in which i am a petulant teenager

I hate my ill-fitting, matchy-matchy outfit. The shorts. though completely adorable (thanks, Violet!) are too big and keep going down, down — making me grateful that I’m working alone today, as there are ample crackage moments when I stand, sit, or walk. Or think. The tee-shirt matches too well with the shorts and I am…

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domination of the greater LA area

When last I reported, our trivia team, Team Breakfast Club, was doing a decent job, and we were slowly climbing the ranks. I remarked that perhaps the addition of the Boyfriend may aide our supersissy lack of sports knowledge. Indeed, I asked Lamar several weeks ago to join a game and see how it went.…

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nuptial nudnickery

Guess what?? Oh, I kid. I’m sure this joke went over on my blog readers as well as it did on my Facebook friends. I thought it was hilarious at the moment. ANYways, this is my boyfriend Lamar, aka The Boyfriend, The Boyf, The Manfriend. He’s pleased to meet you. I was his arm candy…

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this is judy a soil blood poesy

Becky: for pete’s sake, iphone, why in the world would you autocorrect “okeedokee” into “pleadings”?? Sarah: I gotta get one of those iPhones Katherine: I can’t right the word “just” without it correcting it to “Judy”. And I can’t write “Judy” without it becoming “just”. So I’m Judy going to have switch those two words…

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kites are fun

[direct link] I’m not sure I can post anything that would be summery funtime cheezier than this! Thanks to my friends Violet and to Andrea R for reminding me of this hardcore-happy ditty. I like flying Flying kites, flying kites, flying kites Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun See my kite, it’s…

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little known talent

Hume Lake (where I was recently) is chock full of fool’s gold. The sand is like an organic glitter snowglobe. Pictures can’t capture the glitter-i-ness. Trust me. Sparkly. I know how to pan for gold. Probably every person who grew up in Arizona did; there was (and is) an olde-towne-y frontier fakeland amusement center called…

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give the drummer some

I love drummers, have been known to date them, and haven’t even begun to scratch here my unhealthy obsession with Keith Moon. So I’m watching C**ksucker Blues on YouTube, which is horrible and not worth it, save for certain concert footage, some shots of Bianca Jagger pouting, and glimpses of Charlie Watts looking so foxy…

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cramming summer into the nooks

Whew. What a weird summer. High highs, low lows. Fun and tedium. Horrible sad, ecstatic happiness. You get the picture. Defying my respiratory maladies, I headed up to Petaluma to properly celebrate my darling friend Tristy and the date of her birth. It was a quick trip, made even more brief by some sudden serious…

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school’s…in…for…summer!

The old demolished Oxnard High School, 2008 I always felt insanely resentful of “Back to School” sale alerts in the middle of the summer when I was a kid. It was like this stifling wet blanket brought down upon the previously fun proceedings. I don’t know about you, but school was pure hell about 90%…

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tech in the most unlikely places

The company from which I entrust my clothing for dry cleaning is remarkably forward-thinking in its approach towards marketing and technology. I found them through a Groupon promotion. They send me regular, but not annoying-often, emails and postcards with decent discounts. They offer free pickup and delivery, and one can access one’s account through their…

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