July 2008
Some days my head is quiet. Thank god.
I could be an accident but I’m still trying.
I heart my family. http://tinyurl.com/64xclf
Brain blood. →
My mom emailed me today, with a link to the first in a series of videos she’s making to advertise the props Curious Theatre made for The Lieutenant of Inishmore. They’re hoping to rent some of these…
Just got texting back? watching news reports on the asc TVs, coverage is freaking me out more than the event.
I want a rubik’s cube shaped like an everlasting gobstopper.
Xmas in July: listening to ‘don’t shoot me Santa’
texting twit won’t go through, thought to check the site. My first earthquake! I’m a real Californian now?
Ok, wow, what happened is just beginning to sink in. Things really swayed. Overhearing discussions about shutting the building down?
Cell phone service not working at all, for me, fyi, pls spread the word i’m fine if ppl ask. Having my brother tell my parents.
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One of the things that mystifies me about Southern California is the architecture. Not what the houses and buildings look like but how they’re conceptualized - I cannot imagine ANY building on the…
It’s gettin’ hot tonight . . . →
I’ve been meaning to talk about Heloise and the Savoir Faire since I saw them at the Annex in January.
Sure, their album, Trash, Rats and Microphones, wasn’t out at the time, it made…
Popnography: Miley Cyrus gets the last laugh →
The beginnings of my now well documented Miley Cyrus love.
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One of the things that mystifies me about Southern California is the architecture. Not what the houses and buildings look like but how they’re conceptualized - I cannot imagine ANY building on the…
At the farmers market, adorable brother sister duet playing sweet home Alabama. Too adorable.
Omfg the washer and dryer just installed in the backyard are coin operated.
Just had the last hour long electrolysis apt I’ll ever need. Feel pinpricked but enthusiastic.
Is this thing on? Oh, it's on. →
I had a crisis of consciousness yesterday. An honest to god crisis of consciousness that mostly involved deliberations about self-representation in the digital world. I massively, massively…
“Yes, exactly, it’s like Mexican sushi, but with pork.”
Potluck for sysadmin appreciation day: Argentinian empanadas, dueling al pastor, mango cake, corn salad and accoustic showings off.
Pushing myself into not bring a stuborn, independent fool is working.
Epic fail trying to get a parking pass. I need lunch and to change my shoes.
Why ate there no maps on this campus?!?!!
Am now the happy owner of a chest of drawers. Not sure I can get it out of my back seat alone …
One of those ways socal still confuses me: geting to the bathroom requires I go outside.
At PHO 2000 on koreatown. Tasty tasty.
Omg, bitch, I lived in NYC. Your passive aggressive bitchitude does nothing to me.
Shipping rates are ridic. I cannot start a jam business if it costs 6.67 just for shipping.
I wish I were swimming right now.
I really did not need to hear needle in the hay directly after making plans for nigel. Whoah hormones.
Absolute epic fail at ups.
Sorting through all my yarn, including nearly finished projects, is surprisingly depressing. Hi there baby blanket.
It is impossible to watch mad men without having a drink and wanting a cigarette.
Where to file the finishing supplies? With knitting or sewing? Not to mention the embroidery stuff.
No tbpis at amoeba. WTF.