so i've had this mole on my chin my whole life. it's chill, we get along well. only the other day it started to hurt.... and to swell... 'seems as though a subcutaneous and mischevious gnome has made a home there 'neath the skin, making himself all comfy in a cyst of bacteria and pus... i'm waging a full-fledged attack on it with benzoyl peroxide ( Read more... )

nothing much to say, feeling rawther blah.

charlie went to band practice. he'll be back. i am not, by the way, the girlfriend who can't entertain herself while he's away.

mommy's making me dinner. fish filets, sauteed veggies and pasta. the perfect comfort food dinner.

daddy's home.

got up early this morning. got some stuff done. kinda. it felt good. kinda ( Read more... )

not a lot to write about... my 'rents had a party last night, i got to see some fools that i haven't seen in a while. jess came out from dirtland, and charlie was here (and they FINALLY met!) and joe came up from san ped' (pronounced "san PEED") the four of us jumped down to WeHo for a couple of hours, for a cocktail party at jon and matt's place ( Read more... )

uuuuuugh ( Read more... )

one way to look at it is this: all great men and women of intrigue fall off the social radar now and again ( Read more... )

i regret that the loss of my UCLA job has lead to a decresed frequency with which i update this thing. even though part of me feels like a giant tool-ass bitch for even having a livejournal in the first place, i like the regularity and stability of writing out my thoughts everyday. like therapy. only a lot less candid. fuuuuuuuhck ( Read more... )

i recently heard marcy playground's rendition of eazy-e's boyz in da hood. i'd like to think that, at the bar referenced below, this track would be playing on repeat.

sorry about the hiatus ( Read more... )

news item number one: i was fired yesterday from my job.

news item number two: my cellphone number is no longer 909 33 4121. now it's 213 321 2792.

and HOW!