Nobody Walks in LA...

Do you want to know why no one walks in LA? Because...

1. Of all the tourists walking around taking photos of the Hollywood sign.

2. Of the guy yelling at the homeless kid for drinking in front of a Laundromat.

3. Of all the freeways!

4. It's so freaking hot that all the plastic surgery is melting. (ba dum ba ching!)

5. There are other people out there...shutter.

Luring Disco Dollies to a Life of Vice...

Went to my online friend, Mo's LiveJournal and there was a link to this site...

This is one of the wonderful little jems:

"I would like to outlaw contraception...contraception is disgusting – people using each other for pleasure."

~Joseph Scheidler (Pro-Life Action League)

Okay, we should use each other for displeasure?

Daddy, Our Baby's Gone...

Highlights of my last fourty-eight hours:

~Getting a coaching session with my supervisor, Joe.

I must admit that I have a bit of a crush on him because not only is he sweet, funny, political and a hottie; but he also is a bit of a punk with a tattoo on his neck. He doesn't openly stare at my breasts or make me feel like all he wants to do is hump me. Which is good because he's my higher-up. He mentioned that he couldn't get anyone to go with him to see New York Dolls and I wanted to stick up my hand and say "OOOO ME ME!!"

~Getting drunk accidentally after watching the final episode of "Six Feet Under" (On our first date, Ian brought a bottle of wine that we didn't drink. I must say that was pretty much the best thing he brought in that relationship.)

I must say that the final episode of "Six Feet Under" was not only profound but rather educational. Something I will watch over and over again just to have a good cry and think thoughts.

~Getting to see my sweetie-friend Kathy TWICE!!

It doesn't get any better than that...

~Putting on gobs of make-up and taking pictures like a fashion model

I even gave myself directions like "More shoulder! give me some pout! bring your head up and stick out your chest!" Quite fun.

~Listening to The Beatles while writing this blog

Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band has gotten me through many a hard times. I love to turn you onnn onnn...

My Angel is a Centerfold...

I was reading this blog today and it reminded me of this rather embarrassing moment when I was buying some magazines of my own. Once while driving home from my sister's place in Santa Barbara I decided to stop at a Barnes and Noble to pick up some reading material. I picked up an issue of Bitch, one of those fun-filled feminist magazines, before I went to the book section. Since I was going to carry the magazine around for a while I decided to keep the title page pressed tightly against my chest as not to get dirty looks from parents who were not quite ready to explain curse words to their children.
Anyhow, after strolling around for a while with my Bitch magazine cover hidden I decided to head home. I was paying for my items when the clerk suddenly exclaimed, "Whoa!" I looked down to see what could've caused such a reaction from a multi-pierced sales clerk and saw an advertisement for "Toys in Babeland" featuring a woman hiking up a leather skirt and bringing a rabbit pearl vibrator to her "Cherry Ice Cream Smile" So in my attempts to prevent exposing children to the word "bitch" I inadvertently opened up a whole new can of worms by failing to look at the back of the magazine. Oops.
Really it was quite funny, but it goes to show the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Good Morning Sunshine...

Woke up at 6:45 AM and couldn't get back to sleep, so I surrendered to the fact that I was going to be a person who woke up at 6:45 AM on a Saturday by getting out of bed. I was in such a shocked state that I didn't even make coffee but turned on the television, my one true friend. To my suprise and delight Real Genius, one of those wonderful yet underrated movies of the eighties. Ah, Val Kilmer before he got really weird and eccentric. A whole movie devoted to smart guy, it's like a wet dream. I'm a bit of a scientist groupie to be honest. And look how Gabriel Jarret, who played Mitch Taylor, turned out. Hubba Hubba...

To Sir with Love....

Read what my friend Aaron wrote about me...

1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your LJ.

Teeshirt

Teeshirt
Originally uploaded by Crimpop76.

Aww come on boys show a little restraint...

Really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree...

I was planning on spending the day in my apartment trying to catch up on sleep, but at about 7:30 pm I realized that I have to go to the store. I needed coffee and milk, so as you can imagine it was a very important trip. Since I haven't done laundry in about two weeks finding something to wear was going to be a challenge.
I pulled my gray Levi's cords and looked for a tee-shirt to wear. As it turns out the one I picked was the wrong choice (See above.) I was kinda grumpy but having almost every heterosexual guy in Ralphs checking out my rack was rather annoying. Men are pigs I must say.

Express Yourself!

You know how sometimes you have a breakdown then feel this need to let the world know through some kind of internet blog or something like that? Then you read it, kinda laugh and say, "Hey I'm okay!"? Then you get kinda depressed again because not one of your friends responded to your outcry for attention? Then you wonder if anyone really cares? Then you realize that other people have their own lives and problems to care about another one of your emotional outbursts? Then you find it in your heart to forgive your selfish, selfish, selfish friends and suddenly feel superior to said friends? Then you feel much better as a human being? Yeah that's kinda how I feel, but with the taste of burnt paper in my mouth...

Shiny Hair

Shiny Hair
Originally uploaded by Crimpop76.

Ah wonderful Photoshop!

So whatca gonna do? Do you wanna get down?

Nothing interesting going on so here's a picture of me...

Baby, look at me and tell me what you see...

I had a break-down while visiting my sister in Santa Barbara. Or what Oprah might call a break through. I don't know yet.

There has been this dark cloud that has been following me around for the last year or so. Even on my sunny days there was this shadow of "something wrong". I refuse to give details, (hell some things have to be mine and mine alone) but I will say that instead of running and hiding I turned around and faced my unhappiness. It turned out to be a big ulgy Mother-Fucker.

It didn't help that I was stuck in my car with my thoughts in the worst traffic I have ever seen going up to SB in years. All that kept me from turning around and going home was the thought that I was going to have lunch with my family. Two and a half hours later I made it to Becca's and was informed that they had already gone to lunch.

Man, I just lost it then.

I ran out to get food because I was so fucking hungry and started crying. I haven't cried like that in a long time. Inconsolable large dropped tears and screaming. You can only hold it in for so long. I have not let myself feel that unloved and alone in a long time.

So, I let myself feel something bad. I gave myself permission to not look on the bright side of life.

Jesus, I sound like a freak. I am always afraid of being that emotion based drama queen that I was in my early twenties, that I never let myself get too caught up in the bad. I’ve lost so much of my life by making my choices based solely on feelings and emotions.

I'm afraid that there is nothing interesting about me at all. There that is the big secret. Nothing special or talented or interesting. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, but rather just saying these things out loud to hear how they sound. Seeing how it makes me feel.

Not very good, but still a relief none the less.

The problem with saying things like this out to the world is that people will run from that kind of "energy". No one likes to be faced with his or her own mediocracy. We all have those feelings because we all know there is someone more special out there. I'll always be second, third last or not even on the list, someone's list. Deep down I'm afraid I'm doing all this, in some sick way, for attention.

Well I want someone to pay fucking attention to me!