well, this won't be a regular entry by any means.
my plane was 2 hours delayed. i received a five dollar calling card out of it. clearly i win.
i touched a palm tree for the first time today. i have yet to hug one.
i had the honor of waking up the lovely bee and tegan this morning. and later on, lunch with the girls and sean. you should all be insanely jealous.
waiting on sunset blvd for your ride when you're short, with luggage and carrying too many hundreds might possibly be the scariest thing i've ever experienced. twenty minutes. a hojillion hooligans. my favourite part was the guy that told me i better hope someone picks me up soon. yes.
my monitor is 23". and my computer has two gigs of ram. you have no idea just how much i want to play warcraft on that baby. my teeth sweat at the thought.
i lust for shopping with scopitone. even with his newly acquired freaky hippie nut diet.
today i saw a place called baby donuts. strangely enough, the donuts were not made from babies.
i had crappy sushi for dinner. i miss good proper cooking. with d20. but i don't miss perogies by any means. i feel uninspired when it comes to eating. likely do to not having my own space.
whole foods excites me in a way i never knew existed. if only they had the chocolate with chilies.
mobprod laughs at me far too often. and i am a difficult child. also, i thought his roommate and friend were smoking crack while watching spun last night.
veggie 'beef' jerky isn't as awesome as i expected.
i should call brendon fucking small so we can fight with jazz and embrace stereotypes.
what's up with americans and ketchup chips?! specifically, the disdain. they are awesome potato chips. y'all got issues!
LA weather makes me seven thousand kinds of happy. the cold office does not.
they sell jugs of water for 25 cents on corners here and it is so beyond weird.
i am dead tired. i wish i had my own bed. and, well, i need a bed.
and that's that. woah. this is lengthier than i had intended.
my plane was 2 hours delayed. i received a five dollar calling card out of it. clearly i win.
i touched a palm tree for the first time today. i have yet to hug one.
i had the honor of waking up the lovely bee and tegan this morning. and later on, lunch with the girls and sean. you should all be insanely jealous.
waiting on sunset blvd for your ride when you're short, with luggage and carrying too many hundreds might possibly be the scariest thing i've ever experienced. twenty minutes. a hojillion hooligans. my favourite part was the guy that told me i better hope someone picks me up soon. yes.
my monitor is 23". and my computer has two gigs of ram. you have no idea just how much i want to play warcraft on that baby. my teeth sweat at the thought.
i lust for shopping with scopitone. even with his newly acquired freaky hippie nut diet.
today i saw a place called baby donuts. strangely enough, the donuts were not made from babies.
i had crappy sushi for dinner. i miss good proper cooking. with d20. but i don't miss perogies by any means. i feel uninspired when it comes to eating. likely do to not having my own space.
whole foods excites me in a way i never knew existed. if only they had the chocolate with chilies.
mobprod laughs at me far too often. and i am a difficult child. also, i thought his roommate and friend were smoking crack while watching spun last night.
veggie 'beef' jerky isn't as awesome as i expected.
i should call brendon fucking small so we can fight with jazz and embrace stereotypes.
what's up with americans and ketchup chips?! specifically, the disdain. they are awesome potato chips. y'all got issues!
LA weather makes me seven thousand kinds of happy. the cold office does not.
they sell jugs of water for 25 cents on corners here and it is so beyond weird.
i am dead tired. i wish i had my own bed. and, well, i need a bed.
and that's that. woah. this is lengthier than i had intended.
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gardimus:
You made it through customs!!!
onionofyoureye:
americans ought to be a bit sensitive about ketchep, a.k.a sauce american. i mean, it's not always so bad, it's just a nice little sweet and sour sauce, but there's this reputation, well earned, of putting it on everything. that is gross. so go ahead and dip your fries, but try to keep it off the lamb beryani. really, at this point we oughta ditch the stuff for a generation. then maybe we could package some decent shit.