You ever feel like you went to bed drunk and woke up hung over when in reality the closest you got to drinking was a lemon lime soda ( Read more... )

Okay, suddenly I have "I'm just a bill" from Schoolhouse Rock stuck in my head. And I really seriously don't know why.

And while we're on the subject of pink hair, I also have this overwhelming desire to get a frivolous tattoo that means absolutely nothing and work in a pancake house.

I had something really funny to say, but now I don't. Sorry.

When the going's been tough, and the city's on fire... Well... The firey tough go shopping. I stopped hoarding the cash and made myself go out and be frivolous. A froofy layered dress, checkered canvas sneakers, black plastic beaded jewelry, lavender incense, a self-help book, a movie, a cd and dinner at Mako, where $5 will get you a soda, miso ( Read more... )

My bell rings, I answer the door. It's a guy panting and trying to catch his breath from walking up the hill. He says, "Hi... *pant pant* I'm from the college. *pant pant* We're doing a study on cancer. *wheeze* We're looking for Latino women between the ages of 45 and 60. *gasp*. Does anyone *pant* like that live here ( Read more... )

In other news....

L.A. appears to be on fire.

This message brought to you by the view outside my window and KCAL9 news.

I'm not sure quite what to think about this.

Carry on.

( NSFW if you have nosy coworkers who read over your shoulder )

Okay. 15 minutes in and Work Related Email has already got me throwing stuff. Fuck this, I'm going out for lunch.

-I found a new outlet for my anger. It's called, "Yelling at Work Related Email". I know that maybe 7:30 am is not the most awake time for people, but that's no excuse for being a fucking idiot. And since you can't hear me, I will yell at you. And it will be fun ( Read more... )