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hot, old, mildly depressed

May 1, 2007 me news, t.v.

you know who is hot? maura tierney. i have had the hots for her since “news radio” but she really got extra Newsradio_5hot to me on ER as abby lockhart, the sassy, brooding former alcoholic with a heart of gold, a real talent for medicine, and sexy long bangs that flop into her eyes. i want to make out with abby. she’s so cagey and emotionally unavailable, yet vulnerable and scared inside, i love it. now that’s acting! haha, news radio… man, that show was hilarious. just look at that cast… the second funniest kids in the hall guy, phil hartman (RIP), fat with glasses prototype boss guy, joe rogan doing joey from friends with an edge, the black lady who now gets all wicked spiritual with the dead bodies on C.S.I. Miami, red haired lady who never got as famous as kathy griffin but was funnier, and andy dick! damn. i gotta get that shit on dvd.

one time i saw andy dick at the little joy in echo park. i wrote about it that night in my myspace blog because it was so surreal. apparently he was in Buffalo Kitchen tonight, but i didn’t see him. i used to think andy dick was strangely attractive when he was on news radio too, but that was before he was coked out of his mind all the time.

i don’t know why, but i am always sexually attracted to the most random people. when i was in high school and i first figured out i liked girls, i had a hair thing. girls with bangs pretty much really do it for me, but that’s hard to judge these days because i think all girls might have bangs now. i’ve always preferred ladies with short hair, but that’s kind of on it’s way out. i mean, i am still more inclined to lean toward short-haired types, but the long-haired butches have been holding it down lately, and femmes with short hair abound.

also, when it comes to girls, i tend to like nerds. like, real awkward and tough to figure out. this doesn’t really make any sense to me, since most of the time i am also immediately attracted to anyone really funny, outgoing, and confident, but it’s the awkward, screwy types that keep my interest.

the opposite is true of men. when i like a boy, he is usually some unwieldy geek who turns out to be an asshole in disguise. but whenever i have truly truly liked a boy for more than a day, they have always been over-confident, loud, obnoxious, hilarious, “man” types. weird, huh?

i kind of have a secret man crush right now. mostly i like him because he is tall, handsome, prematurely bald, in a position of authority, and in a relationship. this is my MO. it’s not a REAL crush or anything, but i just think it’s funny how we kind of just do the same things over and over again. or is that just me? thanks a LOT dad, sheesh.

anyway, you know what else? getting old is weird. i was talking to some of the BK girls today at work. i am the oldest female hostess there. this is depressing on many levels, but mostly it’s weird because i remember when i was their age, 19-21, and 26 seemed SO OLD! one of them even told me the other day, in genuine shock at my age and with the best intentions, that i “look sooo good. you must have really good skin!” hahahahaha.

it’s so strange to know that the days of being a young little thing are really gone. like, there is no room for that at all anymore, unless i start hanging out with older power dykes and that’s sure not going to happen. i don’t mind so much getting older in the sense that i do feel much much wiser, but i am not happy that i haven’t fugured out what i want to do with my life yet and (god willing) it is half over. that sux. can i get a do-over?

p.s. wait a minute, i’m sorry, i need to start paying more attention to these pictures i post. is the cast of news radio picture above really them photoshopped lounging on/around a giant antique radio? ahahahahaha. oh man, i feel better already. that’s hysterical.

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slumber in the city

April 21, 2007 sometimes...

sometimes i miss the simple suburban life of san gabriel, the little suburb i grew up in (aka about fifteen minutes from the urb-sub-urb where i now live. l.a. is funny that way). san gabriel often felt like a prison. granted, the bars were swaying palm trees and the shackles were the boundless love of my family, but that’s not the point, i felt trapped when i lived there. the great thing about it was, though, that you could actually take a nap there in the daytime, or at all during the weekend. in the city (at least where i have lived, echo park and east l.a.) there are 800 cars passing by every 53 seconds, the busses sound like airplanes landing, and there is a roving pack of very vocal dogs at every street corner. now, i happen to be notorious for not napping when i am supposed to, but i really wanted a nap today. i wanted to taste that sweet cocktail of sunlight and pillow. but it was not to be, for my neighbors were having a party… apparently their birthdays are each weekend of every month, and while i do enjoy reggeaton, it does not lull one into slumber as you might imagine.

oh well. i worked a twelve hour shift yesterday, went to a gay bar, witnessed one of the scariest lesbian brawls ever, went to work this morning, ate filet mignon for dinner, and now i am headed out to a gay bar. my life is becoming very routine. this is if routine includes being manhandled by drunk lesbians and waking up with lots of bruises. which it does, right?

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san fran can-can

February 2, 2007 this just in, travels

right now i am in my ex-roomate’s beautiful new flat in san francisco. i say “flat” not because i am fancy and european now (which i am, duh) but because her new room is like its own gorgeous flat in paris. it is beautiful and cold but sunny outside and i am laying on the couch she brought here from our old apartment under a down comforter with a purring tabby cat on my feet…

happy.

i never get to take vacations or play with cute kitties and i am doing just that now, yet on the comfort of my own couch that i have laid on night after night for a year. this rules.

i am going to take tons of pics and post them when i get home.

i don’t have anything depressing to say. my hair looks really good, i love all of my true friends, i’m broke but semi-sorted for now.

this was supposed to be a no-money, skinny-living vacay. i planned on retuning home rail-thin and well-rested, but we just bought a shitload of top ramen and vodka. oh well.

there are cute girls everywhere here. we’re going out tonight.

i am scared of the plane home. i have never flown by myself.

i’ve had a perma-grin on my face for the last week and it’s not going anywhere soon, i hope. well, actually i was a little stressed the last night of the move and then we went to the stupid little joy and apparently wednesday night is the new friday night and it was wall-to-wall douchebags. no, wait, at least db’s you can laugh at. hipsters are like, humorless blobs of denim and scalp oil and i hate them all. left in tears on foot from the little joy, AGAIN, but for the last time. wasn’t sad to leave the house for that reason. can’t say i won’t be around there, obviously, but i am not the same person i was when i moved into that house. in fact, the way i feel right now, i don’t think i’m the same person i was when i moved out.

change is good.

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ma vie en blows

January 30, 2007 this just in

today has been a weird day.

we are moving out of our house and i just keep thinking how we squandered this year, in this lovely little house that had so much promise. then i’m like, oh, wait, we had tons of fun here. too bad a bunch of terrible things happened as well and that’s how it will be remembered. Img_1438 this picture is the view of my room before we moved in. i was pretty excited about this room and that balcony. yeah, that was way before i cried myself to sleep a hundred and fifty times in there, but that is the past. there will be many more cute houses to cry in in my future. i can hardly wait!

and this here is my room with my perfume shelf and movie poster.Img_1710 yes, i am kind of like a twelve-year-old girl except with huge breasts and an almost incapacitating amount of cynicism. but anyway “ma vie en rose” is very special to me because it’s about a little boy who wants to be beautiful and feminine and almost no one will let him be himself. that’s how I feel sometimes too, and i was born female-bodied.

here is my framed photo of Img_1705 kylie minogue riding a bicycle in a pink tutu and a bunch of my lipsticks. haha. i’m fun.

so we are leaving echo park. wow. how insane. how crazy. goodbye coffee shops and art shows i never went to because i hated you, goodbye bars i always went to even though i hated you. seriously though, i will miss my roommates and driving by the beautiful lake every day and even those damn pigeons scratching at the tin balcony awning as they landed in the morning. i will even miss crazy volvo lady, who is crazy, drives a volvo, and ran into our house at my birthday party last year and turned down the music.

yeah, i say this as if i am not going to be in this neighborhood all the fucking time. goddamn it.

today was also my last day working at the salon. it was pretty unceremonious, mostly because i am friends with everyone who works there and will probably see most of them at least once a month and some pretty much every day (whether you like it or not, lacey). but it means more than not working there for me. it is like a sendoff of the last three years of my life… the year in beauty school, taking state boards, two years assisting and then deciding not to do hair. i don’t think it was a mistake per se, because i learned a lot about myself and believe it or not, beauty school was one of the hardest things i ever tried and completed (fyi, in case you didn’t know the only thing i do better than failing is not trying).

it’s cheesy, but it really is the beginning of a whole new chapter for me now. i hold my entire future, living, breathing, huge, and illuminated, in my own hands. my tiny, useless hands.

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anal mex

January 9, 2007 family

if i could sum up my day today in two words, they would probably be “anal sex.”

but that is neither here nor there. i also went to the movies today and saw “Children of Men.” it was really good. i cried a lot. granted i am a little emotional right now (read: always), but still, moving, oh so moving. p.s. i used to think julianne moore was gross, but in recent years i have realized that she is wicked crazy hot. and i don’t usually go for the redhead and freckles thing. she seems to have gotten sexy Julianne_3
with age and she is funny and smart in interviews. i think what i love is her nose. and her mouth. and boobs.

this weekend was fun. oh wait, by “weekend” i mean weekend for normal people because i had to work saturday AND sunday. but anyway friday night we went to the ever-fagular Akbar. i met emily, nicki, kristina, and dvin there and then some other friends showed up for noelle’s birthday. i hadn’t seen those ladies in a really long time, so obviously i was in a great mood. even though i was driving and couldn’t drink that much, which usually puts me in a bad mood. turned out two drinks were plenty for a night of dancing and debauchery. ah, the half-lez life. so unpredictable!

dancing with gay men is pretty much my favorite thing. i love the way they all ignore me as i lust and long for their sweet attention, until suddenly i bust a move so enticing that it catches the eye of that one special guy. he promply says “hey girl!” and proceeds to molest me. nine times out of ten he is latino. then my night is complete. i love l.a.

and as long as we are on the subject of l.a. and latinos, let me just say, as much as i am going to miss my house, my roomates, and echo lake, i am seriously really looking forward to getting the hell out of echo park for a while. how sad is it that i live here and i feel like i haven’t seen a mexican in months. whenever i see an actual latino in my neighborhood, i seriously have to hold myself back from breaking into a crazed smile and wave. it’s not that i don’t like white people, or even hipsters. to the contary, my friends, both can be quite enjoyable, but i didn’t sign up for this. i like diversity! i feel like the echo park/silverlake area is like a college campus of some crazy art school or something. when (i mean, if, if!) i leave my “dorm” at two in the morning to get some doritos and a diet coke at 7-11, i don’t want to be stared down by one of my “classmates” from “Spaceland 101: Views on Modern Society from the Shaggy Bangs Perspective.” fuuuck that! worse still, it’s been even longer since i have seen any black people who aren’t me, and i’m only possibly black, and in that case, only about 1/8. SO SAD RIGHT!!?!?

so obviously i am looking forward to moving to my mom’s for one month (feb) where latinos and blacks and whites frolic together in harmony! seriously, at every family event. we are very 2007. someone better get on the asian tip soon though. and i am looking forward to moving into jaime’s, which is in the heart of east l.a. something new. so excited about the future. i mean, i am always excited about the future, but usually i am making up crazy scenarios in my mind. this time is different because i don’t have to make that shit up. it’s really happening, and i am making it happen. weird.

i start my poetry class at UCLA tomorrow. the lady on the phone when i registered ended the conversation by saying “GO BRUINS!” and i didn’t have the heart to tell her i am technically part of a USC Trojan family. oh well, go bruins, for the next ten weeks, anyway. yay!

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