office space lullaby

every day i think, this is the most hostile day at work i've ever seen. and then the next day, i think, no, this is the most hostile day. people are always yelling and screaming at each other and it's a very unprofessional mess. i remain neutral but frazzled, with my obliviousface on. i've taken to doing yoga in the elevator up to and down from the eleventh floor. i'm so glad i'm going back to monterey

醫 ill sounds cured with alcohol

i need some alone time. and by some i mean a lot. no - i don't want to hang out. yes, i am doing something later. nothing

greener & greener

do you remember when i was obsessed with the gamble house? i had a picnic there yesterday in the back yard and we had wine and cheese and strawberry cake and played with a puppy. steph is friends with the boy who lives in the servants' quarters and he gave us a tour of the house. it's very turn-of-the-century meet me in st. louis.

gumby

i'm going to try to detox my current malaise with yoga. tonight was the first time that i was so sweaty all over that i was sliding all over my mat.

where's my gasoline

my past two weeks have been work, driving at least six times between los angeles and orange county, three birthdays, bachelorette party, two wedding rehearsals, a baptism, a wedding, and two flat tires. most expensive month ever. i would like to reclaim my life and sanity now.

median kablooey

flatted a tire for the second time in two weeks. i'm considering not driving anymore.

chili and scallop

tonight катя and mrs. tuckersman made paella worthy of being served in spain. i made a very drinkable sangria.

катя and i have been looking at artificial birds for our hard costumes this year, which reminds me of when i used to go to the craft store with my ma when i was little and we would buy empty bird cages and birds and eggs nest and moss to decorate them with.

feng hanping

not bad

consumers beware

this garlic rice noodle soup bowl from trader joe's tastes just terrible. do not re-commend

wanksta

a bunch of people, including a director, producer, location scouts, and miscellaneous crew, surprise stampeded through my apartment today and walked through all the rooms and looked at the stuff we put up on the walls and remarked that we have a nice pad and took lots of pictures for our potential fifteen minutes of location fame for some nbc procedural. i hope we get picked! my room could not be more of a mess right now and i think they took lots of pictures of my bras and makeup and trash and stray lemon all over the place.

the wtf mise-en-scène:

my vanity, aka where the stairs meet the floor

katya's corner with tampon moat

spray paints, curler, charger, lemon, crumpled newspapers from madrid

desk entropy

my costume closet vomiting all over the place

french press in a shoebox. i don't have an explanation either.

danger danger

shard of glass in my bed. why?

new distraction

nietzche nietzche nietzche

i just signed up for the gre because i hate myself and the way my life is going nowhere

aaa

flat tire. expensive kablooey.

i didn't always talk like a frog

today at work we called kourtney kardashian and left her a voicemail asking her to participate in a focus group about banking.

sporty spice

bagel surprised me with a bicycle and i think i'm going to name her nina. we broke her in on the fourth of july by bicycling her down from the hollywood hills past west hollywood through beverly hills down to the mid-city for a barbecue, fourteen miles round-trip. sometimes the hills were too steep and i had to jump off and walk. we were attacked on the way home on the stretch of the walk of fame by a crazy homeless man who ran into the street in front of the bicycles.

marsha marsha marsha

greenland greenland greenland

slim pickins

nothing is sadder than the eating habits of women who work in offices. these ladies drastically reduce their consumption in order to compensate for their stationary days. i looked into a communal box of donuts and it was filled with plastic knives and fourths of donut rings because each lady could only stand to eat a sliver. at lunch, no one ever seems to be eating food - it's always either fruit on a paper plate or lean cuisine. in the elevator today, a lady was picking at a cup of unbuttered unsalted white popcorn.

the case for holly golightly cloning

i just watched breakfast at tiffany's for the first time with khenkel and it was long and bad but it got me to thinking about how it shouldn't be allowed for a woman like that to ever die