bop bop ba

i found a reason - velvet underground

a girl like you - the troggs

i'm going to be up in the mountains that weekend

but if was in LA, i would definitely be here.

i will live through you all vicariously.

bethany

today is the day that dorothy parker and ray bradbury were born

if i ever give birth to a child i'm going to aim for today.

mission santa ines

i am so ticklish

it's amazing i don't dissolve into tiny bubbles when i walk down the street.

The Fauxrangina Challenge

so we've already established that orangina is wonderful. it is also, however, probibitively expensive. hence, The Fauxrangina Challenge.

orangina, you see, shouldn't be all that expensive. what is it, really, besides organge juice and fizzy water?

well, mr. senseless and i have set out to answer that very question. we have each - through painstaking trial and error - concocted our own recipes for orangina. mine's a little less sweet than the real thing, which i like. i suggest you give it a try.


Fauxrangina

1/3 cup orange juice
2/3 cup fizzy mineral water
1 tsp sugar

mix, stir and drink immediately.

quite refreshing.

anniversary

it was a year ago today that i posted my first entry on this site. it's been quite a year.

i think cake might be too sugary for the occasion, though. so tonight it will be an open-faced manchego and fig tartine.

salty-sweet, my favorite.

i painted my nails cotton candy pink

i thought it would make a nice change from my usual dark red. i don't know. a little more precious or something.

but now when i look down at my hands i wonder who's they are. i don't reconize them. they don't complement my skin tone or match any of my clothes. as girly as i can be about some things, i don't think cotton candy pink is one of them.

on a side note: i'm working on being more bitchy. watch out.

i suppose i'm getting used to goodbyes

it's important to get addresses.

i ate tofu until i popped

and then wandered over to to MOCA to check out saul williams and robert rauschenberg.

i have got to get out of the westside more often. maybe i'll move to little tokyo.

songs for a lazy, sunny sunday afternoon

walk in the park - oh no! oh my!

sun in my morning - saint etienne

fat and happy

that is me.

and before anyone launches in with a "you're not fat" tirade - let me explain. i am fat like a baby. i am warm and soft and pinchable. i have a tendency to lose weight at times when i am unhappy - regardless of what i eat. its like my body just refuses nourishment. but now my cells have chosen to line themselves with goosedown blankets of fat, comprised of rosemary potato chips and fried plantains and hunks of cheese. of port wine and pizza and long meals with people i love.

i could survive long winters.

how good is orangina?

so good.

i am so done with LA drivers

i have had it up to here. these people are like waxed monkeys with fake boobs and cell phones. and i think i'm being a little harsh on monkeys there.

thankfully, i'm now well enough to resume riding my bike to work. although i suppose this just opens up a whole new can of traffic worms.

a bird pooped on me just as this picture was taken

he's sad because later tonight we're going to fry him up and eat him

i am going to sleep like the dickens

watch out.

i saw the preview for the world trade center movie the other day

or, rather, i sat through it with my head turned and my hands over my eyes.

isn't it funny how you can think you're totally over something, and then bam! it all comes rushing back? not always for such a clear reason, either.

more sad than funny, i suppose - the things we carry with us.

footwear