Eighteen hours and I'm done with bedridden. I don't care how good the mattress is.
Got yelled at on the street a moment ago. Apparentl she really liked my clothes. Skirt? Shirt? Couldn't quite tell. Woman a couple lanes over in traffic got a gander when I paused to rest my head and had to tell me my outfit was beautiful. It's very weird. LA is the only place I've had women do that, and today especially I'm not wearing anything of note. I mean, *I* like it (long flowy navy skirt with many layers and black wide-necked quasi-peasant blouse--kinda boxy and not very 2008).
Watching Remington Steele. His hair is very pretty.
It's been over 12 hours and I still have no home Internet service.
Comcast can EAT IT.
And then die.
Last Thanksgiving, I had a LA moment that was so stereotypical of the outsider's perception of LA that I started laughing out loud. I was at some mall-y place by myself and there were these two tanned, boobied, model-perfect women, one blonde, one brunette. And they were talking about what their therapist and acting coaches said and I can't remember the actual dialog but it was straight out of a sitcom.
I got looked at funny. But I was wheezing up against a wall in a fairly froufrou (for me) locale.
I love those moments--like looking around the cafe and realising everyone's clutching a script or a demo reel, and you're the only "real" one there.
I remember bitching in highschool about those artsy types who dressed in black and wore funny hats and hung out coffee shops and acted like they were better than everyone else, got a funny look from my friends. I then realized I was dressed in black, wearing one of my many funny hats, and in a coffee shop, being superior.
Once my apartment gets updated for fios, I'm dropping comcast so very very fast --I just hope that it's not like Vista.
My cats have stopped trying to eat their collars. Tomorrow night I'll tighten it up one notch, but first I'll get them stoned. Organic powdered catnip is AWESOME.
I love those moments
It's so outside my realm (closest I come is almost hitting John Waters when he's jaywalking in Hampden,) it makes me giggle. I remember one insanely (for me) early morning breakfast at some joint with Kat where she informed me that the other folks there were
clearly
doing the local entertainment business. I was all bwuh? And the pancakes (gingerbread or pumpkin pie, I can't recall) were REALLY good.
Hugo's pumpkin pancakes? YUM!
I don't recall, it was a couple of years ago and I just go along for the ride;)
