Sunday, January 30, 2005
Hey kids,
I prolly won't be posting much anymore, for a bunch of reasons. I'm busy with school and work, and much of what I have on my mind is a bit too personal to post on a public forum. Also, I've had it hit home to me recently just how public a forum this is, exactly, and I'm in no mood to have Big Brother watching, so to speak.
Look forward to the occasional sporadic post, I guess.
Much love & Lola Loves You!
I prolly won't be posting much anymore, for a bunch of reasons. I'm busy with school and work, and much of what I have on my mind is a bit too personal to post on a public forum. Also, I've had it hit home to me recently just how public a forum this is, exactly, and I'm in no mood to have Big Brother watching, so to speak.
Look forward to the occasional sporadic post, I guess.
Much love & Lola Loves You!
Friday, January 21, 2005
It is official. We the people of California are under attack by GIANT ZOMBIE SQUID!!!
Everyone! We must get to the emergency squid-proof bunkers!
Everyone! We must get to the emergency squid-proof bunkers!
Saturday, January 15, 2005
I want you all to think about something I've been pondering. Really think about this...
What would happen if one day, every Starbucks in America opened, and no one came in?
What would happen if one day, every Starbucks in America opened, and no one came in?
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
It is horrible and it is true. Jerry Orbach, my muse and guru, died of cancer today.
It somes totally lame but I am very shook up over this. I really did cry. Goodbye Jerry. I will and do miss you.
It somes totally lame but I am very shook up over this. I really did cry. Goodbye Jerry. I will and do miss you.
Friday, December 24, 2004
Pierce and I were talking at work. We were talking about the things we want out of life.
Pierce will be happy as long as he has a truck, a jacuzzi, and a cool wife.
All I need out of life is a Jeep Cherokee, even an old one, an acting career, and Nick Stahl every day until I die.
We are simple people.
Pierce will be happy as long as he has a truck, a jacuzzi, and a cool wife.
All I need out of life is a Jeep Cherokee, even an old one, an acting career, and Nick Stahl every day until I die.
We are simple people.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
People, life isn't that complicated. I know now the meaning and purpose of my life and it's all pretty basic.
I simply plan to marry Nick Stahl and someday die.
I simply plan to marry Nick Stahl and someday die.
Saturday, December 18, 2004
You Are Margot! You're talented, brilliant, and
extremely non-chalant. You were both winning
playwriting contests and taking up smoking
before hitting high school. You've been
married for nine days to a recording artist in
Jamaica, cheated on your most recent husband,
Raleigh, with Eli, a friend of the family for
ages, and you're in love with Richie, your
brother through adoption. Your best scene is
when you get off the bus, and your best line in
the film is obviously "I think we should
secretly be in love with each other and leave
it at that."
Which ROYAL TENENBAUMS Character Are You?
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Sunday, December 12, 2004
An open letter to the homeless man who hangs out in the parking lot at Goodwill:
Dear homeless man who hangs out in the parking lot at Goodwill,
While I appreciate your cheerful personality, and your enthusiasm to carry on conversations with total strangers, yourself, maybe even elf voices you hear singing from that old boombox you carry everywhere (I am not here to judge) I must ask that you STOP CLEANING THE WINDSHIELD OF MY CAR.
I applaud your passion for keeping windshields everywhere shiny and streak-free. I even agree with you that my car is incredibly dirty and something should be done about it, especially on behalf of all the Beverly Hills residents who are forced to parallel-park their new Mercedes Benz behind what is clearly a working man's car.
However, if I come out of Goodwill one more fucking time and see the windshield wipers on my car bent up and out, and you are doing that thing where you sneak across the parking lot shuffling between the cars really low to the ground like some kind of puma with a bottle of windex and a fistful of paper towels, I will personally beat the crap out of you. Then I will spray windex in your eyes.
I do hope we have an understanding,
Angry girl in a maroon Saturn
Dear homeless man who hangs out in the parking lot at Goodwill,
While I appreciate your cheerful personality, and your enthusiasm to carry on conversations with total strangers, yourself, maybe even elf voices you hear singing from that old boombox you carry everywhere (I am not here to judge) I must ask that you STOP CLEANING THE WINDSHIELD OF MY CAR.
I applaud your passion for keeping windshields everywhere shiny and streak-free. I even agree with you that my car is incredibly dirty and something should be done about it, especially on behalf of all the Beverly Hills residents who are forced to parallel-park their new Mercedes Benz behind what is clearly a working man's car.
However, if I come out of Goodwill one more fucking time and see the windshield wipers on my car bent up and out, and you are doing that thing where you sneak across the parking lot shuffling between the cars really low to the ground like some kind of puma with a bottle of windex and a fistful of paper towels, I will personally beat the crap out of you. Then I will spray windex in your eyes.
I do hope we have an understanding,
Angry girl in a maroon Saturn
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Thanks to roommate Mikey,
Hannukah has come home to Lola's house!!!
Hannukah has come home to Lola's house!!!
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Notes to self...
As it has now been three days since I met Edward Norton at Canter's, I should probably give starting-to-breathe-again another try.
Hearing an impromptu accoustic concert from Stephen Bishop is frickin' sweet. Hanging out with him at a get-together after the show is even frickin' sweeter.
Marcia Wallace really does sound like Edna Krabappel in person.
As it has now been three days since I met Edward Norton at Canter's, I should probably give starting-to-breathe-again another try.
Hearing an impromptu accoustic concert from Stephen Bishop is frickin' sweet. Hanging out with him at a get-together after the show is even frickin' sweeter.
Marcia Wallace really does sound like Edna Krabappel in person.
