who added baconismybf

I am a sweet gal & honest.

I'm really good at Reading fast & dancing.

My big eyes and lips. 

we - me, buca, and mrs tuckersman - created a stalker account on okc a long long time ago. years, even. just for observational and scientific purposes, you know. except along the road we let people who let people who let people borrow our stalker account for the scientific community's research purposes. and now somehow so many people are using our stalker account that i don't even know who they are. people are running searches in random parts of the country. we have formed our own surreptitious, faceless sub-community and should probably all be dating each other. my main question is, who favorited BaconIsMyBF? she is utterly boring but beautiful like a brunette scarlett johansson. who are you and what do you see in her

do you look forward to some sweet and honest dancing? do you dream of big lips reading fast out loud, big puzzled eyes looking confused?

sleepy hollow

buca, mrs. tuckersman, and i celebrated the halloween season today by driving out to sleepy hollow cemetery, where the headless horseman sleeps. let's keep the spirit alive by reviewing some halloween costumes of these two years past and thinking about possibilities for this year.

2010:

panda. alli pulled those branches off of a tree outside and i'm wearing her socks balled up on my head. we're in someone's apartment in the Expo Village.

hello kitty. this was the last day of the World Expo, which coincidentally was also Halloween. We weren't supposed to dress up but i did anyways.

2011:

beer maid. i borrowed this from katya's costume repetoire. she's a genie. john is john. we were at harvard & stone and it was really fun.

marie antoinette. rooftop party in downtown la. we got a lot of use out of these wigs. 

dead person. more wig. don't know what i was trying to pull off but that dress is actually something out of my regular closet. bagel and i had biked to the weho halloween parade and then ate sushi.

2012: 

i'd like to be 1. chairy from peewee's playhouse, 2. wishbone as a literary character. logistics tbd? 

look at me

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

is it lunch time yet

sick in ny. waiting for buca to walk to cobble hill so she mrs. tuckersman and i can eat

sick again

i'm really sick again. i'm baking chocolate marscapone cupcakes and watching a guy i once met at one of buca's birthday parties own everyone on jeopardy

uh

i have a real affinity for names ending in uh, like christina, luca, yuliya, my bike nina, my houseplant stine; the sound is like the pause before something great

buca says every new graduate's life is currently sucking post-college. even the people with glamorous-seeming lives. so...don't let 'em fool you.

isolation doesn't make things better

so many hugs and kisses you're like stop already, luca

ballers

one year ago i was watching the lakers celtics basketball playoffs in the fairfax district with buca and e, two sassy girls from boston. they would yell at the television and get excited and i would eat my lulu's angelhair takeout and think about how artest looks like a pharaoh. buca's house and her neighbor's house would erupt in alternating cheers.

beelzebub

we brunched at balthazar in soho for buca's birthday and i experienced slices of chocolate bread with crispy, sweet glazed crust and chunks of chocolate chips in it. i smothered it with butter and let it change my life.

the fabulous life of

it's 4:35 pm and buca and i can't figure out whether what we're heading out for is lunch or dinner

eastern promises birthday year two

My aunt Kathy gave me a very generous gift certificate to the Russian Tea Room for my birthday, and she made sure it would cover all three of us for a meal. I've never been there! A Russian girl I spoke to on New Year's Eve said dinner was the best meal there (although they do brunch, lunch, and tea service as well). So I was thinking we could do it Thursday night for dinner, but I wanted to double check with you, Val, because that is your actual birthday day.

XOXOX
Luca

embrace, be humble

how do people live alone? mrs. tuckersman left yesterday afternoon for her holidays in Bordeaux and i have been going crazy in an empty apartment. i ate carl's jr. i ate yoshinoya. i phoned buca - she says there's snow in ny. i listened to that new nelly song. i tried to unlearn the russian phonetic keyboard layout and become a proficient of the default keyboard instead. this made my head hurt so i remedied by watching toddlers and tiaras, extreme couponing, my strange addiction, and moscow doesn't believe in tears. i went out into the silver lake night and bought a hand-packed pint of gelato (european yogurt pumpkin swirl, toffee, and almond fig) and shivered all the way back to my car as the container pressed its cold to my body through my purse. my life shouldn't be any different because i'm living, thankfully temporarily, alone, but it makes me agitated and i hardly know what to do with myself. we festively wrapped our air conditioning unit with wrapping paper for christmas 2009 and it has been loudly breathing in and out crinkled breaths all night like a monster.

gainfully partfully employed

buca, after i told her on the phone about my new job,

"Asians are really into hair removal and it makes no sense."

jimmy vs. joe

i was reading a decorating blog the other day, and i came across a carpet that actually gave me epilepsy. my brain was fried. i had to lie in the dark for like an hour.

your oakleyways or your life

was able to sleep past 7 am for my first time here. becoming a real local. was woken by my work superiors, demanding to borrow my ugly oakleyways. i only value them because they are valuable $cha-ching. woke up to a deluge of wonderful e-mails from friends! very excited should sleep in more often

letters from abroad

Final thoughts: the men here are SIGNIFICANTLY better looking than in LA. I didn't want to jump to any rash conclusions because of one or two handsome men, so I gave it a good long while. But damn, ladies. I want to jump the bones of every 20th guy I see. And they're so tall and strapping! They have to bend over to fit in the underground cars! A lot of them! We ain't feeding 'em right back home or something because this is what men should be.

up in the air

I used to feel like I was an extra in some other main character's life, existing to make his surroundings more believable by tottering about. I daresay I do not feel that way anymore, though I still can't shake the feeling that things happen to me as opposed to my making them happen. I am capable only of reactions.

bon voyage to valjean, bon appétit to buca, piggy chen, khenkel, missy chen, and mrs. tuckersman.

signed sealed delivered

had a lovely time at short stop last night.

great music, great ghost stories

rosemary's pig

that thing looks blissed out

- lws