January 2009
33 posts
White House Unbuttons Formal Dress Code →
Take it off, baby.
“It’s no good being nice and young and naive. There’s no good in that at all....”
– Johnny Rotten (via molls)
Little Tokyo
“When we walk in, tell me if you notice anything strange about this bar.” “Strange like what?” “Anything. Just have a look around.”
Red chairs. Wood paneling with several wine racks, all empty. Alcohol bottles on a glowing shelf. Another room off the bar, covered in mirrors. And behind me, a row of Japanese women in heels and extensions sitting on a...
My dream last night contained the following ingredients:
Miley Cyrus Billy Ray Cyrus An ex who grew a mullet A race for which I was late Missing keys
My mother's argument against my running a marathon
“But you’ve never done that before!”
I’m going to remind her of this logic the next time she reminds me to make an appointment to see the dentist before I’m crippled with tooth pain.
I want to believe in horoscopes and all that nonsense. And I check Susan Miller’s Astrology Zone every so often to see if she’s going to give me good news. But I never remember to check before, say, the 26th of the month and reading her predictions after the fact, she’s always wrong.
My dream is to become an actress so that I can be cast in a movie where I portray a singer and have to take voice lessons and could therefore rock some karaoke in my off hours.
Worst case scenario: “Please rewrite the entire book.” (This has happened to me.)
Best case scenario: “You are a genius. Every word on every page is magic. Don’t change a thing.” (This has never happened to me. This will never happen to me. If it has happened to you, I’d like to suck your brains out through a straw in an attempt to steal some of your...
I had a vision of love
But it did not entail being asked to substitute “hanging out” for “an actual investment of emotion and time”.
It’s unclear whether I enjoy training for races because of the sense of accomplishment it brings or because I’m pretty much required to eat carbs about six times a day.
I should explain.
The trip to Sizzler last night was at the behest of our pregnant friend, who wanted to relive fond (?) memories of gaining weight during her high school depression (I use that term loosely, as the source of her depression was the prom, to which she did not have a date) when she ate there every single day.
But as a result of said pregnancy, this friend has married our other friend, a rather...
My contribution to the internet conversation about...
In high school, a (Mormon) friend’s sister got married. She was in her early 20s. When queried by her teenage sister about what having sex felt like for the first time, she said: “It was gross at first, but now I kind of like it.” Sex was something she gave to her husband because he expected it, not because she was terribly excited to have it.
From my experience, devout...
Los Angeles is very devious when it throws 85 degrees at you in January. You end up thinking about the beach and tank tops and margaritas and sweaty naps before you remember it still gets dark at 5:00 and ain’t no one having no after-work BBQs.
Disregard for Heart Disease Mondays
For lunch: large curly fries, large vanilla shake, half a side salad with ranch dressing (courtesy of Jack in the Box). And I only foisted the salad upon myself because I couldn’t be the kind of person that had fries and a shake for lunch.
“There are lots of nice things about British men. For instance, they can be very...”
– Emma Thompson.
I wish I could relate less to this.
Guard the Bunnies →
This sounds very soothing, as long as I wouldn’t have to interact with the general public.
My Twin wants me to take a beginning adult ballet class with her. I spent my childhood doing this and know it will not be the wacky adventure she thinks it will be. It’s more “move your foot half an inch to the left, no, a little more, now to the right, no, back to the left” to hit fourth position properly than giggling when the teacher comes up behind you to push your pelvis...
The Food Dance Gets New Life When Bees Get Cocaine... →
This is an article about bees doing blow and dancing. Really.
In 2008
I wrote the first draft of a historical fiction novel, after asking “How might one go about writing a historical fiction novel?” and then reading a historical fiction novel for the first time.
I ran 537 miles, including my first 5k, 10k and two half marathons.
I read 14 books (not including those for research for the novel)
I got over one guy who sucker punched me, one who I should...
Generally, talking to people I don’t know or to whom I can’t relate makes me feel like my face is about to peel off.