fashionable weekend paris edition


Friday - work is hosting a Bach event that goes into the evening.


Saturday morning coffee & stop by Canal to pick up bag of oranges from your guy Francisco.


Kyuss reunion at the Independent.


Watering flowers, making french toast Sunday AM.


Farmers Market @ Civic Center


Salon to get hair & nails done for Oscar Party.


Oscar Night @ the Rafael


Monday Morning - back to the grind.

Car in The Birds


well in my quest to watch every hitchcock in sequential order, i am finally at THE BIRDS. comment? awesome! gory! cool car! i love tippy hedron's lips! tippy hedron kind of looks like paris hilton, no?

the car melanie* drives is an Aston Martin DB2 - drop head coupe. The car was unfortunately TOTALLED, so no longer exists i guess. what a shame.



*tippy hedron plays melanie. tippy hedron is melanie griffiths mother. interesting fact, no?

new continuing dream

i'm pretty sure this is the 2nd time i've had this dream.

i'm hanging out with trailer trash friends. we are all drinking. someone in the group dies - i happen to be there. there is a guy and a girl and they both decide to hide the body in a closet in the house where we are partying. the house belongs to an old boss of mine who harbors ill-will towards me.

this happens a second time, but this time they take the body to the water and bury it at sea - with no one knowing.

one day, i was hanging out at the house, and look up, and see the first body, still rotting in the closet. i feel all of this horror and guilt, and try to get the people back to the house to remove the first body. i wake up before the dream is resolved.

this dream could mean a lot of different things. the main part of it being the same thing that my other re-occuring dream meant - hiding something. i wonder what i am hiding tho? last weekend i told my 2 deepest darkest secrets to mia, and i'm fine with them. i don't harbor them as evil anymore. so i wonder what this is all about.

happy to be march

i'm a little bit happy and relieved that february is over. the month started with a down, but ended quite splendidly.

what i learned in february:

-i am a non-smoker
-la is not where i should be living right now.
-1 bedroom apartments are within my reach.
-a lot about taxes
-hitchcock was a romantic
-if you stop going to the gym, the fat comes back.
-heartbreaks fade.
-tattoo hearts are fun
-ecstacy is overrated
-i am not that into strangers with candy, or animal collective
-facebook is annoying me
-women rule the world
-undereye makeup & primer can do a lot for a complexion.
-i have urban style

fall 2010 favorites pt. 2 or My Weekend with YOU


friday night - dinner at boy's house - quick trip out to the store to get some more cab.


Saturday morning, skinny jeans, 2shot cappuccino - wet, whole milk.


Sat. night tickets - Beethoven's Eroica. You comment that this is what was playing on Norman Bates' record player in Psycho.


Sunday late afternoon brunch at Anchor & Hope - all you can eat oysters.


back to work Monday Morning.


monday night, contacts out, glasses on, catching up on the reading that you missed over the weekend.

*all images Catwalk/Getty Images

tuesdaydream

i had a dream that i was helping liz pick out her outfits, because she looked terrible in all the paparazzi shots of her in 2009.
and i also got a 98 dollar ticket for jumping lanes in front of a police man, while i was driving the miata.
apparently it was my 2nd ticket, and i started getting really stressed out about money, and upset that all of my extra cash had to go towards extra mistakes.

to i guess i need to be a little careful when i'm driving around over the next few months, while i am finishing the final payments on one of my loans.

paying off loans is a bummer. but its funny how quickly we forget about them once the payment is gone.

thevalley

i spent my weekend in the valley of los angeles.

weed urine organize
exstacy vomit cigarette
red heart tattoo
viper kyuss metal
venice sand waiting

silence on the other end
silence on the other end
silence on the other end

clean clean clean
sit lay roll
roll lay sit

grip head pain
toilet spit sleep
love joy heart

let me do your eyes like that one movie star
clara bow?
yeah. lets do your eyes like clara bow.
sit. brush. soft. breathe.

whoa. that looks vampy & piercing.

stop stop stop
forever forever forever

2dreams

whoa whoa whoaaaaaaaaaaa. i just remembered my dream.

anderson cooper was hanging out with me. wha? well not really. he was just around. and i was talking about this guy who was hot, a news anchor.

wait a sec. i had incredible dreams last night.

there was this guy that had been jailed for a very long time for breaking an entering at a cathedral. he finally escaped. at this point in his life he had wasted into slimy troll - but had the stamina to climb stairs?

so he escapes back into the cathedral and tries to climb to the top. he makes it past the guards and is still climbing climbing climbing. i woke up when he was at a section of the cathedral devoted to modern-day successful people.

anyway. anderson cooper was hanging, and i was talking to this 8 year old telling her about how hot this certain news anchor was, and that he also had a really hot mother. anderson just kind of looked at me.

and then we all sat down on the couch together, and watched the news.

wokework

i woke up this morning 100% happy about my little life & job & love. i woke up feeling like everything is in its right place, right now.

things dont work out - for a right place.
things work out - for a right place.
its all the right place.

this is going to lead to something else that leads to something else.

it all clearly made sense to me. it felt small, and special, and fun.

and then the moment passed, and i got in line to take a shower.