I am drunk and trying not to call mark. so far, all is going well. i'm ok with being alone on christmas. however, i watched dawn of the dead by myself, and that was not such a good idea. all i want for christmas is an adam brody and zach braff sandwich, please santa!! well, i must go finish watching the oc. damn it, i love it. it's ok though, because adam brody is hot and that justifies it!! merry christmakkuh!!!!
I am sleeping with Dave-Mike, both literally and figuratively. i don't really know how i feel about it. he's a great guy, and i enjoy spending time with him, but i don't know. mark never called me. i'm hoping that he's at karaoke tonight so i can get an explanation. i am going to wear the sluttiest outfit that i own. fantastic. i talked to derek yesterday. i called him to see if he'll help me with a project. i am auditioning to be on the clue crew on jeopardy, how fabulous would that be? anyway, i need to transfer footage from a mini-dv to vhs, and he's going to do it for me. i miss him. i still wish that things could have just worked out for us, then i wouldn't have to be confused and sad all the time. jaimie and i did the most wonderful thing that has ever been done last night. we learned a song and dance routine from who's line is it anyway and we performed it for lenka and mike. i don't think that anything has ever been better. now, you might be thinking to yourself, who has time to memorize a song and dance from who's line? well, jaimie and i do. in fact, we had 45 minutes to devote to it. it was unbelievable, and we'll do it for you if you ever come visit. well, i'm off to lie around some more, and then it's karaoke! hooray!!!
The previous post was written by my neighbor dave-mike. he was wrong though, i am not a child pornographer, just a regular one. and just because i like my 17 year-old bagboy at vons means nothing. i think the age of consent in california is 15 or 16, so i'm set! ok, i'm off to work!
i'm being molested by a crazy child pornographer. help me. her name is angela and this is her blog. help.
So, me and the girls went karaoking last night. I had the best time of my life! It was me, Lenka, Jaimie, and 2 girls from work Leekeisha and Jessica. It was at a sushi bar in Hollywood and I think it's going to become a weekly ritual. I had a few Jack and cokes, then we performed "The Sign" by Ace of Base. Could life be any better? No, no I don't think so. There were a few fabulously gay men who we danced with and they were fascinated by my ass. The only word to describe it is fantastic. Then, I asked this guy to dance and he, in turn, bought me an Irish car bomb and kissed my neck. Also, pretty fantastic. What an amazing night. It just makes me so happy to be young, wild, and free. We ended the night by singing "Summer Nights" from grease and then walked to the car. This really tall drunk guy was walking with us and he told me I was beautiful and then he asked if we could go make beautiful babies together. Then he asked if i was Asian. All in all, a perfect night. Now I'm sitting around trying to convince myself to do laundry. arrrrgh, laundry. Well, good day friends, and come karaoke next Tuesday if you're in town!
With a very awesome guy. I hope to see more of him. After breakfast, which was very early in the morning, i drove to Torrance and had 5 vials of my blood drawn for the study. Then I came home and Jaimie said, "Oooh, you look sassy", which i did because i dressed up for my breakfast date. We didn't kiss though, which is fine because it was a first date. Anyway, so i came home and Dave-Mike brought me popcorn, which would have been fabulous but it was spicy popcorn and i wasn't all about it. I need to do laundry. Also, I need to meet Zach Braff and have him fall madly in love with me. Hot thing about guy I had breakfast with, name is Xander. That's hot. Well, I'm off to read my porn book. Peace.
I am so tired. Somehow I slept until 1 today. How did I do that? I don't know, maybe it was the wine and the strange blue pill that Lenka's hot Russian boyfriend gave me... Anyway, watching Saved! again with Jaimie. What a fabulous movie! My new motto in life is: My pussy is a hot pussy. I love it. It's, of course, not a motto that I can share with everyone and it's certainly not something I can go around shouting...all the time. Oh, if you haven't seen the movie you probably think I'm crazy, but you're the crazy one for not seeing the movie! Well, I must go and hangout with Dave-Mike. I will resist his wine and his offer to makeout. I'm fasting today. It's pretty much sucked and I am very hungry. Tomorrow I'm going to eat the world! Wish me luck!
It was very bizzare, more so than usual. I was in Dallas, but it was only a few miles down the 101. I was there visiting some friends, and one of them left a dead person in the foyer. We called the cops, and when they got there, the man bit one of them. Needless to say, we all started turning into zombies. But, it was a very slow process. I'd say it took about 2 days, but the whole time the knowledge of becoming a zombie was present in me. I was very upset about it. I kept thinking that if I could get back to L.A. before I became a zombie then I might be alright. But then I was afraid that I would become a zombie anyway and then just zombifie the entire city. This man offered me a concoction he'd created to cure the zombiness, and I kept asking him if it wasn't just distemper, which I think is something that only happens to dogs. Anyway, I woke up extremly happy that I was not turning into a zombie. Indeed, I'm still me, a happy non-zombie. Oh, before I actually woke up I dreamt that I woke up and told Lenka about my dream, which has been a recurring theme lately. Maybe I am going crazy.
Drinking makes you do horrible things, things that just shouldn't be done. Like making out with somebody that you shouldn't makeout with. I feel like hell. What am I going to do? Have you ever made out with a nice person that conceivably likes you but you don't really like them like that and you can't tell your roomates about it because they wouldn't understand and now you don't know how to tell this person that you made out with that you don't want anything more and in fact you can never ever ever makeout with them again? Argh. Now I feel like a horrible horrible person. I'm awful. No more drinking for me, I'm cutting myself off. And no more making out, unless it's with Chris de Barros or Zach Braff. Arrrgh. Arrrrgh. I'm so not mackadacious right now.
*My house! Our newest mantra is Kick, Stretch, Stretch, Thrust, and Robot. It's really quite fabulous. Last night we started singing kick in three-part harmony. I really think that only we can understand and appreciate our weirdness.
That's just in my personal experience, though. Short black chicks of the world, don't lose hope, it might just be me. I'm home alone tonight, drinking wine, watching tv, and I'm a little sad. i was watching the gilmore girls, and lorelai was talking about how christopher has become "that man", but he's going to be that man for somebody else and she will never find that thing, a committed and loving relationship, and it made me cry. what do i have in my life right now? a brother in law's brother that wants to make out with me, a hot coworker who's involved with someone else, and this dream that i'll meet zach braff and he'll fall in love with me. that's it. meanwhile, derek is out there being the perfect man for somebody else, making her feel like everything will be alright because he's there. well, i quit. that's basically it, i'm through. i'll just work and sleep and drink, and that will be my life. i guess that will have to do.
