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 Birds, all’s been quiet on the blog front for some time now. Mostly been busy, and when not insanely busy, insanely resting. Spring break happened, but I’m too old to cavort around Mexico with a bunch of college freshmen, too travel-weary from the past three months to go camping up north or to follow through on planned trip to San Francisco. Picture above shows you that a) I’m now a blonde, b) WB [...] No one said the good life was easy, Pretty Birds. PS. This golf-cart spawn would never fly in New York. It’s one of those only-in-SoCal-or-retirement-friendly-areas kind of things, you know, like dry weather and year round outdoor strip malls. Men and boys grilling up a storm, while I’m chillin’ out with a bottle of Cazadores, hanging with WB and Auntie Shantelle. Perfect world. Clearly the brown version of the Malboro Man. He loves his coffee, his denim, and his cigarettes almost as much as he loves Louis L’amour and Spaghetti Westerns. Here he is at the state line, less than an hour ago, ordering his own brand of poison. He had a pony as a child and grew up in the Hi-Desert. He owns guns and crossbows and never waxes his unibrow. He is anti-Hollywood in [...]
I’m Auntie of the Year from Jacqueline Fonte on Vimeo. Hate to say I told you so, Birds, but my niece is so much cooler than yours. Than you. And as you can tell from this video, I’m obviously auntie of the year. Lol.
Last night, Birds, headed to Orange County from Westwood Village, I thought about all the bad I’m going to do in my lifetime, because I will do bad. When I was young brat, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would generally tell you that I either wanted to be a neurosurgeon or a hairstylist or a maybe someone who writes, but most of all I wanted [...]  After what was, by most accounts, a chaotic, semi-horrific day, I left Intelligentsia in Venice and headed to Huntington Beach for an impromptu sushi-fest with sisterfrannnn Noe. During this sushi fest, I mentally made notes to get some painting and some school work done; Noe dished on her eyebrow threading experience. (I want to try it, but Birds, no one touches these bountiful brows but me!) And because my brain has turned into a vacuous [...] Birds, remember how I used to joke that broke is the new black? It rarely happens, I know, but I was wrong. Damaged is the new black, and since I’m the “dark and twisty” sort, I’m doing just swell fitting in these days. (I think the man who called me this lifted it straight from a Grey’s Anatomy episode. Since I’m fan-enough to recognize someone plagiarizing Shonda and company, it doesn’t seem right to feel anything [...]  Birds, I’m back. From Catalina, that is. Rough life, I know, as my friend Jason reminded me yesterday evening. (And apparently I’m not the only blogger who was on the island last week? Lol. I kind of love it when you guys email me links, and weird, bizarre, completely coincidental strings of things happen. BTW, that blog brings the lollllls. Stash it in your pocket Google Reader?) But before we can discuss the serious lust of Catalina, let [...] Keeg, via text to me, tonight @ half-past 11 NYC-time: ”Someone suggested to me that we had to live up valentines day this year so we could send you a photo to make you jealous and to equal the video you posted . . . Well, that someone would be junenoire . . . and let me just say since I’m at home in bed and becky is sick but still skyping with johnnyboy [...] |
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