just a sunday like any other....

i dont like to watch sports on television, but i enjoy attending sporting events. it's like there's something about the energy at game that is intoxicating. that's it, that's what i like... the intoxicating energy... on yeah, and the crap food.

i am more likely to watch the superbowl on television than i am to watch the oscars.

four years ago i had the pleasure of attending the academy awards (when it was still at the Shrine downtown). like a sporting event, the energy at that event was high, but much less intoxicating than a sporting event, and there's no food (not even a place to plant to snack on olives and cherries -- salad bar style). it should be mandatory that any event longer than one hour in duration should have some sort of food availble for the patrons -- at the very least have an onsite vending machine. in a hypoglycemic state, it would not have taken much for me to tell someone that i invented post-it notes. in fact, we were so hungry during the event that we padded down a seat filler for his pocketsful of granola bars, just like he was our very own vending machine... so there we were, visions of loveliness in our ball gowns, hobnobbing with celebs, drinking vodka tonics and chomping on chewy granola bars.

need another reason to dislike the academy awards??

here's one: come over and listen to the sound of all the fucking helicopters hovering overhead because of the after award-show parties going on in my neighborhood.

is there a doctor in the house?

because i may need my foot surgically removed from my mouth.

i am a work in progress (just because i raised an eyebrow that she slept with you on the first date doesn't mean that i was calling her a slut) and so i am still learning how to harness the power of my internal editor (only one date so far and you're leaving my place at 1AM to go hang out at his place? booty call!) and learning to be nurturing to my friends (i will always hold your hair when you have to puke) yet be less overtly critical about the decisions they make for themselves (i don't mean anything by it...i'm just sayin).

i like you--LIKE...

two men wear the same outfit. one is a comedy, the other a tragedy.
in a non-reciprocal yet parallel existence, the two worlds collided, and the comedy veiled the tragedy for us like a pair of rose colored glasses.

get up, come on get down with the sickness...

i'm at home with a cold today. i was congested and slightly fevered so i left work a little bit early yesterday to sleep it off, but no big deal that it's stuck with me another day. after a nyquil induced hibernation, i woke up this morning groggy, with just enough sense to help get little ready for school. i dont spend much time at home alone ever, so i couldn't decide where i would be more comfy for the recouping day at home - on the comfy couches or on the bed. i opted for the bed, which is where i am right now. but before i planted here comfortably, i actually had to make the bed... the same bed i just slept in for the night had to be made before i could get back into it to relax for the day. this concludes yet another installment of 'anal retentive theater'.
*takes bow*

happy belated groundhog day...

on the drive home last night (within approximately a 3-5 mile radius from where i live) i saw almost two handfuls of residences that still proudly exhibit christmas lights either inside their home, outside, or both.
close to 10 homes in 5 miles.
in the heart of los angeles.
and there are a few more offenders that i have seen in the hancock park area.
come on now, people... what the fuck?

hand shake...

hey.
hi there.
how's it going?