Tag: Los Angeles
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this is a reminder to myself
This entry is for me. I don’t want to forget today, as I’m home now, thinking about everything that happened that led me to here. I wake up in this house that is mine, that I own, with my husband. He lets me sleep in. I get to work early. I drink coffee. Email. More…
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A Night With Mousy and the Puppethead
We walk into the tiniest little Tiki bar on Sunset, where “Everybody Plays the Fool” is on the jukebox, mashed-up with some reggae beat. We take a seat and wait for Tom and Frank, who are meeting us for a drink before we go to dinner and a movie. Frank and I talk about the tiny…
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With the Lights Out, It’s Less Dangerous.
My favorite part of the article Dan just quoted is this: “Office workers took the opportunity for an extended lunch as police and fire sirens echoed in the background.” And that’s how LA handles it. “Sweet! Extra lunch, dude!” But writers, we can write on paper, so there was no lunch break for us. In…
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dropping in
I am at a hair salon, the one I go to on Sunset, and while I’m waiting to take these pieces of foil out of my head, I decided to open my computer. Here, at the salon, I have wireless. It is times like this when I don’t understand why people fear technology.
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Them!
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…
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not funny ha-ha.
There’s this guy who hangs out at our local coffeeshop. He’s one of our regular crazies. I mean this as affectionately as possible, as he’s an endearing form of crazy. He’s small and heavily tattooed in tiny little self-made, prison-looking blue symbols. There’s writing on his knuckles, a tiny tattoo in the corner of his…
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Kanye West: Late Registration
Song: “Gold Digger” I’m a sucker for a well-timed “Unh,” and this track is filled with them. Yesterday I complained about the state of music, but I just spent a buck to have this song on my iPod, because I need to hear it about every hour. I almost got a speeding ticket this morning…
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tee-hee. “duty.”
So, I’m not the person who updates my profile on IMDB.com. What’s interesting to me is that somebody does. Someone put in my birthdate, this website, the name of my husband (getting our anniversary incorrect, but still…) I find it fascinating. I know it’s not my mother, because she has no idea what the words…
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don’t worry…
I thought I’d be a good girl this morning, and do some yoga before heading to work, as we got a later call time today. I pulled out my mat and hit mute on the television, willing to do my workout to the sound of Howard Stern. Stee’s morning ritual dictates the only sound other…
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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…