dark paradise

registered for classes today and roamed the lower east side with piggy and ate some fantastic fried chicken and waffles. compy is back from his vacation in midtown. here's my best find of the day - fantastic demo version of dark paradise

rough life

here i am, in manhattan. my computer is in a shop in midtown because it's lost its damn mind. no computer then makes house hunt difficult. (i'm currently borrowing piggy's netbook.) i've been looking at dingy little hovels for days, made one offer and was rejected, and tonight finally landed a temporary shelter near cobble hill for three weeks, after which i may find moving into a women's dorm to be my best option. as for my reception from the new yorkers, so far a man in a bar has told me that i look entitled and disinterested, and a man on the street in times square today told me that if i exercised i would be gorgeous. our friend dw says that these men are practicing  the technique of using "negs." back at home, ma says my dog is sick. i love you missy get well soon   

the eagle has landed. in a swanky manhattan financial district studio. 

goodbyes

i was EXTREMELY spoiled yesterday. as my parting gift katya took me out to lunch at Home in Los Feliz and then to an oyster dinner in silverlake. sigh.

we were broken into

sveta called me at work to say that our house had been broken into. though the doors were all still locked, her macbook pro was gone and miss tomb's room had been thoroughly trashed. someone had climbed in our kitchen window and back out again. i cancelled my after-work goodbye party and rushed home from work early - i was completely terrorized by the thought that teddy, my furry charge, whose pen was right next to the site of intrusion, may have been abducted. when i arrived home i was fully relieved to find him panting at me from inside his pen. jenner and clemmie were okay too. we were scared that jenner may have been seriously hurt if he had tried to go after the thief. frenchie's and tim's rooms had not been disturbed, and my laptop had not been taken from the dining room. however, all the drawers in miss tomb's room had been pulled out and thrown on the floor, her closet was thrown apart, her ornaments were broken, and all the valuables had been taken. there was something very disconcerting about the scene - i felt thoroughly violated seeing her room and our home that way. the burglary brought out the best in our friendfamily. sveta, only three days in la and already experiencing disaster, was wonderfully brave and positive, which was a godsend. tim, normally one of the quieter housemates, stepped up and was very thorough and constructive in what actions to take in the aftermath. mr. tomb, his girlfriend, other miss tomb, her boyfriend, the rocket engineer, and bagel all came over to provide support while we waited over four hours for the police to come. the rocket engineer and bagel both independently decided to bring laptops borrowing and changing account passwords. other miss tomb ordered delivery from thai boom and frenchie and mr. tomb played the piano and guitars to assuage the sad feelings.  

second-to-last weekend

friday at five katya asked me to come pick her up. her car had started smoking on the freeway and she'd had to get off and go to the nearest mechanic. i couldn't get there until seven-thirty, after work. when i got there, the shop had been closed and she'd spent the past two-and-a-half hours at the mechanics' friday barbecue at the back of the shop, where she enjoyed guacamole and jalapenos with some armenian and egyptian mechanics and a pack of dogs. when we got home, miss tomb had a filet-o-fish and french fries waiting for me on the table. i nummed them down.then keith picked us up in his new mustang convertible and we whizzed around la with the top down until my eyes were red and dry. we danced around weho and after a miserable and sickly next morning bagel and i biked along the ballona creek trail to the beach, where the air was too still to fly my kite, and back.

just found this again

bagel made this for me when i was in new york this past feb

the greatest

separation anxiety

Miss Tomb says that I am the person she looks forward to seeing the most coming home from work and I affirm that the reverse is true

crunch crunch

i've been eating croutons out of the bag at my desk and i've eaten so many croutons that my mouth won't stop watering

ted

i am currently dogsitting cathy's very rambunctious morkie puppy, teddy, while she is in china. i've spent probably the last hour building an elaborate enclosure under my desk to keep him from scurrying around and chewing things up all night long. let me just say that it is extremely challenging to build an enclosed space out of random things in your room, with no spaces for a very squirrely and determined bite-sized puppy to squeeze through. (he can collapse his body to fit through holes as if he were an octopus through a straw.)
so instead of listening to him drag things around all night, now i can just listen to him cry desperately. don't you like the resort i made you?

it even has a porthole

little guardian

princess clemmie welcomes you to the mid-city manor

astrid's meal

if they like it they can have mor

closing time

moving seems to be an overly traumatic experience that continuously happens to me. given how attached/picky/needy i am when it comes to living spaces, i can't believe i've lived in four different places in the past year and i have to start putting myself away into sad boxes again, so i can move into a borrowed foxhole, just until i can find an altogetherly new foxhole. 

that was me

didn't expect to go to HARD this year, but then this happened: 

That's me! me me me. I randomly entered at work and I won. Thanks, PAPERMAG, for picking lil' ol' me! wooty woot! but for now I'm still at work

I had the interesting opportunity to pick up the tickets from a very prominent celebrity PR agency in LA, one that I actually work with most days. While waiting in reception, I saw the boy, soon to give me my hard summer tickets, handing a colleague some phone contraption and explaining how she could use it to share anything and everything at hard - pictures, video, blurbs. It made me think about how everyone wants to share nowadays, but no one really gives a fuck on the receiving end.

katya's first day at the mid-city manor