We have been battling ants for the entire summer. This is nothing new. Every summer in Los Angeles, dehydrated ants make their way into our apartments and houses, coffee shops and restaurants, trying to find something to drink. Or at least, that’s what I thought. The ants seem to be uninterested in food (save for a horrible¬†scrambled egg experiencewe had last month), and spend most of their time lingering around our pipes. They like faucets, drains, toilets, and… bodily waste. Any sign of a piece of cat food that has been licked or nibbled by a kitty becomes an ant swarm. I once found the largest ant invasion behind the photo albums — Cal had puked in the corner between the wall and the chest holding the frames. Hours later, the floor was black with frenzied ants. I almost passed out. Continue reading


Even reading this again has made me ill.

See how he tries to make it seem like he’s the nice guy in this situation? That he changed his ways simply because he loves me? He’s very good. I’m not saying it’s all an act, but he’s trying to win you over, people. Playing the husband card. It’s still nasty. I’m not going to tell you how to vote, because I know you’re a decent person who understands why Dan and I are right, and my husband has made it so that I cannot look at Italian food the same way ever again. But if you think stee’s right? Dead to me.

Beatles: Help!

Song: “You Like Me Too Much

In the Stones/Beatles debate, if you even say the word “Stones,” you go down so many notches in my book. So many notches. It’s similar to the Violent Femmes/They Might Be Giants debate, but I let the TMBG fans have a little more credit, because I have way too many geek friends to say I cannot understand the appeal. But the Beatles? How can you even compare? Continue reading

“And I Realize, My Darling, You’re My Story.”

The Damn Millionaires have put up a clip of Brand New Year.

It was six hours before my wedding when Al, Chris, AB and Vince sat me down in front of Vince’s computer and let me listen to the song their band had made to celebrate our marriage. Every lyric has Al’s wink in it (“I knew it all,” a prime example), because she’s so damn clever. I listened and cried and hugged everybody and held onto my copy. Continue reading

High Class Problems

It’s late, but I’ve got The Insomnia, so here I am, writing another entry. Will the wine work, or will the writing work? One of these things should get me sleepy. I’ve got work in the morning.

Um. So.

I ran into my friend Alex at the store last night. We went to college in Austin together, and he is now my neighbor, living just across the major street in our neighborhood. I think that’s the coolest thing. I get home late from work and run to the store, and who’s in line? Alex. It really made it feel like Eagle Rock is becoming an actual neighborhood, and not this place far away off The 2, where nobody ventures out unless they want to visit me or get some of the best Mexican food in Los Angeles. Continue reading