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bound for glory, or at least last summer’s cut-offs

February 19, 2008 queer, uncategorized

last night, or this morning, i guess, i was up until 7:30 a.m. so i slept until about 2 p.m. today. the good news is, i am kind of tired now, so maybe i won’t be up so late tonight.

i feel like i have so much to write about, but i’m feeling really fucking lazy. i have been working quite a bit at home, feeling depressed, and to top it all off i am pretty sure i’m getting sick. i always get sick right before something fun is going to happen, and as you know joe and i are traveling to san francisco this coming weekend, so i am drinking emergen-c lite with MSM for joint support lemon-lime/ass flavor like there is no tomorrow. i wish i could be drinking the sweet nectar that is new acai flavor emergen-c, but alas i am slowly but steadily re-embarking upon the journey toward limiting unnecessary sugars. so far so good today, but i really need to incorporate exercise into this routine. of course, i do mean to start gradually, doing things like “removing my pajamas,” the ever-popular “leaving the house,” or even some “cherry pickers” to stretch out the old musculars.

Dinahshoreweekendpalmsprings014this is all in preparation for some pretty hardcore dieting i am going to have to endure if i’m going to get myself into tip top shape for what is sure to be one of the highlights of my year, a lifelong lesbian goal realized: dinah shore weekend. i can’t even go into this because it honestly deserves its own post, but this hilarious dream will be realized the first weekend of april, and i need to lose at least 15 pounds if i want any aging bull dykes in bikinis to look my way. i mean, OBVIOUSLY i am attached to the most beautiful, amazing joe in the world, but a little double-take and wink of one dorky-sunglasses-wearing-eye never hurt a lady. joe is secure, believe me. in fact, i’m pretty sure i will come back from that weekend praising jesus for him and he won’t be able to peel me off his dick for a week, but my friends and i are going to have a blast (i think)!

Joei feel so fortunate to have a boyfriend who is secure enough in himself to not mind if i write about whatever i want. granted, i would most likely balk at being censored, but still it is refreshing to know he would not wish that upon me. in fact, joe is sometimes infuriatingly not jealous! he only paused a moment when i told him i was going to write about trader joe’s lesbian crushes. my theory is that every queer girl has at least one trader joe’s lesbian crush. for some reason (veggie sushi? goddess dressing? six varieties of hummus?), trader joe’s is a mecca for lesbian employees as well as patrons. i have hot a friend who used to work at the TJ’s in silverlake and i swear to god, if she didn’t already have a hot hot girlfriend, she would have gotten so much trader poon! girls were always like “don’t you work at trader joe’s, heehee.” then there was this other girl i heard of that had fallen hard for a trader joe’s lesbian somewhere over on the westside and ended up with a heart more wilted than the mexican broccoli right before produce turnover day. my trader joe’s lesbian crush works at the pasadena store by my mom’s house. she is cute and very butchy, with a sexy low voice, but she wears baggy light wash jeans (!) and hideously nerdy kicks, so it’s kind of good she is behind that checkout stand. i keep trying to give her the “i’m gay too” eye, which joe says he and other queers he knows find annoying, but when you are a femme who has lived your entire gay life largely deprived of it, as i have, the thrill of it is indescribable. the first time she was my cashier i was there with joe and she seemed extra cool to us, but last time i went in alone and she didn’t even know i was alive. that’s okay, though, because i have the best joe in the world, and i wouldn’t trade him for anything. awww *hand claps*

oh my god, where does the time go? this is not even what i set out to write about tonight. mostly i wanted to tell you all that i am boycotting perez hilton’s website, not because it lacks any semblance of true wit (which i now realize is reason enough!), but because he has finally gone too far by taking part in what i can only call a smear campaign against presidential candidate barack obama. twice this week he posted pictures of obama fundraising volunteers in houston, tx who had a che guevara flag up two different spots in their offices. the suggestion was that obama is somehow a communist. i think it is fairly obvious that the opinions reflected on that wall are those of the young staffers answering the phones and not of senator obama himself, and i believe that it is inflammatory and irresponsible for perez to publish those photos without explaining that fact to his readers. i can understand why the pics would irritate him (despite my own stance on the matter), but i don’t appreciate the way he reported it. then, yesterday, he posted a youtube video with the clinton allegations that obama plagiarized a speech without explaining the full story AT ALL (get it here). like it or not, perez is fairly popular and influential and i think that at this point in his career, he has a responsibility to at least report all the facts, if he insists on straying from petty celeb gossip and into the world of politics. as for clinton’s aide’s allegations, the straw grasping there is just damn embarrassing. i knew hillary was going to help elect john mccain. for now, i am supporting obama. i will support clinton if i have to, it’s not like i’m a total hater, but she is making that harder for me by the day. ugh. i will be sticking to dlisted.com to get my celeb news from now on. michael k. might not have the immediate l.a. scoop like perez does, but at least he is HILARIOUS and can actually write.

in other gay blog news, i would like to officially introduce one of my new favorite blogs, gaycondo from portland, oregon. while i do not know any of these folks personally, i was introduced to their blog by new friend kayla, who i met on joe’s and my portland trip extravaganza 2007/8. gaycondo is the hilarious adventures and learned musings of an actual condo in pdx filled with gays! well, two gay couples, one male and one female, all four of whom write in the blog. check it out!

there are a few more blogs i have been checking out, but i will need to read them more before i can give my full assessment. blogs are pretty awesome, aren’t they? well, when they are used for good and not evil. or if it’s evil, at least funny evil.

BoundjennifertillyMeblogcropi will leave you with this little tidbit. the other night i caught the last quarter of the movie “bound” starring jennifer tilly and gina gershon. it is a lesbian classic, to the point that when my friend emily’s purse got stolen from this skanky lesbo bar once, the thieves totally used her blockbuster card to rent “bound” and never return it. LOL (years later, that is, not at the time). in case you have never seen it (wtf) you should go out and rent it, because even though it is by no means a “lesbian” movie, it is very stylistic, suspenseful, and sexy. kind of a crime classic, i’d say. the trailer is below. anyway, the point is, i’m sure i have written about it before, because it is one of the greatest (and least true) compliments i have ever received, but this past summer, when i was much thinner, this random girl at told me i look like jennifer tilly. i was tickled, to say the least. i guess i do kind of have the slanty-eyes and the lips, but her body is so so hot. i will never look like that, but i suppose getting just a little tiny bit closer to it will make all the lettuce and pickles on lettuce sandwiches and diet rite colas i am going to have to consume that much more worthwhile.

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party murder

February 11, 2008 queer, sex toys

maybe i just watch way too much “law and order,” but lately i have been really paranoid about being murdered. i mean, everyone sometimes thinks about the possibility of being violently accosted by a stranger, but what about being murdered by an acquaintance or friend in a moment of passion? it’s not like those people on law and order who are having a glass of wine with so-and-so let so-and-so in knowing he is going to totally flip and bludgeon/stab/strangle them to death! this means that at pretty much any given time, there is a possibility that one could be killed. last night i made joe promise to never murder me after having another one of my now standard waking dreams (i never sleep) that i was hanging out in my (non-existent) apartment and some anonymous person i was chilling with slammed my head into the wall and killed me.

it was one of those dreams where you are watching yourself do stuff, which very rarely happens to me. usually i am watching things from behind my eyes in my dreams.

oh my god, could i BE more exciting right now?

sorry, i had a rough weekend. friday was stress-filled. the good parts were joe and i got our plane tix to sf and we went to babeland on melrose to look at sex toys. i have (duh) been obsessed with the babeland site for a long time, but i had actually never been to the shop. it was fucking amazing! the whole place is kind of set up like a friend’s room or something. not in a cheesy, earth-mother, step into my parlour kind of way, but in a “holy shit, my friend ____ has a splendid collection of sexy books, dvds, sex toys, and condoms. and the massage candle she’s burning smells hella good!” i know one of the girls that works there and she was very helpful re: condoms. i ended up buying the babeland sampler pack. my next plan is to write a review on here of different condoms and how well they work with dlidos. this will be a very subjective review because of the different shapes/sizes of dildos and the different shapes/sizes of pussies, but i have been looking for condom reviews for users who aren’t… uh… penis havers… and i can’t find one so i’m going to write it. joe and i have the babeland sampler pack and we also bought (the other night in a pinch) this trojan condom sampler pack, so basically i am going to be fucking a whole lot for the sake of journalism. no, no, don’t call me a hero.

sneak preview: the babeland condom (they have their own brand, one type: lubed, subtly studded, standard fit, pink) ROCKS.

ANYWAY, i just really liked the layout of the whole place, but i was a little overwhelmed because we were on a tight schedule, so i really can’t wait until i get back there (and have money) so i can browse for hours.
i seriously could and will do that. i will bring a sack lunch.

saturday night i went to that party. first we stopped at my friend ajai’s to meet up and chit chat a little and she was hanging out with this hot lesbo who is totally a paparazzo who stalks celebs and stuff. isn’t that amazing? i pretty much wet myself. out of nowhere, the paparazzo looks at me and she goes, “have you ever seen the movie ‘party monster’? the way you’re talking right now reminds me of james st. james.”

hahahaha. oh man, i have officially reached my goal of becoming so faggy i have surpassed even the average gay man. if i was a gay man, i would be almost super-human. here is a clip from party monster. in case you didn’t see the movie, james st. james is (surprisingly brilliantly) portrayed by seth green. don’t ask me why macaulay culkin’s concept of playing a gay club kid = british schoolboy. whatevs.

LOL. the party was really fun, for the most part, but we got there late and we stayed there late and it was a whole lot of party for someone who never goes out anymore, therefor sunday was rough. there was a shitload of booze and a shitload of dancing lesbians. i took a bunch of pics, but i think they were all awful. i need to figure out how to use my camera. i dunno, maybe i will post some tomorrow.

whoa, isn’t it weird how my 6 am ramblings have somehow tied into each other? remember the thing about being murdered unexpectedly by an acquaintance or friend from earlier… and that’s exactly what party monster is about. you see, readers? that’s called “story craftsmanship.”

yeah… i totally did that on purpose.

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like the deserts miss the rain

December 7, 2007 t.v., uncategorized

one would think that being denied membership in a somewhat prestigious webring based solely lack of posts and not content (brilliant content!) would light a fire under said bloggers ass to post more often, but alas, weeks later, here we are. i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i guess i have built up expectations in my mind over what is appropriate to post here, and now even though i gotta say, 90-93% of my thoughts are hilarious, i just don’t know if i want them on my blog. this combined with the fact that i have Budltpretty much, save for meeting the love of my life, reverted back completely to my nineteen year-old self. i am eating constantly and without discretion, staying up until 6 a.m. and sleeping in until 2 or 3 p.m, and watching more television than i previously thought possible. the only difference is that i don’t masturbate twice a day, but that is because i have a lot more sex than i did then and i didn’t just get my first vibrator for my birthday (sweet 19, indeed!). this is what happens when i have no job or money. if i had money at least i would leave the house to buy makeup and probably clothes, therefore realizing how fat i’ve gotten and being forced to exercise. ugh, it’s so so so DEPRESSING! i watched that tape of myself again and it made me so sad i had to drink like, seven beers. beers have so many carbs but vodka is expensive! and the cycle continues….

oh well, i have a job interview today, which seems fairly promising and a great opportunity. we shall see.

Orbach2sizedit’s raining out and as we all know, i hate the rain. i simply cannot stand walking around perpetually damp. it is uncomfortable and makes my hair frizz. luckily, as i mentioned above, i have very little occasion to even step outside. i am staying at j’s house quite a bit and he has directv. it is RUINING MY LIFE. i have logged in enough hours with the law and order team i feel nearly qualified to take the bar exam. hot damn, that show is good! mostly, i enjoy SVU these days because it has ice t on it and jerry orbach is dead so regular law and order is just not the same any more. i miss jerry orbach, probably not as much as his family and friends, but definitely as much as someone who watches seven hours of law and order a day.

i have also been watching movie channels. the other night i was up until about five a.m. watching “happy 1808467432pfeet” (makes no sense, despite cuteness) and “swimming pool,” which is a french film. i liked “swimming pool” a lot. it reminded me that i love french films because so many of them rattle along, luring you in with their beauty, nudity, and strange calm, then wallop you over the head at the end with something insane. like “fat girl” (american release title)! oh man, you have to see that movie, it’s so good (fucked up). in that vein, i also watched “the quiet” which was sucky but entertaining and also fucked up. mostly i liked it because camilla belle and elisha cuthbert are both crazy hot and the director is jamie babbit, so the movie was crazy lesbionic. good times.

i suddenly feel so talkative! i missed this blog, i guess i really did. some other things i miss include getting a paycheck, the days when “shopping vintage” meant so much more than simply stepping into some glossified, over-priced hovel next to american apparel, and my grandpa living at home (and remembering me). that’s just a few things. i’m sure there is more.

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on books and boyfriends

October 12, 2007 me news, queer, travels

i feel like it’s almost absolutely necessary to keep in my regular tradition of NEVER writing and then writing about a bunch of stuff that doesn’t really fit together, so that is what i am going to do.

well, for now anyway, because as i mentioned previously, i have quit my job and am going to be having a LOT of free time on my hands to do such frivolous things as write, take classes, and you know, pursue my dreams. it’s going to be alllllright. today (friday) is my last day at work and i am unbelievably excited about that fact. i already made appointments with my eye doctor, dentist, and bikini waxer. i am going to be the most well-groomed hobo ever! YAY!

Fgt_3 in case you don’t know, i am well-aware of the political incorrectness of the term “hobo” but i just finished reading fannie flagg’s fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe. it makes me feel kind of like a moron to say this, but this is one of those ultra-rare cases when i think the movie is just way better than the  book. in fact, i was actually pretty disappointed by the book. j promised me it was going to be way more lesbionic than the movie, and while it was a little more intense, the characterization was just not there for idgie and ruth. the same is true of all the other characters. plus, i feel like it is borderline racist. maybe that is the whole point and it was radical for the 80s, but i just wasn’t feeling it. all it made me want to do was see the movie. goddamn, that’s good movie. i did like the added character development of smokey lonesome (the hobo) in the book though. i always liked that character in the movie.

omg, speaking of movies, i REALLY want to see that new vampire movie coming out called “30 days of night,” but as you know, death-by-vampire is my second most-feared means of death. i don’t know, i am just sooo curious though. it looks very interesting but way too scary!

i saw about a million commercials for it last weekend when j and i went to palm springs for my friendResorthomerentals_010 moof’s bday. she rented this GORGEOUS resort-like home and we just relaxed and swam and ate for two days, it was amazing. i also got sucked into the strange and wonderful world of cable tv and watched the entire cycle 6 of america’s next top model. i was in HEAVEN. then on saturday night j took me out for a nice filet mignon in downtown palm springs. this was our first vacation together and also marked the first time we have had sex outside of l.a. county lines. well, once he rubbed me out in the car on the way home from orange county, but i didn’t come until we got to long beach, so i don’t think that counts.

yes, i said he. j has a female body, identifies as neither gender, and prefers male pronouns. if that definition sounds a bit rehearsed coming from my foul little mouth, that is because that’s what he told me to say when people start asking all kinds of questions about me dating a boy. to me, he’s just the best time ever. also, he is crazy hot, great in bed, and smells good. last night he asked me formally if i would be his girlfriend and duh, i said yes. i was terrified at first when we met because it all happened so fast and i was finally becoming used to the idea of being alone and wanting to sleep around and just being the all-around poster party-girl. then i met him and we connected from that first night. j is the perfect combination of giving and demanding. he knows how to talk me down from my (daily) ledges with a firm yet gentle voice, he watches america’s next top model with me, and he actually loves and enjoys giving back rubs. at the same time, he also grabs my ass and objectifies me in public sometimes because he knows i like it, communicates effectively with me when he needs something or has had enough of something i need (like ANTM), and is such that i want to please him in any way  i can. the other day, i found myself straightening up his room and realized i surely must be in love because anyone who has seen the way i live knows that it is a grand expedition in any room i inhabit to even find me a matching pair of socks. sexually speaking (haha), i have never enjoyed giving this much before. then again, i have never slept with someone i was this into before. it’s pretty much totally awesome.

i dunno, i guess this mushy stuff is all pretty boring to you guys. i love writing funny stories about my shitty life as much as you love reading them, and i don’t want to jinx things between j and i (there will be/have been complications and frustrations), but i just feel like nothing can really take me down right now. it’s silly, i know, and i don’t really believe anything lasts forever, but this is the first time for a really fucking long time that i have wanted something to last forever, have wanted anything real at all, in fact, and i’m not going to take this feeling for granted. trying not to sabotage it, on the other hand, is a whole separate challenge for me. a daily struggle, but i have chosen to take it on.

this weekend, i am going to enjoy our first weekend of official coupledom, hang out with a lot of friends, old and new, and get ready for the no-work week. so sweet.

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nineteen-blindy-nine

August 1, 2007 clothes & fashion, work

i am dying. i just chatted with amy next top mess for like, three hours and we both have the same problem where we are like, sooo tired in the early eve then UP late.

i was seriously up SO LATE last night and then awakened (however pleasantly) super early plus my whole body is sore and i am covered in hickies and bruises to a degree where i honestly feel like i fell down a flight of stairs. i mean, you know, multiple orgasm stairs, but still. anyways, then i had to work today and it sucked and then i was just running around all busy-headed as usual AND THEN i ate spaghetti-o’s (don’t ask) and passed the fuck out for twenty minutes while doing laundry at ajai/tina’s. now i’m here on my last night of house sitting with this little kitty that bites, stressing out because i semi-blacked out on friday night and remember very little except the great “pronunciation of Huntington Beach” argument i was having with some OC locals (which, btw, IS “hun-ting-ton,” technically, as i was arguing. jesus!), spent way too much money this weekend and won’t get paid again until two weeks from today because of this wacky pay period, desperately need a pedicure, and really wish i didn’t have to have a day job.

my job is soooo not a big deal (yet, anyway, i have more training/responsibilities on the way) but look what time it is… i just wish i didn’t have to go to work in the morning. how in gods name am i going to get hired as a General Wit? who is going to create that position and pay me for it? someone who went to college, probably! damnit.

i dunno, though, maybe that’s not the job for me. i keep thinking of clever ideas for stuff and then forgetting them almost immediately. i haven’t even been drinking that much lately (except weds, thurs, friday, saturday, and monday). whatever, i swear, except friday which was a horrible misstep, i have been doing alright-ish. i wasn’t nearly as hammered as everyone else on saturday. of course, that might be because i stuffed my face with every one of the at least four varieties of couscous salads available at that bbq i went to. lesbians heart steamed grain medleys, apparently.

1990s_14i officially hate the nineties. i know a lot of people hate the nineties because they had so little character and a bunch of dumb stuff happened and kurt cobain died, blah blah blah, but honestly, i find nineties fashion downright offensive. not just because it was hideous, because anyone could make that assessment and be utterly spot-on, but because of the lasting scar it has left on those who were in their late teens and early twenties in the early-mid nineties. now, before my (four) thirty-something friends call me in anger, there are obvious exceptions to this rule. my friend vanessa (of curl girls, lol, let the google hits begin) is one of the most stylish dressers i know. all i’m saying is that for the most part, it seems like a lot of those of that age have never quite been able to escape the specter of that era of fashion. how many times, HOW MANY TIMES have a seen a woman in this age bracket dressed in perfectly semi-acceptable clothing only to look down and spy a pair of 90s chunky heels? seriously, i don’t know why anyone would be that mean to anyone else’s eyes, but it seems that things were just like that in the 90s. i mean, i was there too, i wore many of those fashions, but luckily, as a young teen, i was able to get it out of my system. plus by the late 90s, i had joined the early guard of 80s nostalgists who would come to lay ruin to the fashion creativity of the teens of the mid-late 00s. it is difficult being admired and imitated, but it is honorable. well, kind of.

so, my point, and i do have one, is that this is all very depressing. is this what getting old(er) is all about? being really fucking cool in high school, at the height of fashion, the hottest contempo casuals teen around, then ending up in a tie-back, floral shirt and sketchers drinking beers at a bar in downtown wherever the fuck? or ending up in shitty sunglasses, online dating girls who practice modern day wicca or believe in faeries, and talking about how it’s called “hair product” now with your buddies? being stuck in the fashion glory of your high school years and therefore in the same place socially/culturally as well?

where is that going to leave me? not only was i not cool in school enough to be a hip girl, but i wasn’t even Breakfastclubcool enough to be a frowned-upon bad-girl outcast. if we were in “the breakfast club,” i would definitely be ally sheedy, and not because she is the hot gay-looking one who lies a lot, but because she was a fucking mess no one really noticed. okay, that was a LIE, i was really popular in high school, but i did dress like her character in that movie kind of. omg, i am totally going to start wearing more greys and browns again!

wait, what were we talking about?

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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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