Tag: Los Angeles
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Life Lesson #32: Don’t Go To A Birthday Party That Starts At 10:00 pm.
I’m the only person at the Standard Cafe. The wireless won’t be working until at least next week, so I’m currently swiping WiFi from the Sunset Strip, trying to nurse my stomach back into working order. It’s all my fault, this feeling. Well, it’s a little not my fault, but it’s mostly my fault.
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making friends
I’m supposed to be writing something that’s due very soon, which means all I want to do is write the blog entry that’s been sitting in my head for a week. I’ll get this out, and then I can go over to Word and finish the outline for the new novel. I procrastinate work with…
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the perks.
The first pass pages just arrived of Why Moms Are Weird. This is the first time it really looks like a book, with justified margins and special fonts for the chapter headings, and a dedication all in bold. This is when I somehow get even more nervous, because that means it’s only a few short…
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Only in Los Angeles…
… will you find yourself in Silverlake, driving behind a car with the license plate that reads “IM PUCK.” Which immediately makes you: A) Pretty sure you know exactly who’s behind the wheel even though– B) You’ve never met this person and it– C) Makes you want to get out of the car at the…
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Come On, Jet Blue.
This is ridiculous. I’m now sitting in the JFK airport, with free wireless, having a glass of wine and sushi as I wait for my flight to start boarding. You must know: 1. I normally would never do this. 2. But this is my vacation, and I told myself I’d do things I normally wouldn’t do.…
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shh. new york. please. ow.
dear new york. i know. i know. it’s almost six in the morning. what am i doing up? well, it’s not because i just woke up. it’s because i just got home. you see, new york, i think if i lived here, i’d look much older. i think i’d have amazing friendships, but i’d have…
