Monday, September 25, 2006



Friday – Saddle Ranch , gaggle of girls, broken trunk, no bull... you do the math

Saturday – El Chollo, double feature, 80’s night, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, in Hollywood, with 4 best friends that graduated from Hollywood High in 1985... fucking awesome.

Sunday – volunteering for Inside Out, game booth, Venice Beach, Jimmy Kimmel’s San Gennaro Festival, Roosevelt Hotel, dig it.

Dig it.

Dig it.

DID I MENTION – one chocolate shake, cheese fries with gravy, 2 pear ciders, nachos grande, chilidog with cheese, potato chips, zeppole’s, mint chocolate chip ice cream, cannoli...
Seriously.

No seriously.

NOTE TO SELF: Fanny packs or bust.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

And we met
In the moment
We sang
We laughed
We drank
We reminisced
Of times.

That night
And we laughed
And we laughed
And we laughed

We were one.

All of us, six, one hundred, five thousand it didn’t matter the size
We were... were we?
Drinking glasses of wine like daisyroses
And filet mignon the size of lovers
With marigolds for dessert.

We lived.

... and in that moment
We met
We talked
We walked
We were

We lived.

Moments passed, moments stayed
We exchanged nothing, but life.

But life.

Until we meet again
Never
But it lasted our lifetimes.

We met.
We danced.
We drank.


We were...

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

So, I went to the premiere of Employee of the Month last night.

My review:

Jessica Simpson could not act her way out of a parking ticket from Hugh Hefner. Her lackluster performance did not aid in helping this overtly simplistic plot and lack of laugh-out-loud moments.

Dane Cook was very natural as an actor and produced some great chemistry on screen. but alas, I’ve heard his stand up comedy, and he's side-splitting funny. This movie... not so much.

The “award show” before the movie aired was quite long and boring. For some reasons, the president of Lion’s Gate Films and the director of the movie had to go in front of the audience and suck each other’s dicks (uh, that’s lay terms for overthetop complimenting) and I quote “Blah blah blah, thanks for the chance blah blah blah this is a masterpiece blah blah blah” (and I’m thinking, um, this isn’t Schindler’s list folks).

If you get to see if free – it’s kind of long, but has some “huh, that’s funny” moments.

If you are paying full price at a theatre – don’t.

If you are Netflixing it – it’s better than HollywoodLand (See Also: long, boring, and even the very sexy Adrien Brody *insert AlphaTheGreat in an Adrien Brody and Woody Allen sandwich* couldn’t save this snoozefest).

I usually see films way before they hit the theatres.... wanna know if you should see it? Just ask.

Oh, and be sure to put that saved theatre money into a fund for my boob job (kidding).

Land Of LA... out.

Monday, September 18, 2006

scream at each other,
hug each other,
fuck each other,
fight each other,
provoke each other,
disagree with each other,
argue with each other,
holler at each other,
support each other,
give up on each other,
loathe each other,
lust each other,


love each other...

it never ends.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Lost Angeles.
Merriment of mourning
Thorn in my eye
Seed of my existence

Who needs you.

Lost Angeles.
Faker of friends
Fictional fiancé
Charlatan of my addiction

Greed in you.

Lost Angeles.
Facsimile smiley spaces
Producer of pseudo
re-dried dreams, bloated.

That goes for you too.

GetThisGirlSome: She’s not pretending

... cause this empty stage is to filled with you.

Monday, September 11, 2006

September Eleventh.
Knees went weak
No pipers piping
Still hear the weeps.

September Eleventh.
Death was birthed
No pipers piping
Returned to the earth.

September Eleventh.
Losses still yearning
No pipers piping
Edifice still burning.

September Eleventh.
Eyes filled with hate
No pipers piping
Opened heaven’s gate.

September Eleventh.
It happens every day
No pipers piping
War and mishap always stay.

September Eleventh.
Life’s not guaranteed
No pipers piping
Their song has been deleted.


To all who have loved and lost and lost and loved, the tune in my heart cries out.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Water

Breathe another sound of fury
Flowers are fading
She’s all out of glory.

Air

Drown me another blunder
Verisimilitude has always wondered.
She’s all filled with story.

Fire

Bludgeon me in depths too grand
Hebetudinous... only takes a stand
She’s buried underneath your esoteric.

Earth

Burn me with a life of bliss
Creativity is losing
She’s fallen for your tryst.

Ailments or elements (she’s always applied their salve)

Give her more than musecanswallow

And mutilate her aortic valve.
WARNING: The following blog post is rated “FH” for FUCKING HOT. If you are currently taking medications for any heart conditions and/or sexual dysfunction, uh, hm.

I want to get a tattoo of the outline of NJ on my ass cheek. Yes, that’s right. The outline of New Jersey (fun, fun, fun). So I’m playing around with placement to see where it might work best.

Here’s what it would look like:



So, whaddya think? Looks so funny! Ha! I'm thinking maybe I should wait until I’m thirty? Three years away... might-as-well go out with a SHABANG.

Other opinions on placement welcome. Feel free to stage an intervention at any time.

JERSEY 4-LIFE!!

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Mostly R&R this holiday weekend, sitting by the pool, shopping, dog sitting this cute little pup (not the one with the wine glass):


oh and...

THIS:



dig it.

Enginesroaringsittinginthesecondrow,neededearplugs,heart pacing,carsracing,fucking AWESOME.


Redneck women of the world, UNITE!