ktown boiling crab

we waited two hours last night so i could eat shrimp out of a bag

i don't think it's just fast food

i've noticed that lately that my heart is always racing after i eat. at two o'clock i'm at my desk thundering like a racehorse 

fully executed

i hold ke$ha's signature in my hands

impromptu country

the photoshop elves have been working hard

yesterday at work it was mandatory to watch this young man here perform at five o'clock. for those who were considering abstaining, the music department sent hall monitors to make sure we had all left our desks and went to the second floor lobby. needless to say, the room was packed. i, for one, enjoyed the show. everyone else did too, in the beginning. but by the fourth song you could feel the mounting anxiety in the room as people felt like they really needed to return to their desks.

humphrey round end table

fuckin fantastic

news flash, welcome to the world we live in

look at me

buca showed me the best thing ever this morning. my life won't be complete now until i have them

hitchcock cigar

i want a picture of me doing this

the clarins look

i let one of those mall department store makeup ladies put on my face. should really accept how clown-like they look as foreshadowing of how clown-like they will make me look.

sustained

I had so much junk food for lunch that my heart is racing. I ate a filet-o-fish sandwich and fries and two slices of domino's veggie pizza. Sometimes I just need to binge.

crash

tonight i was driving around, pissed off as usual, when i became stuck in bad traffic and saw that a man (on foot? on bike?) had been hit by a car. the man who'd hit him was out of his car, frantic and distraught. the man who'd been hit was on the ground and my windows were down and i thought i could hear him crying. suddenly i wasn't angry anymore. of course i was distracted and ended up missing my turn and had to turn around and drive by this scene again and this time the man who'd been hit had been loaded into an ambulance on a stretcher and i could see his feet shaking violently. it's an eerie feeling to witness one of someone else's worst days ever. do the people who witnessed my worst day ever remember it?

evangeline wardrobe

want this wardrobe very much

thin mints

i'm pretty sure my office is the last one still eating girl scout cookies. i just opened a box of thin mints that i was gifted this afternoon. my boss has two big cardboard cartons of gs cookie boxes left and i think we'll be eating them until the end of time. his two little daughters came into the office and sold them up and down the talent agency hallways and i can't think of a more LA childhood.

resort spring collection

today is the second day of spring

walk away

i went to see dia frampton perform at the troubador sunday night. her band, meg & dia, was hands down my favorite favorite band of my undergraduate years. what is the name for this milestone, when everything that used to make you happy makes you sad?

girls in their rooms

awesome

hemingway's and roxbury

we went out in hollywood last night, where the women are such towering makeup'ed glamazons that they seem to be a new breed of human or drag queen. see-through shirts and visible bras are in.
we did everything in excess and by one am were telling one another just how much we loved each other and why. at two there was widespread panic and hysteria because everyone was fighting for taxis in mild rain. by three (my twentieth hour of wakefulness) we were at an after-party in an unfamiliar hollywood apartment. probably by three-thirty i was asleep on the bachelor pad leather couch with my face smushed into a pillow while everyone kept partying, whatever that means. by five we were back in studio city at john's, outside trying to catch the cats, mary and jane, who'd gotten loose when the door hadn't been closed. after they were captured i cozied on the brown couch under a brown blanket while катя fed me focaccia with goat cheese and john  made me (heated me) a small pepperoni pizza. john's cousin natalia sat on the floor and ranted about her hatred of goat cheese and childhood summer camp bicycling trips to a goat cheese farm. by five-thirty in the morning i was dead to the world and i dreamt that all of my lower teeth were horrifying, broken and jagged white coral. when i closed my mouth all the corals would fold backwards into my mouthspace. in the later morning i woke up and it was raining. hard. 

omen

boss just left for the day. he packed up his things and pointed at me and said, "Monday's going to suck." and scurried away.

gmt

every day at work i'm counting time zones on my fingers. la to new york - plus three, la to milano - plus nine, what the fuck is greenwich time. meanwhile, sitting to my right is a telephone capable of so many functions that it must be an advanced life form.

dreamlove

i was in dreamlove (the kind of all-consuming, hyper-intense love you only feel in dreams) last night when i dreamt that i was dating sharon needles and i was the only female he had ever wanted.

is this what happens when you watch too much drag race?

continued farming

i've been very slowly growing basil

return to earth

you may or may not know that i've been composting since mid-january. here is the status of my pile:

tumbling bin corner

innards

doing fabulous

after about two months of tumbling and watering, the compost is finally looking like dirt. the only things that went into it were leaves, grass clippings, cardboard, fruit and vegetable peels, and a bouquet of flowers.

matchy matchy

scone sunday

recap last last sunday:

missy, surveying the scene

baking cranberry and meyer lemon scones at eight in the morning. i've been making meyer lemon everything. and though i generally avoid behaving domestic at all costs, i wouldn't mind baking every sunday. unfortunately, i've gained three pounds since taking a desk job.

impulse buy. i'm rediscovering how damn comfortable sneakers are and how fun it is to break into a skip or a run.

totally thrilled with my new shoes.
i haven't shaved my legs since valentine's day.

rhondavous

going to a drag queen club --> unnecessarily long line for the women's restroom. friday night we went dancing to deep house at A Club Called Rhonda, the undisputed mecca for HOUSE, DISCO, AND POLYSEXUAL HARD PARTYING. 

women's day

this morning i fell off my bike on the way to work and then i went home and cried

what day is it

i swear i attend a russian language class that's actually an english language class in disguise for russian speakers. i get off of work across town at 7 pm and am sitting in class by 8 pm and i make this trek because this class never ceases to amaze. today after the ten-minute break two of the students bust back into the classroom with a big bouquet of flowers and wine for the teacher. i was confused and then realized that i had totally forgotten that tomorrow is international women's day. it was sad to realize that i'd totally forgotten, since i've had festive women's days for the past two years, receiving flowers and playing durak in 2010 and going out to vareniki dinner with mrs. tuckersman at troyka, where the chair broke to pieces under her, in 2011.

doo-wop

i felt brave monday morning. fast forward to tuesday night i'm completely overwhelmed and ready to check out for the week. i should have done homework tonight but i was only able to bike back from work, make dinner, and watch drag race before bleak took over.

totemic animals

today in russian 3 we were taught that the word for bear is a combination of the words for "honey" and "to know" (by intuition, as opposed to acquired or academic knowledge). a bear, then, is one who intuitively knows where the honey is.

speaking of bears, my mom called me tonight to tell me that my own little bear, missy, tried to come upstairs in the middle of the night and slipped (her back legs are weak) so that she was hanging on with her front paws but had lost grip with her back paws and was stuck dangling with only a few steps to go. she cried so loudly that it woke my mom sleeping in her bedroom with the doors shut. my mom came to a midnight missy rescue. on the phone ma said - you've never heard her cry before. it sounds human. 

monday morn

i feel good about this monday.

i'm currently listening to ella fitzgerald, ding-dong! the witch is dead.

also, my transfer out of russian 4 and into russian 3 to accommodate my work schedule has been (informally) accepted. wonderful news. i start tonight. 

Буду рада Вас видеть в Русском 3, но поменять секцию уже, боюсь, поздно. Думаю, что самое простое решение такое: Вы останетесь зарегистрированной в Русском 4, а приходить будете на Русский 3.

gde gena

look who i found

He was once a strange, nameless toy. He came to us from a distant, hot land in a box with oranges. Then this unknown, wild animal assumed his own name, Cheburashka. Everyone fell in love with him so strongly that he became the closest friend to a few generations of children! He is sweet and cuddly and will always be there for you...

december 1980

yesterday i discovered what is now one of my favorite pictures. it's my mom when she was twenty-four at the park with my one-month-old brother

clifford and frances

my boss in milan

i'm feeling ... oyster-y ...