake up with that nasty beer breath this morning like I did on Saturday morning.
Immediately following the rape of my CD collection and finding inaccesibility of my network I hoped on the phone to make my Sunday phone calls. I grabbed a big mug of coffee and sat on my front porch and called my girl A in Texas. I think we talk, maybe, once a month so I love hearing all that she's been up to since our last conversation. I think if it wasn't for the pita our calls would be endless. We talked for about 2-hours. We caught up with family stuff, work stuff, girl stuff and any gossip about common friends. A if you're reading this, I had a great time catching up with you!!
So we decided to have a party next week. We say it will be a small party but who the hell knows. We keep verbally inviting people but you know how it is, people say they'll show up and they don't. I expect, and hope, maybe 10 people show up. I called my friend in NoCal and invited her down for the weekend. I haven't seen her since I was living in ChiTown. I need to send out my e-vites tonight. I think we're going to have champagne, cocktails, two kinds of fondue and some other random junk food. All diets must be checked at the door.
We went to Franks for lunch. Our frequent pit stops are getting quite embaressing. They are starting to recognize us. They must think I don't know how to cook but really I do but I'm just so lazy and don't want to cook. Plus, I'm normally slightly hungover or have the beer headache on Sunday mornings/afternoons and don't want to do anything for myself. So we went to Franks, I had an incredible tasting bacon cheeseburger. Okay, I don't eat cheeseburgers and fries very much so when I do, it is so satisfying and such a treat. Mmmm...mmm...mmmm
After breakfast we hit this little nursery in Burbank. Our gardners cleared out some nasty plants along our driveway and we wanted to buy some simple pots and plant some horsetail. We found some great plain fluted pots and bought three mostly matured . T potted the plants when we got home. Because the area is along the house and drive way we're going to buy some river rock to cover the dirt. This will give it a very calming effect. While T worked on that I cleaned all our patio furniture and swept our patio free of leaves. The damn tree in the backyard is such a mess, I can't wait to get that removed. I'll sacrifice the semi-shade it provides to not have to clean up after the tree.
My mind is feverishly racing. I want to start on my "mixed tape" CD. I think I'm going to make two. Each one with its own theme. I think one will be more retro type stuff which would be my guilty pleasure and the second one: songs I can't get enough of. Okay, gotta get started.
Saturday, September 13, 2003 05:57 p.m.
There's a documentary called Up From Zero that documents the rescue, recovery and clean up efforts of 9/11. You can get your free copy here.
Tonight we are out with my favorite gay boys. We're going to our favorite night spot, Big Foot. We went there a few weeks ago and had a ton of fun dispite the fact there were some lame bands playing which meant no DJ. Tonights DJ is pretty good, he plays a good mix of Garage, Indie, and Punk. I wish I was tierd enought to nap after work today but with all the damn soda I drank I don't think there's a chance in hell that I will fall asleep.
I've been thinking about what to wear and am stumped. I always wear jeans, platforms and some sort of casual top. But I'm now tierd of my routine. I'm thinking a dress but I don't know. I feel like I need to be more careful about how I carry myself when I wear a dress/skirt. You know, acting more "ladylike." Whatever that mean.
For the most part I don't really feel that feminine. I know I'm feminine as opposed to those butched out lesibians. That's an entirely different ballpark. I guess what I'm trying to say is im not ultra girlie. Don't get me wrong, I think i'm totally girlie but when I'm around those girls that sip cocktails, sit up straight with their legs crossed and always eats with a fork I feel like, god, like, I don't know a f*ckin' man or something. I hate those girls. Those are the girls that wouldn't dream of drinking beer from a bottle, go to a strip club even though the atmosphere is normally pretty fun, always carries an equiped makeup bag. Man, that's way to high maintenance for me. I mean I love make up, I love dressing up, I love drinking cocktails -but I love an ice cold Guinness, I expect my makeup to wear off after a long night out, I know shit happens when you don't expect it to but i survive and make do with what I have. God, I really don't know what I'm talking about???
I finally sold my Vespa. Some girl in Seattle bought it. I'll be getting almost what I wanted for it. Nonetheless, I'm happy I sold it I really needed the cash and the scooter has just been hanging out in the garage since we moved into this house. Luckily we still have the Lambretta. Because the Lammy is so much more powerful it'll be no big deal to double up and ride on one scooter. If I didn't think i'd fall and break my neck I would ride side saddle and pretend we were cruising the cobblestoned streets of Florence. Ahhh...
I went to a going away party last night at Beckham Grill. A co-worker of mine is moving to London next week. We had a nice time, but T and I really have a hard time packing it in and calling it a night. A friend of mine, C, whom was a very good friend transitioned to a new department and we don't see each other much, anyway he was there and wanted us to go to another bar at about 9.30pm. We were going to go but at the last minute I changed my mind. I figured that the people that were going were all total frat boys and I didn't want to be part of that nonsense. We ended up coming home, watching some bad TV and then I headed off to bed. I needed to be awake and at work by 6am. Ouch!
Friday, September 12, 2003 03:56 p.m.
Today John Ritter and Johnny Cash died.
It's sad when people die. Even if you don't personally know them. When the individual is in the public eye and they die it affects you on a different level then say a relative. You think of things that were occuring in your life when you first became aware of that person. It doesn't matter what it is or how old you were, that moment in time just comes flooding back to you.
I was not really a fan of Johnny Cash or John Ritter but there are things about both these men that bring up totally different memories and experiences of my life. I think about the memory, I am reminded that the person is no longer of the earth, I am sad.
I know that death is inevitable but it frightens me to the core. I worry about it all the time. I worry about dying, I worry about loved ones dying, i worry about my friends dying. Sometimes day to day situations worry me. Like driving on the freeway during traffic hour. These situations do not affect me like they used to. But I worry a lot and sometimes I can't help it.
Death sucks. And it sucks that these two talented people are gone!
Wednesday, September 10, 2003 05:57 p.m.
Everything at work is so chaotic! To the point that when I get home I just want to do my own personal slacking and not think at all. Work makes me feel old.
We're debating if we should see Black Flag on Friday. Its the OG line up which would make for a pretty amazing show. We've been really reluctant to spend many on concerts just because we know we should be routing the cash for other things. Things of necessity. But then again, we do eat out a lot which kind of contradicts my previous statement.
I have a going away party to attend this Friday. I'm not really that good friends with JS but i'll go anyway. She's moving out of the country so I'd like to wish her the best of luck.
I used to make daily lists. Things I had to complete, errands and things I personally wanted to accomplish. I don't do that anymore. I have a spiral bound calendar that I carry with me but my lists have been reduced to work related items. I have no personal, daily goals. It is sad. I felt better when I would set goals for myself no matter how small and having the feeling of success when they were accomplished. I mean I was motivated to complete the items I jotted down earlier in the day. I would make the time to get little things done. I had errands on their like buy stamps, but I also alloted time for giving myself a pedicure. Little things that made a huge difference. I think I need to go back to my lists. I was happier, motivated and had a sense of direction.
I washed my face with some soap that I don't normally use. I think I may be allergic. My face is now itching and my left eye is burning....My reaction is to rub my eye. i have no control and I do and it burns more. Uuggghh...its so uncomfortable.
I will be making a trek to the market this evening. I need food bad! Except for my Monday morning routine, I hate eating out due to my and T's laziness to go to the market or hunting in the kitchen to cook dinner. I want to go to Trader Joes. I want trail mix. They have this incredile trail mix with peanuts, almonds, chocolate chips, peanut butter chips and cherries. Yum!
I need to let T use the computer so we can get outta her.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003 07:35 a.m.
I've had two cups of black coffee and a bite of a crumb cake, which was way to sweet. I'm going to need some real food or I'll be bouncing off the walls by mid-morning.
I'm so addicted to that MTV reality show Newlyweds: Nick and Jessica. I think its hysterical. Jessica Simpson is so naive and spoiled to that point that I'm in completely sucked in and in awe that someone could be so...I don't know...childlike.
A friend of mine did a television shoot for the Style Channel this past weekend. It was for a feature(ette) on Teenage Millionaire. Out of the deal he got a ton of free shiznit from the company. He knows I find Teenage Millionaire "wicked" so he brought me one of their trucker hats called "One Track Mind." It has a DJ guy, standing behind his double turntables, in a leather jacket, bandana and truckin' hat with arms crossed across his chest Run DMC style. It's a crack up. The graphics are so simple in all their products, the tag lines are genius and when you see their stuff you just get.
I'm thinking of having a little party at our place. I really want people over but I hate the after party cleanup, it is such a pain. Especially when you wake up hung over and your place reeks of alcohol. There's not a whole lot that I find more stomach churning. More to come about this.
Tuesday, September 9, 2003 06:54 p.m.
I wore my red birthday shoes to work today. I bought them in February and very seldomly wear them because they are not totally broken in. I figured since I don't do to much walking around at work that this would be the best opprotunity to break them in. They looked cute as hell with my black cropped trousers, Mary is my Homegirl tee and jean jacket but god I need a good foot massage!
So I found this funny translator. Its called The Shizzolator. What you do is enter a URL and it translates it to Snoop talk, you know, that "hizzo" "shizzle" B.S. I traslated my pita and it was pretty damn funny!!
Monday, September 8, 2003 06:43 p.m.
I cleaned the kitchen today like nobody's business. It is now sparkling! We went to breakfast today at 101 Coffee Shop. It was still stuck in my head after yesterday's breakfast fiasco. The thing I love about 101 Coffee Shop on Monday's is that the people watching is phenomenal. I've seen Gavin Rossdale, Donovan Leitch and a few others. Today was pretty good as well if not a little uncomfortable for me. We took a seat next to a thin, attractive woman. But upon further inspection I noticed we were sitting next to supermodel Claudia Mason. Within minutes another model, a friend of hers, came in and took a seat in her booth. I had ordered Huevos Rancheros and it is a little intimidating scarfing down eggs, black beans and salsa a foot away from a model. I decided not to eat like a trucker and took my time eating like a lady, cutting the tortilla and taking small bites of food. I was horrified and felt like such a pig. I found it kind of funny.
A few tables over from us was Tarina Tarantino. She is a jewelry designer and was pivotal in all that Swarovsky crystal jewelry and accessories always featured in InStyle, Vogue etc...Her hair was a beautiful shade of pink with just a little dab of black roots peaking through. T was not impressed. I told him that her wedding was featured in an old wedding issue of Instyle (the one with Debra Messing on the cover). We came home and I dug the magazine out to show him. He seemed more impressed since he realized I wasn't lying through my teeth.
You know, we need to stop eating out so much. We're off to dinner at El Compadre. I really need to go to the market so I can cook at home.
Monday, September 8, 2003 09:30 a.m.
I'm in the mood to do some shopping. I just need a few basics and want to prepare for the fall weather. I think I want to go to Old Navy. I think I want some tops, maybe a black and a tan sweater and some pinstripe trousers. Basic work fare, nothing to fancy. I think I'll head over around noon. Luckily, Old Navy is near the Galleria. I took my weeding ring in to get totally cleaned and revamped and I need to pick it up. It was actually ready on Satruday but I like to avoid the Galleria on the weekends.
I didn't get much housework done yesterday. I started playing X-Box then moved on to TV and the next thing I knew it was 7pm and I had to meet friends at 8pm. What a waste of a day. I hate when I do that. I feel gross when nothing gets done because I was vegged out in front of the boob tube.
I really need to get back to the gym. I need to change my habits and get back into my old routine. Like i've said numerous times it's hard to get excited about things in this heat. I find that in the summer I become so much more lazy. If this is true, when the fall weather rolls around I should have no problem with visiting the gym.
I've let my nails get to long. I wanted to see how I would like it long and it's nice but very difficult to do my day to day things. Like typing and opening a can of Diet Coke. These nails may need to go. Because they are long i'm afraid to trim them and then have to file them all pretty. I may just go to a nail place and get a manicure. You know, I probably have only gotten into manicure and pedicures maybe a year or a year and a half ago. I love it. You pay maybe twenty dollars for both and it's such a pampering experience and really makes me fell like a girl. You walk outta the salon happy and with a skip in your walk.
Sunday, September 7, 2003 03:45 p.m.
I woke up early toady, drove down to the 76 that has the high performance gas for 2.15/gallon, took the dogs for a walk then came home and relaxed. Tela woke up about an hour or so after me so we decided to go get an early breakfast in Silverlake.
What a disaster. We attempted to get on Sunset Blvd. but the god damn street was closed. There was absolutely no way to get on to Sunset. What a bitch! There was some dumb ass bike, marathon thing that caused the entire street to shut down. We took weird side streets to get on the south side of sunset and maybe find parking-no dice!
Scratch silverlake, let's go to 101 Coffee Shop instead. We hitail it down to hollywood only to find that the place is packed. So early on a Sunday? How strange. To top it off it was traffic all the way there. I have anxiety due to all the craziness on the street and beg T to just head to Burbank for old reliable Franks. We get there and everything is as it should be. Coffee, paper and strawberry waffles. No hollywood hussle and bussle.
We then headed to Arte De Mexico to look at doors. I would like to eventually get a new door. Something strong and Mexicany and I wanted to get some ideas. There's some nice things at the store but way to expensive. When the time comes, maybe we should go to mexico ourselves and pay a fraction of the price
I want to do some housework but the oppressive heat is making me lazy. Usually my motivation is increased at about 5pm. So until then its the computer and X-box for me. I'm meeting some friends tonight for drinks so I should probably shower and wash my hair so its dried in time so I can flat iron the hell out of it before leaving the house.
I love my flat iron so much. I don't know what I would do without it. I know the summer months would've been hell and I would have had frizzy, gross hair. I have a CHI flat iron and it is amazing! It makes my hair stick straight. I have super thick, shoulder length hair and I can get may hair super straight in about 20-minutes.
Saturday, September 6, 2003 04:57 p.m.
I am determined to see a movie this weekend. About 6-9 months ago I read about this little movie previewing in Sundance with rave reviews. Okay, I should backtrack a little...As a teenegare, I'd say about 13 or so, I was very obsessed with the mid-late 80's skateboarding culture. You know, Steve Caballero, Gator, Christian Hasoi, yeah they were in there late teens to early to mid-twenty's. They would have these giant skateboarding exhibitions and I was always there, whether I got there by mom, friends mom or bus. I had skateboarding magazines, skateboarding paraphenalia in the form of shoes, shorts, t-shirts, I loved Vision Street Wear, I hung out with a lot of skateboarders, yadda, yadda, yadda. Okay, I was totally excited when Dogtown and Z-Boys came out. I saw it opening day. It was strange to see Tony Alva doing all this press locally, like he was doing signings in places like Urban Outfitters. I'm not here to go on about that.
Soon after Dogtown came out I read about this little documentary, with not much backing being played at Sundance. I was ecstatic. The story is a facinating and tragic documentary about Mark "Gator" Rogowski. So needless to say, I am detemined to see Stoked: The Rise and Fall of Gator In a nutshell the is what the movie is about. Yes, its a link, did you really think I was going to type it all out? I'm expecting it to be awesome. I spread some hype about it at work during the week. I think I may have encouraged some people to see it. I just needed to share my excitement. Fearless readers, if you see it and hate it don't blame me.
On a lighter note
The gardners came by today. The yard looks great. They got rid of all these yucky plants lining the side of the house. The downside is that the side is now sparse. Just mulch and some grass. But the front yard looks amazing. When it cools down T and I have to do some gardening with the cactus thing we have in the front yard.
Im so looking forward to this weekend. I don't have plans but I'm just looking forward to chill. I'm meeting a friend tomorrow night for drinks at the Blue Room. I used to work with this friend but things happen and we no longer work together. From what he's told me he's doing great. He is back working in the film industry and is already booked for 3 major feature films. How lucky for him to find a job in his old market so quickly.
Its so weird knowing so many people how strive or are currently working in the entertainment industry. When going out around town (LA) you can smell the entertainment hunger in the air. LA is just weird. Just like my dog!
Friday, September 5, 2003 05:01 p.m.
Not only has this week been extremely chaotic but such an adrenaline rush! When our servers go down, systems don't work, advertisers cannot log into our advertiser interface; the office is a circus. I am frantically running around the office tracking down solutions and fixes. I love the drama. The day flys by and before I know it its 3pm and time to bail. When all returns to normalcy I will be happy but will miss when one hour of time feels like 15-minutes.
I have diagnosed Daisy with mild OCD. She will not eat out of any other bowl but her own purple-tiger-striped bowl. She cannot tolerate any bowl in which she is able to see her reflection. She will not eat a doggie bagel unless she is able to bury it in the dirt for at least 10 minutes. If there is a snack or food placed on a towel or blanket she will pull the blanket/towel out from under it and rather eat it off the floor. she will not lay on a blanket as is-she must first move and jumble it all about while crying until it is exactly to her liking. She is a strange little dog.
Tuesday, September 2, 2003 09:00 a.m.
Another day off of work!!! Woo-hoo! It's time for breakfast. I want to eat a berry type muffin but I don't have any muffin tins to make some. Note to self...next visit to the Target: buy some muffin tins. I find it strange that I own those little paper cupcake holder things you line a muffin tin with but don't actually own muffin tins. Hmmm....strange.
On Sunday night we went to the Big Foot Lodge and had a pretty good time. About 5 Newcastles (for me) and 5 whiskeys (for him) we left the bar and we were all starving. We hoped in our car and carpooled down the street to Fred 62. I know I lost my better judgement when I realized I had a giant peanut butter, chocolate, banana and carmel pancake sitting in front of me. Honestly, it was very good. You know, we've been to Fred 62 a few times and every time I go I want to be impressed by the food but I really am not. It's not horrible food but it isn't that great. I may give it a few more tries and then give up all together. There are other restaurants on Vermont Ave that I do enjoy much better. But then again I shouldn't really bitch since it was after 1am and my food options are greatly limited.
I did absolutely nothing on Monday. Just watched TV, took a nap, went out for some ice cream. Cold Stone is my faveorite place to go for ice cream. Its close to my house and they have a cream flavored ice cream and the ice cream is so soft and deliciously creamy.
Mmmmm.....I'm hungry and I want a berry muffin and coffee-god dammit!
Sunday, August 31, 2003 08:15 p.m.
SLO was a bust. The wedding was nice the reception was okay but I was a little bored. Didn't know a single sole except for the bride and groom. I felt bad I didn't stick around long enough to join in the post wedding festivities. The doggies were waiting back at the hotel and I was terrified leaving them alone in an unfamiliar place.
The drive up to the central coast was amazing. Once you past Santa Barbara its all coastal driving. The sweeping views at Pismo and Shell Beaches are so beautiful. The air was crisp and cool and the fog rolling in off the ocean was awe inspiring. I love the cool climate. On the way back home once we hit LA County it was hot and sweaty. But it is nice to be home even if I was only gone for a night.
We spent the afternoon cleaning up the house. We left it in total shambles but now its nice and clean. The only thing left to do is to vaccum. The best surprise was pulling up to the house to a nice manicured lawn. The gardners came while we were away and they did a great job now all we have to do is water and get all the nasty brown spots green. We have this little desert oasis thing in the middle of the lawn. It's a circle shape made out of garden pavers with a giant Agave, cactus type palm and various species of cactus/succulants and the pavers were totally hidden by overgrown lawn and weeds. We came home and we could actually see the pavers. Im so happy. I no longer need to hang my head down in shame as I walk up my driveway.
So my nails are getting outta control. They are long and the tapping on the keyboard is annoying as hell. BUT I don't want to cut them just yet. I have yet to break a nail, which is simply remarkabale. it looks pretty and girlie when painted and I feel more feminine with the girly nails. Once a nail breaks I will trim them all.
On Friday night we went to the most annoying bar. We went to a birthday party at Saddle Ranch at Universal City Walk. The Saddle Ranch is a Western themed overpriced bar and a restaurant. They have mechanical bulls and girls walking around selling cowboy hats. Anyway the drinks were so expensive. When we got there T flowed a twenty my way to grab two beers. I ordere to ultra yummy Hefeweizen and the bartender barked Two ID's and two bodies now. Okay, first I am not liking being barked at straight off the bat and second why is he being such an asshole from the get go. He made my drinks and I passed the twenty over expecting that I paid somewhere between $10-$15 for the two drinks. He says thanks and leaves the change on the table...a measly $2.50.I nearly fainted. I was pissed. I told T how much it was and he couldn't believe it. We drank the beers and ended up being sucked into the fun and paying another $17.50 for two more Hefeweizen. When we both decided to stay a little longer we had to cave and order Bud Lights. The people there were gross. It was a total meet market, it was just single twentysomethings looking to score. We left after three beers. Luckily we valeted the car so we didn't need to walk to far. The best part of the night was paying for the valet and finding out it was actually cheaper to valet and not selfpark and having to hike across the entire hell that is city walk.
In about an hour I am meeting Ro, Mo, Val and hopefully Mel and J at the Big Foot Lodge. Im wondering if its going to be crowded since tomorrow is a holiday. I'm hoping they have a DJ rather then live music tonight. I want to listen to music not watch it. Normally the DJ plays an awesome mix of Garage, Indie, and Punk and it really sets the mood of the joint.
We took the doggies to the vet on Friday. Thank goodness for animal health insurance. They both received a basic check-up, heart worm shots, and nasty sodomizing butt poo tests. We requested some pills to sedate the doggies and that is all we paid for everything else was covered by their health insurance plan. Damn those dogs have great coverage. I wonder if its PPO or HMO? I wonder if that even matters with dogs? When Daisy was getting her butt probed she looked so violated and humiliated. She hung her head down and wouldn't look at us. I bent down to look at her and she looked away. I felt so bad. I think she was slight traumatized. I think I need to buy her a new sweater to make up for it. It may even need to be Burberry.
Thursday, August 28, 2003 06:20 p.m.
So T forgot to call the vet this week. This means we need to find someplace else to house the dogs while in SLO. I think any other place we go to will be to expensive. Our vet gives us a pretty decent rate and house the dogs in a single kennel. I'm thinking that maybe I'll have T call the vet and maybe pick up some doggie sedatives and we'll just take them with us. The sedatives will be nice while we're out of the hotel and actually at the wedding and the nice thing is that the doggies can sit in A/C while we're away.
Tomorrow night I'm debating if I should go out or not. I'm afraid i'll go out and stay out to late. But I guess it will depend if I can pack and kind of clean my place tonight. If we go out I think we're going to swing by the Saddle Ranch Chop House. Not really my scene but there's a b-day party there.
The VMAs were tonight. I don't know how many people will disagree with me but I did enjoy the opening act with Madonna, Brittany and Christina. It made me excited to get the show underway.
So my mom is thinking of coming up for her Thanksgiving ritual. I'm excited, I told her the Thanksgiving trip is a no brainer and its just something she needs to do every year. We'll probably do the usual things but this time she wants to hit the outlets in Camarillo and Cabazon. I prefer the Camarillo outlets because all the good clothes places are there. So in a nutshell the trip will probably be a whrilwind, shopping extravaganza.
Okay I shouldn't be writing to long because I want to pack my stuff for the weekend.
Tuesday, August 26, 2003 07:07 a.m.
I am looking forward to our trip to San Luis Obispo. Living in the city makes going to small town USA such a joy. I love SLO. Its small, quite and completely laid back. I am really excited about the drive north. SLO is approx 4-hrs north of Los Angeles. T and I want to leave at the crack of dawn when the sky is gray and the air is crisp. This will ensure we reach Santa Barbara when the sun is up and we can stop for breakfast. This will be such a mental break for me and something that i've been craving for a few months. I was able to get Tuesday off of work so I'll have a nice long 4-day weekend. I wish the doggies could come with us but I would feel bad leaving them in the hotel room while we are at the wedding and I think the car ride would be much to hot for them.
I spoke to my namesake friend on Sunday morning which was nice. She recently moved to Texas and was curious if her move went okay. She and her family seem happy and that makes me happy.
For the past three years i've had this urge to visit Texas and New Mexico and Arizona. T and I have been talking about this so hopefully when we get some cash saved up we can go on a little trip.
Although work has calmed down a bit the mental scarring is still there. The job market here sucks and I don't have the motivation to "job hunt." I guess I can't really complain if I won't act on it. I can't find anything I would really want to do that will pay me what I am making now. The jobs I would like to do have the worst pay. Its like the pay you would expect to make with an afterschool job.
My little dog has a Friendster account and she has about as many Friendsters as I do. It's almost a job going through her account leaving the testimonials, etc. Those Boston's are crazy! They are always leaving messages, posting on the bulletin boards and updating their testimonials. Whew...
Sunday, August 24, 2003 04:04 p.m.
The day has been such a waste. Its hot, sweaty and gross but rather then leave the house T and I have opted to stay in and waste the day away in front of the TV. I have finally mustered up the energy to get up and do some laundry and dishes.
We have such a problem at keeping the place neat. We'll do it if we know someone is stopping by but within days the place is a wreck again.
I cut a little bit of bangs last night. I was tierd of evrything being almost the same length. Its not a mass of bangs as I previously had but just a little to soften the hair around my face. I cut them so the edges are really choppy so then it matches with the rest of my hair. I like and am considereing doing a little bit more. God, its been nearly 3-years since I stepped foot in a hair salon. I don't think I'll have the courage to go back.
Im feeling a surge of motivation to clean my place up. Gonna jump on the urge before it goes away
Friday, August 22, 2003 04:43 p.m.
This week is almost over. Tomorrow shouldn't be so bad. Actually, I enjoy working on Saturdays. It's quiet. I get a lot done. And there is a small staff in the office. Best of all I enjoy having Mondays off. I like going out for a leisurly breakfast, shopping on Third Street and pretending I don't work.
Work! Uugghhh.. Don't enjoy it but gotta do it. I've complained so much about work i'm a little embarassed. It's just hard not to when its the foremost thing in your mind. Maybe I should start a livejournal just to vent about work and then other people can comment and vent about there work.
I went for sushi today at A'float and wore my James Perse shirt with the ultra long sleeves. I got back to my office and noticed that their were soy sauce stains at the bottom of my shirt sleeves. I was so sad. This has become my most favorite and most comfortable shirt I own. Anyway I got home and remembered that I had bought a tub of OxyClean. I decided to give it a whirl and you know what, it actually worked. I proceeded to find other things I own with stains and cleaned those items as well. I have to read the cleaning capabilities on that thing to see what else I can clean of nasty stains.
The weather has finally calmed down. Its no longer as hot and gross as the past few weeks. I am actually awaiting mid to late fall. When the air gets crisp and the daytime weather is nice and cool. The one thing I do miss since leaving chicago is the change of seasons.
I recently bought the new Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies new CD. It is so funny. This CD's theme is R&B-ish. They cover Seal, 98 Degrees, r.Kelly, Vanessa Williams. Its great. They do a fabulous cover of I Believe I can fly.
Thursday, August 21, 2003 10:20 a.m.
T has broken down. We are getting a gardner. Thank the lord!!!!! We have the ugliest lawn on the street. We, maybe, mow the lawn twice a month. Our backyard is okay but the front yard is just plain embarrassing. T has finally come to the realization that yard work is as much a waste of time as doing laundry at the laundramat. I must call mom and tell her of the revalation. She will be so happy.
This week has been pure hell! I will spare the work details but i'll be glad to put this week behind me.
I am so looking forward to next weekend. It will be nice to take the long drive up to San Luis Obispo for AB's wedding. I want to leave really early so we can have a liesurly drive up.
Monday, August 18, 2003 05:45 p.m.
I've given myself ghetto nails! I've allowed my nails to grow and now I can barely type. I type with the tip of my nails and the tapping noise is so annoying. The worst part is that i have painted them gold. It's not totally ghetto but I don't normaly let my nails get long so this is definetly a change. I don't think it's going to last very long. I think I am a short nailed girl. It's easier to get by with and I don't have to constantly worry about breaking a nail. Although I now have the nails, what must one do to be truly ghetto.
I had a mostly uneventful weekend. I mainly hung out at home. I at least got to spend time with T as he didn't really need to work.
On Friday we went down to Little Armenia to go to the White Horse. It was fun. We met Val and Mar. there for a few drinks. At around midnight or so the little Russian lady that runs the place started grilling up hot dogs behind the bar. It was pretty damn cool. Ice cold New Castle and free hot dogs. What a night!
Saturday was so damn hot that all we wanted to do was be in A/C. We had a late breakfast at Foxy's then headed over to the Beverly Center to stay cool in the A/C. I really wanted to go to Bloomies while we were there so I could pick up the new Teenage Millionaire (Mary is my Homegirl) shirt. I bought it and I love it. We strolled the mall and checked out the primo goods and Vuitton. I would one day like to own a Louis Vuitton luggage set. That is my goal. Not my goal in live but one of my goals I would like to reach.
Sunday was brunch with D at Millies in Silverlake. Millies has great food. Nothing fancy, but everything good. What really gets me is that they only have yummy berry pancakes and french toast on the weekdays but never on the weekends. I think that it is because it takes to long to cook but pancakes are so easy. what's the problem?
I have spending an extraordinary amount of time on Friendster. Its obscene really. I am up to 20 friends so far. My dog, Daisy, is on Friendster as well and she has 10 friends. She has already surpassed T with her group of friends. If you're on Friendster let me know by signing my guestbook and be sure to leave your email address so I can find you on Friendster, I would be happy to add you to my list.
Friday, August 15, 2003 07:58 p.m.
I find myself on Friendster every chance I get. Its quite pathetic. Im always searching for people who I know, knew and want to know. UUUggghhh....If you're familiar with Friendster, I've decided to befriend every Amber in my personal network. I haven't started my quest soon but I will.
It feels like a 110 degrees. I gotta finish this tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 12, 2003 02:37 p.m.
Sometimes when i'm typing all day I feel like my fingertips go completely numb (specifically my left pinky and right middle finger). I doubt this is a good thing but how am I suppose to tell my boss, "please excuse me from touching my keyboard, as my fingertips are totally numb." That sounds retarded. I'm sure this is a common office fatality like Carpal, which I am in denial about having. It's my war scars.
Yesterday was the last day of avoiding the gym and all other physical activity. I am ready to resume my good, healthy habits. The puppies have been negelected for the last week. Back to the Hollywood Hills! I will also be resuming with the weight training this week. I really wish I could get my lazy ass out of bed at 4am so I could go to the gym before work. I get so lazy after work, especially with it being, like, a hundred degrees outside. Maybe that will be my goal tomorrow? To wake up and head straight for the gym.
So, it really kills me to go back and read past entries. I hate noticing my typos and bad grammar. I have to supress my urge to log in and edit the typos. I figure its a fact of life. If there were in writing I wouldn't go back, scratch it out and re-write the word/phrase. I think I may have actually corrected spelling errors only once or twice which isn't to bad considering there have been so much more opportunity that I have turned down.
At about 5pm this eve. my work is having a "work thing" at a local Pasadena bar. I'll probably head over with T in tow. This will be the first work function where our alcohol consumption will be limited. Normally it's an open bar for 5 hours or so. But I work with a bunch of alcohol chugging animals, who are normally double fisting their drinks, and I'm sure the bar tabs are out of the world. From my understanding we will be given maybe two drink tickets and once that's finished we're on our own.
I was doing some work today and came across this funny, site. I can't determine if the furry critters are hamsters, rats or kitties.
Sunday, August 10, 2003 09:28 p.m.
It's so damn hot! I don't have AC and I can barely feel my fan. No matter what T says it is oppressive! I tried to escape the heat today by losing my self in Target. Okay, as much as I love Target, it sucks to be there when you don't really want to be there, and it sucks to be there on a Sunday afternoon. There were so many people and so many screaming children. I had a gift card so I picked up a few things to make my trip worthwhile. One thing I am truly excited about is that Isaac Mizrahi has designed a womens line for the bullseye. There are still a few things that haven't been released to the store yet. I am anxiously waiting for one specific item, I don't want to say what though. Not yet anyway.
The new tattoos are healing up and it looks like I will need to get a touch up. But I expected that with fingers. I don't think I'll get them touched up right away though. I'll wait till I get some new artwork on me then i'll touch up the starry stars.
T amd Lance are organizing the garage right now. They want to throw up some new shelves to hold some of their work stuff.
So this Friendster thing truly has me under its spell. I constantly check it for testimonials or possibly leaving testimonials for my friends. It's hard to think of things to say about other people. I mean its not hard to say something nice but its hard to say something nice and witty.
I was straigntening my hair today and at one point some of my hairs was over my eyes and I reached to grab my flat iron and I totally grabbed the wrong end. I stuck my hand out for it and I really thought I was grabbing the right end but I grabbed the iron plate instead. My thumb is a little numb right now. I expect to find a big purple spot on it tomorrow morning. It currently looks a little shiny and leathery at the moment. And when I touch it there's a very string tingle to it.
I really have nothing interesting to say so I will quite while i'm ahead.
Friday, August 8, 2003 06:02 p.m.
A friend of mine was telling me that on August 27 Mars is going to be 186 light seconds away from earth. Bascically, what this means, is that on the night of the 27th Mars will look as close to earth as the moon does and rumour has it it will appear that we have two moons up in the sky. dum, da, dum....creepy. I don't think we should be seeing another planet so up close and personal. But, of course, i'll be out there with my camera taking pictures feverishly.
It's still so sticken hot here. I sometimes wish i were at work because they have the AC cranked so high.
I haven't been eating to much recently. I just haven't been in the mood at all. I'll maybe eat a power bar for breakfast and maybe even one for lunch. But when I try to down real food I feel nauseated. This used to happen in Chicago and I think its a result of this heat. I just want liquids and nothing else.
I was at work the other day and came across this site. they offer completely rude and offensive shirts. I don't think I have every seen anything so offensive before. I personally am not offended but I know there are tons of folks out there who would be.
Thursday, August 7, 2003 10:07 p.m.
I feel like I need a vacation but am hesitant to request some days off until I know exactly what it is I want to do. I hate using vacation days frivolusly. I'd like to go to Chicago or New York or even just a quick vacation to San Francisco since its so cheap to get there. I would take days off if people came to visit but I don't have any visitors arriving in the new future.
I feel bombarded with personal issues that I need to discuss but the pitas is not the avenue for this.
So I added a couple of new things to the page. I put up a link to 100 Things about me. This is on the left hand column. I also added a link, for those who actually read this blog, can tell me a little bit about you. I'm also thinking of adding a rotation of surveys to the left had bar as well. If you are opposed or are in favor please let me know by signing the guest book. Even if you don't sign my guestbook I will through one up anywayl. You see, I love survey's. I love to fill them out. Diaryland has a shit load of them. I love filling them out when we get them in the mail. But I don't like phone surveys, those phone survey people as well as telemarketers can all go to hell!
Tuesday, August 5, 2003 02:28 p.m.
I am at work. My headphones are on and the Buzzcocks are blaring through the speakers. I want to drown out the sounds of work. The endless sounds of keyboard tapping and phones ringing. I am hiding behind my flat panel monitor hoping nobody notices me but they have. I just don't make eye contact. I don't want to be here today. My mind is drifitng and I have a severe loss of appetite for the second day.
New Song.....Cock Sparrer. Yeah. I love this band. I need to go home and dig out my vinyl copy and listen to it. I love listening to vinyl. The crackling noise of the vinyl is fantastic. It makes me think of days when I was younger. I won't produce a dream sequence just yet as I have 29-minutes before I leave for the day. I have over 1,000 MP3's on my work computer and I have days when I can't even find one thing to listen to. I am constantly downloading music. I am always on a quest for more music. I have downloaded much of my work music on to my removable harddrive and have uploaded it on my home network. T is also downloading music like a madman. I need to find some time and burn some CDs.
If by chance my mom is reading this (mom, this is the part where you stop reading or skip to the next paragraph) I got another tattoo this weekend. It's very small but I wanted them so badly. I got a little pink star on each of my pinkys. They are cute! But will definetly be much cuter once the swelling goes down.
We went to a great little restaurant/bar on Sunday afternoon. Gotta love the 7-day happy hour. They had martinis for $4.00. How can you go wrong. They also had my fave drink the Mojito for $4.00. Needless to say I indulged in the cheap bar prices. I don't think I'll be doing that again for a while. I sometimes contemplate not drinking anymore. Although I haven't had to experience a hangover in such a long time 1)they are not fun, 2)they are a complete waste of a day and 3)thinking back to the previous nights events they are not always worth it. I used to be very careless and not give a rats ass whether my nights events would lead to a hangover. I normally spent the next day suffering and wishing I could curl up and make it go away. These days normally consisted of my on the couch sweating like a pig or on my knees in the bathroom praying to god to end this. Living through many of these god awful days I have learned to cut myself off. I am much more responsible never letting myself become a belligerent drunk. It's not worth it. And I am to old for that nonsense.
AB's wedding is coming up in SLO, CA. I can't wait. I was very proactive and already purchased her gift, if you can believe it I gave in to the gift registry. The present is wrapped but I am still waiting for the right emotion before I sign the card. I want to leave her a nice memorable note. I just don't know what to wear. I've already decided what ever I choose it must be long sleeves. I don't want the tattoos blaring out taking away from her day. T will probably where a light gray or khaki colored suit with a casual button front shirt. He just got this nice pinkish ben sherman, i think he should wear that but ultimately it will be his choice. I have one friend who also knows AB (we all went to Jr. High) together, I'm trying to convinve her to crash the wedding and come as my and T's date. So far no word from her on this.
My bladder is in overdrive. I'm outta here.
Sunday, August 3, 2003 12:13 p.m.
A few weeks ago I received a new Netflix movie called The Lifestyle: Swinging in America. First this is about "swing" dancing but the other kind of swinging. See I love documentaries of any sort so I was excited about seeing this. Okay, I felt dirty after watching this. I had this impression that they were only interviewing people but they showed some full on swinging! It is one thing to watch graphic sex scenes when the people are younger but these were seniors. As in senior citizens. I was completely and utterly grossed out. I think swinging is for the older set. There was only one couple that was interviewed that were maybe in their mid-30's everyone else would qualify for the senior special at your nearest IHOP. Uughh! Yuck! I am repulsed. But at the same time I was completely hypnotized and could not pull myself away from the TV. T laughed at me as I yelped and screamed watching this movie. I was glued to my seet in pure amazement. I mean how often do you get to see a Granny in bondage gear squating on a stage and thrusting her pelvis and a group of onlookers?
I'm in the midst of watching The Ring. Such a good horror movie. I saw it in the theater but wanted to watch it again before Netflix sends me the original Japanese flick Ringu.
I'll be heading over to Mirabelles in a few hours. A bunch of us are meeting up for Sunday happy hour.
When my mom was out here in May she brought along her flatiron. I used it a few times while she was here and decided I had to keep it. Surprisingly, she allowed me to keep it and I must say it is a total godsend. I mean my hair is thick and wavy. Normally I like it short. Not dyke short by shoulder length and typically if I was and dry my hair it dries into a complete black nest. I hate it and will wear it in a ponytail everyday if need by. Or I would blow dry my hair straight which is a total pain in the ass. But with the beautiful Chi flat iron my hair is stick straight in less then 30 minutes. I love it! My hair is straight practically everyday. It's a ton more manageable and so much cuter. Thanks, Mom!
Friday, August 1, 2003 07:31 p.m.
Its friday evening and a few short months ago I would be preparing myself for the 8pm showing of Fastlane. But not only did Fox cancel their best show in a while they are not even playing re-runs. It was so awesome maybe a little before its time. Although watching it I would think those poor souls in Iowa or whatever wouldn't get it. It was so LA. Typical La.
So I have cramps and it sucks. My stomach feels topsy turvy and I don't know what to do about it. i tried eating it did nothing. I drank water didn't do anything but make me have to pee. I took Motrin. Nothing. I guess I have to let it play out.
T has taken it upon himself to clean the garage. Well at least start to. In typical T fashion he took 50% of our stuff out of the garage and now it is just piled up on the patio. I left him my car to donate some stuff and he didn't do it. The problem is that he gets over his head with projects. The intent may start out to clean the garage but then he gets side tracked and starts something else. I bet that the stuff he took out will sit on the patio for a week. I will up date on this if necessary.
Friday, August 1, 2003 11:18 a.m.
Maybe I'm just getting picky but clothes are just not cute nowadays! I went shopping yesterday and I wanted to get some tops for work. Although I have a tendency to buy my clothes in black or white I still couldn't find anything really nice. I ended up coming away with a purse and flip flops.
There was a period of time when I wouldn't wear jeans no I practically live in them.
So I was browsing through some Friendster profiles and came across this lovely little baby. Boy the grow up fast! That Friendster is great people watching! I feel like such a voyer scanning through the listins. I think People Watching is one of my faveorite past times. I could sit for hours watching people. People are funny, strange, weird just generally amusing. I find that LA has some great people watching. People here are so pretentious and hung up on their looks that usually when they step out of their house they are so "done up" that it is ridiculous.
My two new fave shows: $40/a day and 30-minute meals both hosted by Rachael Ray on the Food Network. She's my new TV obsession.
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