That is totally not vanity. I made Alissa take pictures of me when I was having good hair days, and when I got my highlights and said, "Ooh! I'm blond! Quick, take a picture!"
I promise to have a dinner party and make my famous green beans for when you visit ;-) I'll miss you, and talk to you every day, and I'll be back before you know it. Hugs!
Your birthday card was so cute (and dead on) that it put tears in my eyes...I could dig being old and decrepit one day if it meant you and I were cackling about famous people over manicures.
It depends...Santa Monica smells like the ocean. Venice smells like icky Jersey shore sometimes. The freeways smell toxic in traffic, and Pasadena smells like flowers. The Westside, where I am, smells like freshly baked cookies, which is the aroma coming from my apartment.
Alissa is coming to visit in February, which means you and Lisa better get your bums here soon. Or, you can wait for May when I come home, and throw me a party.
It's finally party day at work... I don't know if it's the raging lush in me, but can I just say I'm really looking forward to getting smashed in the middle of the afternoon?
It was 1998, and I was in a group photo taken at a sweet sixteen party. A bunch of my friends were looking at it in the cafeteria, and one of the girls said I looked like Monica Lewinsky, which I didn't live down for a couple months. That girl is now buried somewhere in the Meadowlands.
Can I just tell you how irksome it is to hear people use the word 'genius' as an adjective? Chai is not genius, damnit! Do I have to school these people myself?
I still haven't seen The Departed, but if you & Miss L make it to the theatre, enjoy!
That is totally not vanity. I made Alissa take pictures of me when I was having good hair days, and when I got my highlights and said, "Ooh! I'm blond! Quick, take a picture!"
I so owe you a long e-mail. Goodness, I am horrible sometimes. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I promise to have a dinner party and make my famous green beans for when you visit ;-) I'll miss you, and talk to you every day, and I'll be back before you know it. Hugs!
It's official: I'm extending my stay in the city. Yay for not flying hungover! We must get to planning soon...
I like drinking while cooking too!
Your birthday card was so cute (and dead on) that it put tears in my eyes...I could dig being old and decrepit one day if it meant you and I were cackling about famous people over manicures.
And lo an behold, we saw Arcade Fire, and you saw them twice!!! I haven't been able to stop humming "Haiti" since yesterday.
Come hell or high water, we are seeing Arcade Fire. We are. I did not plan my vacation around these shows for nothing!
Thanks for the tip on Arcade Fire... I can't get it out of my stereo ;)
If you and Lisa get bored, and feel like flying 3000 miles for a rescue mission, your girl could use some rescuing. Or a hug & a cupcake.
If you end up making Shumon T-shirts, I want one too.
Send sympathy, Trace - I am home today because I can't breathe without my nose making a whistling sound. I am so, so sexy.
It depends...Santa Monica smells like the ocean. Venice smells like icky Jersey shore sometimes. The freeways smell toxic in traffic, and Pasadena smells like flowers. The Westside, where I am, smells like freshly baked cookies, which is the aroma coming from my apartment.
Snow! I remember snow.
Did y'all ever find out why the city was smelling especially offensive earlier this week? Bad gas? Elizabeth? Fresh Kills? Garbage in the winter heat?
This is me, starting a comment war:
Alissa is coming to visit in February, which means you and Lisa better get your bums here soon. Or, you can wait for May when I come home, and throw me a party.
Your turn.
Salutations....!
It's finally party day at work... I don't know if it's the raging lush in me, but can I just say I'm really looking forward to getting smashed in the middle of the afternoon?
Miss you! Have a great day!
It was 1998, and I was in a group photo taken at a sweet sixteen party. A bunch of my friends were looking at it in the cafeteria, and one of the girls said I looked like Monica Lewinsky, which I didn't live down for a couple months. That girl is now buried somewhere in the Meadowlands.
Can I just tell you how irksome it is to hear people use the word 'genius' as an adjective? Chai is not genius, damnit! Do I have to school these people myself?
I still haven't seen The Departed, but if you & Miss L make it to the theatre, enjoy!
AHHHHH!!!! Wanna trade places with me and come back home to FLORIDA? SAVE ME!!! So good to see you here and be able to keep in touch!
Tracie is a friend I wish I met in elementary school, when our sharp wit and biting commentary would have put rude little boys to shame.
Well, hell, it does now.