Saw 'TEAM AMERICA' last nite with dy and todd. Stupid, crude, intended-offending, puppets being the main theme. It could possibly be one of the best movies for me of the year. Or maybe of all time. At one point, i was laughing so hard, i couldn't breathe...
My auctions did great. I made almost a c-note on crap I didn't want anymore. And dy's nerdy auctions did wonderful. i made 1/2 of just 3 of his, with my 9. Too bad 4 things didn't sell at all.
And i got new adidas kicks from Pig-pig! They make me wanna breakdance.
My world is in total movement. Dy's about 88% moved in as my ROOMIE (everybody is making such a big deal that we are gonna live together, but then again, maybe it is and i'm in some kind of reality fog...). I'm currently flying by the seat of my pants, waiting to jump at anything as far as my job career is going. I'm doing freelance for Sticky-chan and fiance', work is a fukin' joke cuz nobody gives a shite about it, and we are all bitter and bored and aggro (or maybe it's just me again only in an insubbordinate fog). Andrea put in her notice last week and we all made planz to go to tha famous 'Koi' to celebrate the weekend before her last dayz.... There's furniture everywhere the freakin apt and Mistress is having a cat-scratch-fever fieldday with Dy's couch. I just put up 12 frickin' auctions on ebay with more to go cuz we are trying to get rid of our geeky junk (anime/comics-me, warhammer/modelkits-dy). Need to get my portfolio together, and sell off Kat's furniture... damn, this week i'm anticipating a trainwrecks worth's of work in life.
And as i watched 'Easy Rider' on Friday, i re-realized how hot Fonda was, and that i couldn't sing the national anthem from start to finish. I could only recall the first few stanzas, making me afraid. Afraid because I use to sing it every-frickin'-day from kindergarden to 6th grade, and I can't do it anymore. like i'm loosing my mind, starting with little bits of insignificant memory in the corners of my grey matter. Oh yeah, and I made some yummy chicken curry tonight for dinner. Thanks et-chan for the receipe*
Sooooo.... Mistress has struck again. Some backgound info, Andy moved her litter box out of his closet and next to my computer desk in the living room. As I was chattin' with Etsu a bit ago, and Dy was warping images on my computer, she crawled into her little cubbie and took the biggest crap i have ever seen come out from such a small animal. She pretty much gave birth to a brown baby. *Observe* Then she proceeded to clean herself. *Look* This will be a constant reminder for me not to accept her kisses...
Just got back from watching 'DIG!' with Dy and Rudi. As a Dandy fan, my bias review is to be expected. Go see it what a bunch of sexy, indie, rockstar brats they are!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TINO MY BROTHA'
Last nite i had a dream of a wonderful, but fictious thing called 'Aged Oreos'. It looked like regular Oreos, but the cream part was 3x the abundance it normally was, and was kind of airy and swirly white/brown. as if the cream filling was meringued and browned by an oven. Maybe this is an epiphany of a new type of confection that will make me millions of riches? Or maybe this is a sign to stop eating Oreo's since i've been eating them daily for 2 weeks now...
So in leu of my stressin' week at work, my beloved took it upon himself to schedual me a spa day at Burke Williams in west hollywood. Yes, i am braggin here folks. My man is thoughtful and caring. I had a body wrap, relaxation massage, and facial all schedualed for today. He also threw in a body shower, but i didn't feel like having people touch me all over and cancelled it. This was my first time at a spa, and it was pure heaven. Everyone was really nice, talked in hushed tones, and the facility was well equipted. The body wrap i highly recommend, for warm relaxation. Since i'm overly ticklish, the massage wasn't really for me. I must have busted out laughing like 5 times during the session. And the facial was very pampering. The girl said I had excellent skin and made her job easy. and that totally surprised me, cuz i always thought my nose, forhead and chin was always fuked up. She also dipped my hand in parafin and put little bootie mitts on. it felt really weird when she pulled them off. And my sessions were one right after another. I had to get fully naked under the robe! but one cannot be so modest at a spa... the fact that i was sooo relax made me not care anywayz. Dy picked my spoiled ass up 2 hours later and took me to In'n Out. I told him i wish to do this once a month. He replied,"In'n Out? No problem.."
I was this close.. this close to telling my boss to fuk off and walk out on my job. I swear, my stress level is freakin' off the chart. No amount of pay is worth this. this job is masochistic. i'm so itchy, i think i'm getting hives from it.
Is it wrong for me to be sitting here, procrastinating finishing the damn buttons I agreed to make for work i promised by tomorrow, sipping my 3rd drink of Woodford Reserve bourbon, on a monday nite, because i just got home 40 mins ago from the hellish binds i call my workplace?
That place will either turn me to an alcoholic, like the owner, or drive me out of my mind. But on the brighter side, i do have an immediate goal in my sight. I came across these in a mag and simply fell in love. I MUST get these somehow. Anyone got Dior connections?
So tonight, all was well, until I talked with my parents, telling them about my idea to visit with dy this October. My dad sounded happy and loved the idea i was entertaining. but the accusations and distain from my mother was almost enough for me to toss out the 'awww-i-miss-my-family' jive i was singin earlier and freakin' use my vacation time for a more extravagant cause...
What keeps me awake tonight is the mind blowing fact at how my own fuking mother can be so cruel to me. When hearing news that i was planning on vacationing for about a week and half in october, her reaction was not one of joy as one would expect. she refused to talk to me. My dad forced her and she pretty much accuses me of being a 'bad employee' for taking all these fuking trips, one after another and never working. I swear, she loves my fuking job more then I. Then she brings up how we would be an inconvenience to them cuz there's no holidays in Oct and they are working all the time. And when I told her that she'd not have to worry about us, i can be Dy's tour guide and that we were going to go to an outter island for a few days as well, she replied with a 'i'm not worried about u guys. U can do whatever u want 24 hours a day. i dont care... whatever"
Is there any logic to her way of thinking? When i relayed the ugly argument back to dy, his outside POV was that she seems to find ways to make me look bad. I fukin' agreed... He suggested we get a hotel room and 'visit' my folks at home. I'm starting to think, fuk going back to that craziness, we should just plan for Mexico or Montreal. The more i obsess over the conversation, the more I feel like doing crazy insane things to make my mom more livid. As livid as I am now. I wanna quit this job and shave my head. Sell the car and move to SF to work at Starfuks for minimum wage while i share a basement with 3 other people. And deep down inside, i just want to see my dad...
They Indian/Hindu wedding was absolutely spectacular! My only 2 regrets about the celebration was not dancing (sat on the sidelines cuz dy don't dance) and my gluttony that ended the nite short at the reception. The food was all vegi-indian and I LOVED it. I was so convinced that no meal would pass through my lips today considering the ammount i ate the nite before. Too bad majority of the Marchal clan did not appreciate spicy food. Me and Dy were going nutz over it. And they had this mango ice creme thing and this other honey cream thing and it was amazing. I could totally be a veggian in India. I wish i was a lesbo and would definitely hook up with an indian bride just so she could cook for me. And i must confess, Rachana had such beautiful bridesmaids! Absolutely stunning with saris and jewels and the dancing was exquisite. So yeah, it got so bad, that i had a hard time breathing after eating all that food. Add in the fact that the dress i was wearing was a size too small, and Thea was ready to pass out. Back to the hotel room to my jammies before the dress exploded off me.
This celebration was also a chance to meet the Marchal clan. Matt and Kelly were really kool, and all the aunts and uncles were really friendly. Being at that family gathering made me long for my own clan, and i started to have home-sikky-breakouts. Throw in a dream about me hanging out at my grandpa's house, and I was ready to pack my bags as soon as i got back to LA. Got a baby 1st bday party for my cousin's girl in the mail, and read viv's journal that she's gonna be on the rock around the same time, and hawaiian air practically giving away fares from LAX to HNL... Golly-gee! it must be fate. Guess i'll be seeing my ex-roomie sooner then i thought! Hopefully she'll be the zagat of hawai's nite life! Maybe another halloween parte'?
This wedding shite is driving me batty and broke! Came to find today, this afternoon, 3 days before we leave, that there can be absolutely NO BLACK in anything worn. So my beaded clutch, and former shoes where scratched off my attire list. Had to do some mad dash shopping for new shoes, a bag, and some bling. Got really cute shoes, a brown feather bag, and brass earrings to match setting me back 2C's. Andy's already up to about a G for this bloody event. It better be worth it.
So dy sprung it on me, today, exactly a week before we leave for Chicago for his cousin's 'Indian' wedding. He told me I was required to wear a full length skirt or dress (no pants) and no BLACK for the wedding/reception. Okay, has he not seen me stressin' over Saam's wedding to know that I do not have clothes for such occasions? I need mucho time to prepare! I thought for sure this one would have been easy, cuz i could have just worn the dress i was suppose to wear at Saam's (cuz i was parahz about someone else having the same thing...) but since that dress is BLACK, and KNEE-LENGTH, i have to scratch that idea and basically, start from scratch....
sigh, maybe a yummy cup of vanilla-rose tea latte will cheer me up. I seem to be developing a fear-like phobia of dressing for weddings...
Mistress-kitty just sneezed 7 times in a row then walked into Kat's room and puked up a whole bunch of cat food. I have to go now...
sometimes i have these insane, geeky tendencies. I must confess, i just subscribed to rentanime.com and am giddy with anticipation for my first arrivals.
'Mistress the Stinky Sneak' is her new title. Last nite, as i retired early to bed due to a caffeine induced headache, i decided to catch up on some reading (Dry - by Augusten Burroughs) After 30 mins. into it, i hear this lapping noise. As i turned around, Mistress was perched up on my nitestand with her full head in my cup of water!!! I stared at the scene, completely mesmerized for a good 30 seconds. So all this time, when i was out at work, she was probably sneaking drinks of my water! I ALWAYS have a cup of water by my bed and take sips of it at random times throughout the day! oh gawd.... so i ran out the room with the cup and she followed me and i put it on the floor and she went back drinking, and i took a pic. SEE:
oh and more reasons for Rudi 2bj of my trip to canadia:
faggy tea cafe - spiced frenchy bread cake - my 'go away' socks- a bullet shaker
ahhhh, back home from my bc vacation with the meusys and oh what they taught me... for one, they are such good people. Never letting me pay for meals, always willing to take me to whereever my heart desired, and chock full of entertainment and character i feel i have done a year's worth of exploring in the meer 5 day stay. They opened my eyes to the natural cycle of salmon life, let me get my fill of french and asian boutiques and delicacies. Up'd my culinary skills to make me a better wifey, and inspired me to get my bootie moving on my SM project. I've tried to skip stones on a river bed, saw a street urchin dance semi-nude in the rain, saw trees climb to the heavens, and ate part of a cherry-pollution tomato grown on their balcony. i've dyed Et-chan's hair, saw the mockery of KillBill and how it was a direct rip-off of an older japanese film, ate fresh blueberries for the first time, and got an excellent mint facemask from LUSH. I went to caban, and loved it.
Other random witnesses: a hyena-like dog - a warning by the hatchery - me drinking tea - cross-eyed cat - sneaky pig
Almost done with packing. In 15 heures i'll be on a plane headed for Vancouver. Aloha!
Sorry for slackin dear bloggy.
Update update: on saturday, i chicken'd out at bombing the apt with ultra flea killer cuz i realized it would lead to mass cleaning of the place later on and was such a bitch to set up. so i bought the carpet dust thing-e and did that instead. took dy to Cafe Susina for pigging out lunch action on some yummy coffee, paninis, quiche and this berry meringue cake that was to die for... wish i got a good pic of it cuz it was soo perdy.
then for din-din, i had reservations at the Pacific Dining Car downtown for some meaty delights. I of course, got the surf-n-turf. We ordered a raspberry creme brulee that was the best i ever had. No custard, all creme.
Sunday i helped Rudi with her work propaganda making cute buzzy bee buttons and got another quick lesson on how to make delicious chai lattes from scratch. I can't wait to get a real tea strainer and a martini shaker and try out my own crazy concoctions* Then that nite i was invited to have a couples dinner at Ted and Karen's place. Their place is sooo cute! Ted had a big ass grill. it made me wanna start planing to buy a house. Doubt it would be somewhere here in LA, and if it is, i would think of is mostly for profit/real estate purposes... Gawd... got so much projects an shite on the mind right now. Getting excited on 3 major ones: Rudi's cafe proposals, Robert's 'geezah' book, and Sticky Chan's trend line.... i wish i had the funds, guts, and creative time to do all three... sometimes i wish i was d-luv
I work hard for da money, so hard for da money, i work hard for da money and i'm still so fricken itchy! Damn cat, damn bugs, damn heat. Dy's bday is this sat. Oh what to get, what to get...
1. Didn't see Polyphonic cuz Dy was feeling runned down.
2. Drove to SD, met with Doselle and wifey at an Irish pub, ate excellent Irish stew, drank fruity Irish lager. Got free Comic Con passes from him and went there. Walked around for 45mins. Got clausterphobic from the 'geeky faggots' ('something'-faggots being the catch phrase of the day due to Doselle's story about some jarhead marine driving by calling him a comic faggot. To appreciate this story, you'd have to know him) Went back to the Irish pub for more liquid, then drove back home. So in total, we spent over 6 hours on the road vs. 2 hours in SD. But it was worth it considering the experience. Only have three good pics to share.
-Rudi kissing Pikachu-Spooky Dolls-the 2 Towers down in San Diego-
3. Went to the Neversoft party up in the mountainous Valley. It was weird and fun and we got a bit of sun.
Yay! 3-day weekend for moi! Got lots to do and sights to see. First off, like to say that i averted a minor crisis when my iPod froze up on me today at work. I called the Pasadena Apple store tech support which they promply transfered me to - INDIA! My first experience with job outsourcing and probably not my last. The guy was very polite and patient, and when i finally got the damn thing running right again, he seemed overjoyed as well!
So my weekend line up consists of:
FRIDAY - have lunch with Karen at the Beverly, & finally see the Polyphonic Spree at the El Rey that nite.
SATURDAY - drive down to SD with Viv and Dy for the Comic Con!
SUNDAY - Head up to the Valley for some outdoor fun at a lake...
So i got feedback from my attempt to freelance for Eenie Meenie, and turned out to be a no-go. For some reason though, i felt like i shot myself in the foot. Well, actually it was more like the face, for the last email i sent them started off as...'i dont think this will work out...' yada-yada-yada... which i realize NOW that that was real DUMB and saboteur-like. (Thea kicks her own ass*) oh well, it seemed like a cool gig, and something that i would actually wanna do full time, but the pay was insulting for my cred, and i felt that there would be a lot of miscommunication judging by their emails. Actually, emailing was the only way they contacted me, even though they had all of my info. And to top that off, i didn't even know who was emailing me. All i knew was that the sender's email was called 'Action Pants' and so that's how i addressed them... I do consider myself to be FOB/national/broken-english-lingual, but they seemed to be of the rarer, shy breed that you'd have to beatup to get info outta them...
I enjoy life's little missed obstacles that came my way this weekend. Friday me, Rudi, and Dy went to our favorite wood-fired pizza place in Silverlake, only to have our pizza given to the table next to us. A quick trade made everything okay. Then we headed over to Blockbuster to find some movies to get for 2$ each with my special discount card. This one movie i spotted called 'Tomie Replay' was some freaky japanese movie about a head of a beautiful women found growing in a little girl's body. Some doctors extracted it and it grew to an obake-like woman who terrorizes this teenager girl in search of her crazy father. I found it to be very rad, Dy was a skeptic as usual, and Rudi found it somewhat entertaining. Commentary being the key. The other movie rented was 'U got Served' which we will watch tonight. Hopefully Karen will be able to come ovah and watch it too. Unfortuately, the blockbuster zombie worker never gave me back my special discount card, so i can no longer get movies for cheap again. Saturday, I booked my tickets to BC to visit the Meusys. (Yay!) That evening Dy, Mong, Skillz and i went to their boss's b-day party in Venice. It was at a cute sushi bar (kind of small) but the bar was open, and they had casino nite. it was fun! Gary was actually drinking and pished by 11 (Asians cannot hold liquor). Rulan had this shnazzy jacket on cuz he had to make a quick appearence at some club in hollywierd, but told me that he could get me into White Lotus on thursdays cuz he was one of the party promoters there as well. Maybe i'll check it out one day. Chris's skebe friend was there and tried to pick me up again. He is so sleazy...
And finally, today me and Dy went to one of our favorite places to catch brunch only to find they got a new menu with new prices. Usually, we'd just order lattes and the breakfast crossant (priced at 4.50$). I guess they got all upscale trendy cuz the same thing costs 8.50$!!! That's not a raise in prices, that's a jack. Service definitely was slacking (we got no bread), our lattes were room temperature (notice i did not say luke-warm), the sandwich we ordered to split was 12$ of hard bread and soggy fries, and we decided to never go back there again. Fuck that. But after i found etching cream for my funky drinking glasses project and bought 2 cute skirts* And yes, 'my roommate's cat has fleas'...
So it seems everything and everyone i know is getting pulled in directions or coming to crossroads including myself. Well, actually i'm not really being taunted by the decision fairy. Well, maybe just a little. She's beating her sparkley wings at my face. Why am i making this an entry? I'm getting to be boring, or becoming like my schizo boss,... same difference.
Socal is starting to roast (especially in pasadena! ouch*) and i have become a cookie monster! god save this queen...
I must admit, the Arclight theaters are one of the nicest theaters i've been too. Those scientologists got some bank account! And it was a refreshing change to be able to drink alcohol while watching your movie. How appropriate, as a bunch of us attended the 21+ showing of 'Anchorman'. The show itself was a fun bag o' craziness. It caught me off guard with certain situations and considering 1/4-1/3 of the dialogue was ad-lib, i give it B+. yay*
Also, trying out this comment thing, or at least trying to get it to work.... blah*
new new new, bored, bored, bored, sick sick sick, me me me...
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simple folk
vivian • ty • zac • alex
steve • ewan
^do tha' 2-step^
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Refused • T(I)NC • the Dandy Warhols
WiR • Pretty Girls Make Graves
Adult • the Unicorns • Duran Duran
Ladytron • Interpol • Hello Fever
Hong Kong Counterfeit • Stereo Total
Belle & Sebastian • Comet Gain
local store purchases
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2 Raumwohnung ‡ In Wirklich
The Magnetic Fields ‡ Nonesuch
Sonar Kollektiv ‡ 3
Phoenix ‡ Alphabetical
Madvillain ‡ Madvillainy
Bjork ‡ Medulla
Faint ‡ Wet from Birth
The Hives ‡ Tyrannosaurus Hives
Stereo Deluxe ‡ 2
Stereo Total ‡ monokini
Dj Cam ‡ Fillet of Soul
Boom Bip ‡ Coryomb
Deep House ‡ disc 1
Interpol ‡ Antics (adv promo)
Sixtoo ‡ Chewing on Glass
Large Proffessor ‡ First Class
~hobbies and such~
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The power of FK!
Ruby's a true gem.
My clepto Toy collecting fix!
Rice sustains me.
Some sassy good Eats.
The flair of Blair.
LoLo66 decorates my desktop.
Buy me one of these!
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