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come here often? [Jun. 21st, 2011|12:13 am]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
[mood |recumbentrecumbent]

oh, hello, there.

thinking about using LJ again has me feeling weirdly nervous, the same way I do about writing in my paper journal sometimes; while it helps to Get It All Out, saying It can be a little painful.

think it's time to re-introduce myself to my journal with a few choice random nuggets. my easy cheater's way to write.

have been feeling old. 27 has some sort of weighty significance for me - not really sure why, other than it's solidly past "mid-twenties" and also it's three cubed, which is a number that makes me happy, for a very convoluted reason having to do with factors of my favorite number, twelve.

I don't think I'm worried about turning 27 - as I said, I feel old, not young - but it certainly seems, well, high up there compared to, you know, other ages I've been so far.

not sure whether to truly throw myself into searching for a challenging, mind-bending new job (e.g. marketing director of all things new and awesome) or let myself relax with something like the job I just spotted on CL, "head proofreader" at a local company. wait, you're telling me I can proof shit (which is kind of what I've been doing for everyone around me for the past 10 years) and get paid $55K a year for it? hmmmm.

BUT BUT BUT oh noooo what if it's not fulfilllllling enough, and I hate having to dedicate 8 hrs a day to mind-numbing work when a more challenging job would really be more fun? but wouldn't the easy peasy proofing job let me then have more fun in the rest of my life?

worth investigation.

I really would like to talk to my friends, in real life, more often.

they are unendingly wonderful and I want more QT with their faces.

I wonder if instituting Sunday afternoon teatime would ever actually work? I do have a tea set.

I wish my boyfriend didn't have stalkable ex-girlfriends. I wish I didn't care that his stalkable ex-girlfriends seem so much more admirable than I. e.g. the one who's actually now a visiting linguistics professor at Pomona, and also is in the band Figurine with Jimmy Tamborello that I've loved for years. that's just... not fair. that motherfucker is everything I'd like to be. awesome nerd profession (I loovvvve linguistics) plus awesome rad music career (OK, not really a career, they are very un-famous, but still). I mean really.

is it horrible that my next thought is "hey, at least my boobs are way better than hers"?

I just got my favorite tall slouchy grey Zara boots fixed. I'd thought they were irreparably scuffed and worn, but the geniuses at Victor's Shoe Repair in the wilds of Burbank were everything Yelp said and more. boots are smooth and grey and un-scuffed and totally destroyed heels are perfectly replaced. all for 25 dollars. highly recommended to anyone with shoe-destroying tendencies and no cash for new ones.

I wonder if Lewis will ever stop biting me as a hilarious way to entertain himself.

just idle curiosity here.

which one of us will have children first?

I bet we all end up surprised.

finally encountered a reason that my 2005 Mac Powerbook G4 isn't good enough for modern times. it's too old for Netflix streaming. you can't even walk up to Netflix streaming with a fake ID if your processor's pre-Intel.

not even if your really sweet boyfriend gave you his password so you could sit by yourself and watch documentaries about shipwrecks any time you wanted.

I can never remember the name of that brand of really high-end maraschino cherries that make cocktails so amazing. it starts with "V," but that's all I can ever remember. an image of the octagonal jar and yellow label is burned into my brain, but the name completely escapes me every single time.

maybe mister brain is trying to prevent me from successfully spending $11 or whatever on a jar of cherries. jesus christ they're delicious though. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about; you're classy like that.
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Lewis sez [Dec. 25th, 2007|01:48 pm]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."

Even a heathen half-Jew like me needs an excuse* to say "Happy Christmas, friends!"


(*excuse: getting Lewis on icanhascheezburger.com. Vote for him!)
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(no subject) [Dec. 20th, 2007|02:55 am]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
i thought last night was the final 3-am bedtime night. HAHAHAHAHA SUCKER <---me.

adobe illustrator is the most time-consuming program in the entire universe. i think i wrote my senior thesis in the same amount of time it's taken me to create a digitally illustrated line of 12 sweaters, theme boards, color boards, fabric & trim boards, and construction sketches.

i cannot wait until 3pm tomorrow. i will be finished. i've enjoyed design-n-marketing school, but dear dear lordy, can i not wait until 3pm tomorrow.

which is only 12 hours from now. good night.
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OOOH [Aug. 16th, 2007|06:37 pm]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
Sept. 10, Spoon is playing at the Fonda. I know their peak was a few years ago but I lovvvve them and I've never seen them live and it will be fab no matter what.
Sept. 11, Mezzanine Owls are playing with The Brunettes and Ferraby Lionheart at Cafe Du Nord in San Francisco, which will be a rad show.
Sept. 12, I have a birthday.

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(no subject) [Jul. 16th, 2007|09:03 pm]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
Your 80s Theme Song Is:

Heart of Glass by Blondie


by the way, i have a very urgent need to throw a bitchin' party. like, now.
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Giant Drag's Annie cut her finger, so Mez Owls are in their place! [Jun. 17th, 2007|11:45 am]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
TODAY!! Little Radio summer camp party:

Special Guests - 5pm
Mezzanine Owls - 4pm
Simon Dawes - 3pm

21 & older only (unless under 10 w/ parents - we are kid friendly)
$10 at the door - This includes drinks and show
Wristbands will be required to enter the venue and the parking lot (no exceptions)

Future performers include: Dead Meadow, Great Northern, Riverboat Gamblers, and more surprise guests.

1218 Long Beach Ave.
Los Angeles, CA. 90021
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Bad news. [Apr. 27th, 2007|09:48 pm]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
I feel a little silly writing an LJ post about this, especially its being the most formal way I'm talking about it, but I want to say it in some way and this is as good as any, I guess.

Charlie got hit by a car last night. We found him in the morning when he didn't come running in. He must have just gotten hit in the head. I don't think I've ever cried this much in one day. He's missing from every part of our normal day at home. I know he's gone but I can't yet stop the little blips of habitual thinking--oh, don't open the door, he'll get out; be careful you don't squash him in his usual place at the foot of the bed; when heading down the front steps, he should be rolling around on the gravel there; in the bathroom, shouldn't he be poking his nose in the door and catwalking along the side of the tub?--and it's incredibly strange and wrong.

We'll miss you horribly, little Mr. Mustachio Nut. We already do.

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Saturday Spring Cleaning! Sweet! [Apr. 5th, 2007|03:54 pm]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
You know those clothes that sit in your closet that you never ever wear but you can't quite get rid of, because they:
a)were so expensive at the time; b)are so nostalgic because you had some very magical moment whilst wearing them; c)still look nice, even though they're not your thing anymore at ALL; d)used to be in style at some distant past point...? We all have 'em.

Well, the sad truth is you're still never going to wear that stuff again. Your life will be better without them hanging around, giving you guilt, and taking up space without even paying rent.

Since getting rid of clothes is always easier when you're giving them to someone cool, AND GETTING NEW AWESOME STUFF IN RETURN, I'm throwing a Spring Cleaning Clothing Swap this Saturday afternoon. There'll be tea and cookies and some bitchin' tunes. Not to mention other people's bitchin' freebies.

Saturday April 7. 1-5 PM.
My front yard (1630 Micheltorena St. 90026)

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i ate some 5 minutes ago. [Mar. 13th, 2007|12:49 am]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
broccoli is love
brought to you by the isLove Generator

i never do meme things but i randomly hit this one and the result is just too funny.
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2007|10:40 pm]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
i was driving home in the dark from beverly hills. late end of a long and isolated day. going north on the 110 off the 10 east, i got to drive up from below downtown, through, and out of it, which i love. tonight was even better; the sky was dark, the buildings were glowing, and i felt like i was floating in my car with an ephemeral world of toy structures assembling themselves outside ahead of me. there were so many little windows still lit up at 8:30 p.m. and i realized it made me feel better to think of all the people still working in those buildings behind those windows. but at the same time it was even more isolating--knowing intellectually that there were little people, movers and shakers and none of the above, surrounding me in those rooms, but still seeing them as tiny toys, like Sim people in outdated business suits and plastic hair, with no connection at all to my reality. do you know what i mean? do you ever feel like you could almost lift away from yourself as you're doing something, because everything around seems so apart from you? that still doesn't explain it. anyway. i also thought how driving on a freeway is one of the most isolated things you can do while surrounded by people. there's no chance for eye contact or even for scanning faces, even in a car several yards from you. you think of the cars as just cars. not people. there's a stadium full of people around you but you feel all by yourself. this isn't mean to sound hokey or depressed. it's just interesting.
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