sunglasses & fucking hot ass jeans

i always always always forget how goodlooking LA really is. it really really really is is is all about wearing the sexiest jeans, and the hippest shiniest sunglasses.

thats all.

both in their sexiest of formats will run you upwards of 400 dollars. combined, so thats a relief.

of course i found the sexiest pair of jeans here, and bought them. spending like oh 200 on jeans in LA is like one text message to your friend of guilt. "how much should i spend on jeans?" "170" "these are 158" "thats a steal. plus you are meeting paul on sunday." "done"

and sunglasses? don't even get me started.

aside from sunglasses and jeans, everything else is pretty much thrown to the wind.

unless of course, you DON'T have the attitude(body) to back up the jeans and sunglasses.

if you don't have the body(attitude) to back it up?

don't live in LA.

the eraser

in
do this - http://60minutes.yahoo.com/segment/21/memory_drug

and then read me:

so the next round of testing will be on our returning soldiers from iraq.

is their pain involuntary?

obviously so? if so, then would the people sending the involutants to war be the rapers? the killers? the accidents and terrible memorymakers?

if we are sending our boys to iraq, so that they can come home and have the whole thing erased, why send them in the first place.

combining

i had a couple people over on memorial day. in the prep beforehand, i was doing some mild cleaning. of course, i found about 80 cool things - there was apparently, a very tasteful, very rich roommate here before me, who left a ton of stuff. so i found the awesomest mixer ever - the oster original.

its changed my eating habits forever. for example:

breakfast: eggs. - scrambled in the mixer!
lunch: grilled tuna, with fresh mango smoothie!
after work: margarita!!
dinner: enchiladas with mango/mint/strawberrie smoothie!
bedtime snack: vanilla milkshake!

its all about incorporating one item or simply making-up-an-excuse-to-use-the-mixer into your menu.

blending

i went to a birthday party this weekend in portland for GGMA (great grandma). She turned 100. sadly i was breifed on who to hug & not to hug. after i was told WHY, i obdiently obliged. the party was a success. and hot. can you believe that it was humid and 90 in oregon??? odd. the only thing was that my GMA (grandma) didn't know aobut the breifing, and introduced me to someone i didn't want to hug, so i tried to walk away as fast as i could, but GMA grabbed me by the arm, and made me hug the hurter. my mom saw what was going down, and ran across the porch to introduce me to an uncle named sam. UNCLE SAM?!?!? i exclaimed! and then i met uncle sam.

that was the only akward moment. well, that, and my GGMA saying that she didn't know me. thats fine. the chicks a hundo. what can you expect. after, however, my GMA introduced me, she was actually excited adn said ANISE! so i guess she knew me after all.

walking in to the party, GGMA was sitting in her wheelchair by herself. a huge crowd followed, and all of a sudden about 20 flashes went off. it was like she was a celebrity! even i was moved to tears, because i had heard so many stories about the woman, and now here and there she was! it was moving.

after all was said and done, i just wanted to ask her - "how do you feel?" like, can you please tell me honestly how 100 feels? you know how they say 30 feels no different, 40 is the same, 50 is blah. you know how they say that? i'll be somwhere between 50 and 100, you are like "IT FEELS LIKE HELL!"

or maybe not.

organic mondavi

i have money now. its no lie. there is no stress. there is money in my bank account? i don't understand it? life is better with money.
i can grocery shop. i can "throw things in the cart" and not flinch or go back through the store putting things away.
this sunday i put some wine in my cart. i thought i'd start with mondavi. did you know they are an organic vineyard?
you don't say.
well they are.
i taste some kind of cherrie. i don't know how to look for different tastes in wines. its of no fault but my own. i guess i should take a class.

on wine?

maybe so.

i really dig the singer "feist" right now. sure, she is cat power to the third power, but whatever. its cute for now, and we all smile and say "my moon my man" and mean it.

this guy on tv american idol no less, but i call it aol time warner tv, is wearing HEAVY eyeliner.

thats all i have for tonight. i'm going to go finish my bottle of wine.

and maybe float in the pool.

XO.
20’s

places I’ve lived:
New york
California

Plane rides:
Alaska-newyork
La-new york
San fran-new york
New york-san fran
Newyork-alaska
San fran-la
San fran-phoenix
New york-florica
Newyork-london
Newyork-liverpool
New york-denmark
Paris-new york

Road trips:
Nyc-vermont
Ny-maine
Ny-michigan
Ny-la
Sf-oregon
Ny-florida

Boys
Daniel
Pete
Mike
Mike



Times ive moved
Maple dr. – wainwright st.
Wainwright st - italy
Italy-wainwright st.
Wainwright st.-14th st.
14th – 11th st.
11th st – wainwright st.
wainwright st. – 33rd st.
33rd st – 3 mile hollow
3 mile hollow – 83rd st
83rd st – 14th st.
14th st – 83rd st
83rd st – larkin st
larkin st – cabin dr.
cabin dr – bessy st.
bessy st. – oak crest


97 – moved to ny. London, Applied to purchase
98 – suny purchase – art history, discovered nyc – broadway - museums, acting school, Elizabeth in rye,
99 – purchase, friends, pete, summer in italy, Europe with anna, photography class
00 – move to manhattan, prn, mike, photography
01 – radiohead, wtc, rye, abc, marcos party, Olivia visit
02 – 33rd st., robin, becky, laurie, 83rd st.
03 – prn, kat, stuart, 14th st, wellbutrin, robin, liverpool
04 – robin, mom thanksgiving, marathon,
05 – Alaska, ny-sf, Rowdy, car, beaches
06 – san Francisco city. Start company rowdy knits.

floaters

"floating like a fat girl while the sun went down" is my new favorite thing to say.

because that is how i've been closing my days. let my hair down, slither into the pool quietly after everyone else is gone. and float like a fat girl. while the sun goes down.

i like to listen to my breathing. and push around the water. look at the leaves at the bottom. pick at my toenailpolish.

i might pretend that i am high on e. and that i can feel every molecule of water on every cell of my epidermal layer.

i might pretend that i am on my honeymoon. and pose for pictures that my husband is taking of me from his lounge chair. i pose like that woman from the 80's with her hair slicked back and the diamonds in her ear lobes. diamonds.

the whole trip reflects like a diamond.

and then i go back to floating like a fat girl as the sun goes down. slowily watching the stars appear and sky go darker shade of blue.

this photo is from cobrasnake.

changing of the gaurds

walking home from the farmers market. cutting lilacs along the way.
letting the dog off the leash to pee freely on growing trees.
panting up the hill to my house while a neighbor cleans to Neil Young.
spending 9 dollars on bursting sugar snap peas from the asian family farm.
putting off cleaning strawberries because of the urge to jump in the pool.
working on tans. working on photos.
pouring water bottles on the dog.
putting on your garden shoes to gather more flowers for around the house.

been away from your house.

you know the guy who goes to every show and laughs really loud at every joke the band might make??

unfortunately that guy went to this show too.



i can't stop playing this though. its my favorite song right now. a recluse from my college wrote and sings. when i emailed him for the lyrics, he sent them:

the lyrics, fairly ridiculous but composed in a delirium.

i don't shave, i shed and eat the whiskers
waiting in line at the overhang dealership
all light long
if all roads lead to home then let me spin
and keep your hoodoo, keep your deals
all light long

i was an altruistic peasant now a cold unfeeling king
i sold my heart in exchange for nothing
all light long
and then the lights came - all in together now
(then the lights came) fall in together now
and stay
all light long

i've been away from your house way too long.

i drove my paintings crazy, i drove my plymouth to the levee
bu the levee wasn't there - so idled
all light long
and upon returing to the house of god i had to wade through the water
and it carried me for miles
all light long

i've been away from your house way too long.
life is like an inbox. well, life IS an inbox. imagine how much of your life would be an inbox if you lived alone in the boonies. you would be totally reliant on an inbox. well, if you were a person that wanted to keep contact with the outside world, yet still live in the boonies...
sometimes you are flooded with messages.
sometimes you are empty.
sometimes you are spam.
sometimes you are love.

inbox.

wikipedia has nothing to say about the origin of "inbox". i image it was a word created by midtown secretaries in the 50's.
see sometimes life happens to us, and sometimes we happen to life. like for instance, i would still be living at the women's housing facility on 13th street had it not decided to shut its doors after 80 years.

Oh. My Eggo just popped up.

back in new york, i feel like i have no identity unless i've got some kind of internet monologue going on. would myspace be considered a dialogue or a monologue?

even though i only left new york last year, i've pretty much returned every 6 months. My first return was the one that was the most weird. i pretty much did everything in silence. i was very nostalgic to smell the air and enjoy the lack of sky.

the 2nd visit was quick. I had the necessary drinks with the friends that I needed to solidify. Attended a wedding, and rode way to many trains, cars, planes, you name it.

this current visit. visit number 3 has really sealed the deal. its become more of a tourists idea. most everyone has moved away. this has been the most crucial visit and a perfect way to end the year - that was mostly filled with slight doubt about my california decision - and given me the confidence that i have made the right choice. that, in and of itself has healed my bug bites, and brightened my teeth.

sunday

lyrics - do you have a little time, do you have a little time for me.

i don't write anymore, because i don't sit at a desk.

i'm bored with everything. i am just waiting to settle with someone. everyone asks about it. i was thinking about going out tonight to a bar, but i really don't feel like going alone. i got so much done at the house tonight. a lot of cleaning, and laundry and grocery shopping.

other than that, its been a boring day. rowdy's been cool.

week of food:
breakfast - egg
lunch - pbj
dinner - salad & meat
i had a dream last nigth that i saw the tall boy, and he was wearing a postal workers uniform. he said he switch jobs because the pay was more, and the job allowed him more time a the end of the day to mountain bike.
also, there was no denying his interest in me still. i was working at the knit shop, and wrote a message on the wall. while i was away, he filled in the message with a bunch of written stuff. he wasn't the worlds best writer, but it was him making an effort.
every time i would go to read the note, i would get distracted.
his pants were too short.