I'm over the rain. It's official. The fact that LA has gotten twice as much rain as Seattle this season so far proves that there is Something Very Wrong going on here.
It's so quaint when the southern Californistas complain about the weather.
But leaving aside the diamond-shoes aspects, hasn't the rain been worth it? I recently got back from a week in San Diego on business, and I've never seen southern California look better. It's green and lush and flowering and bursting with every beautiful thing that grows on the earth. The dust is washed away and the air is fresh. It's like the Midwest in June without, you know, the Midwest.
hasn't the rain been worth it?
No. It's going to cause lots of new growth which will dry into tinder this Summer, and the fires will be insane.
Socal has two seasons: Mudslide and Shit Is On Fire
Skipping and skimming to give a belated thanks for all the birthday wishes, and to share this (apologies if someone already linked to it):
The Somerville Gates.
I love my town.
Socal has two seasons: Mudslide and Shit Is On Fire
But they have the lovely transitions of THE FUCKING GROUND IS SHAKING.
When I lived in LA, I remember standing on the beach in Venice and watching the glow as the Malibu hills were on fire.
ITA THINKS MY HAIR IS OK!!!!
Rio's hair is much, much better than OK. Also she has superior lipstick and cool glasses too.
I have to take Emmett to the doctor this morning. He has Mystery Leg Pain so bad that he can't stand up. It's very worrisome, and now I'm trying to remember if I fed him an undercooked pork chop anytime recently.
I think The Poopatorium Gates are my favorite.
Oh Hec, being the parent is so scary. I hope it's just a muscle cramp that somehow resulted from his virus. All the health, strength, and quick recovery to your boy. May he be so healthy he's bouncing off the walls by supper time.
It's not her "fault" she's famous; it turns out that despite the fact that she isn't an actress or a singer or a writer or whatever, people enjoy paying attention to her. She's the object of people's attention, therefore she's famous. It's not like fame comes first, then people have to pay attention, you know?
I see what you're saying, but I still don't think the public, as a whole, was clamoring to know more about a vapid hotel heiress. I think she's easy for journalists to cover -- she goes to a lot of parties and awards shows and poses for cameras, and hangs out around famous people, and says and does semi-scandalous things in public, and probably has a very good publicist -- so she gets a lot of press coverage, and it feeds on itself endlessly. I'm sure she has fans (everyone in the public eye has fans somewhere), but I think the number of them is much smaller than her notoriety and omnipresence would suggest.
That said, I agree that "she's famous for being famous" isn't a great reason to hate someone. But it is valid to judge what someone does with their fame, however it's acquired, and the way Paris has handled hers does not impress me.
No, it's definitely me. Because I had chocolate last week, and no one said anything nice about my hair or offered to castrate themselves
ita, I didn't need to fawn, because I was a recipient of the magical cupcake.
If you look in CI, the molasses cookies are awesome. I may make some today.
I want this CI chocolate cupcake recipe. It's hurting me to live without it. Hurting. Don't you people understand?
