Obama is really pissing off Brokaw but look at the approval rating by women. They are practically throwing their panties on the stage right now.I fell in love, again. And again.
Holy Shit! Far covers Pony by Ginuwine under the moniker Hot Little Pony
Far is reuniting for two LA shows and a handful of UK dates. I have to miss the Troubadour show for a wedding, but I think this track alone is enough encouragement to drive to Pomona to see them on the 15th.
(thanks Ken, for e-mailing me the track)
I hated this song when Ginuwine did it, but the rock take on it is really good.
@ oro bar and bakeryHmmm, okay I want a cupcake now…!
IS THAT A MOJITO? I have had a random and intense craving for one since last night.
That’s it! You, Kat, are flying to Los Angeles. I will pick you up in front of LAX. I’ll be the little blonde on the motorcycle with a side car. Upon entrance into said sidecar, you will put on a jaunty scarf and aviation goggles and we shall head north to Mundial for the best Mojito in these damn continental United States.
I could so go for a Mojito right now. I love fresh mint.
Sara, I want the lavender mint shampoo.
Can I just try it for one day, at least?
I must hook you up with some of Aveda’s Rosemary Mint shampoo. To die for. I think it’s what Jesus washed his hair with. True story. Look it up.
@ oro bar and bakeryHmmm, okay I want a cupcake now…!
“LOS ANGELES, California (CNN) — A man distraught because he could not find work shot and killed his mother-in-law, his wife and three sons and then killed himself inside a home in an upscale San Fernando Valley neighborhood, police said.”
My God.
So I just moved to LA for the month. How does one find friends here?
(via sunshinemakesmehigh)
Greetings, my LA friends. Please show Lauren your nice city! She doesn’t bite, I promise.
I don’t bite, either. I just moved to the LA area as well. People are super friendly. LA gets knocked down a lot for being a bunch of arrogant asshats, but there are some great people here!
I really explored the different facets of southern California and became familiar with my surroundings and am finally branching out and meeting people. It’s not easy, and for someone like me who is experiencing sudden and crippling Adult Onset Shyness, it sucks. I hate putting myself out there. People are happy to help, but I’ve experienced both ends of the spectrum: I have people that are awesome and want to help me meet cool people AND THEN there are those people (I cringe writing this) who make you sound like a social pariah and say, “Hey! Let me introduce to ________. I’ll just tell them that you’re new in town and don’t have any friends AT ALL and we’ll see if they want to hang out with you!”
Um, no thanks. Did I mention I hate meeting new people? I do.
I’ve heard a lot of people out here have had success at meetup.com (legit site for people who just want to meet and make friends that share common interests, like knitting or Satanism), you can meet people at church, or you can be like me and live the life of a hobbit. Lots of choices.
First things first, though: get to the beach!
Enjoy LA!
“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in; their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”— Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
I desperately want to follow in the footsteps of Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross. She was a pio-effing-neer in the Death and Dying field. In fact, I was reading one of my favorite books by her today, “Questions and Answers On Death & Dying”. If you work in the Helping profession, it’s a must read.
Biden v. Palin, VP Debate— Saturday Night Live
“Biden” (Jason Sudeikis): I would reach across the aisle. Like I’ve done with so many members of the other party. Members like John McCain. Because look, I love
John McCain. He is one of my dearest friends. But at the same time, he’s also
dangerously unbalanced. I mean, let’s be frank, John McCain — and again, this
is a man I would take a bullet for — is bad at his job and mentally unstable.
As my mother would say, ‘God love him, but he’s a raging maniac…’
… and a dear, dear friend.”
(via thedailywhat)
Me.
Why, hello.
My Sunday afternoon spot: Monarch Beach in Dana Point/Orange County/California
I’m thinking of setting up a small hut here and drinking milk out of coconuts for a bit. The only problem is that the Ritz-Carlton resort sits right up the hill, and they might have a problem with me, the rambunctious vagrant with a heart of gold, trying to crack open the coconuts that she bought at Trader Joes and throwing them at patrons out of frustration when they won’t open.
Isn’t that what Tom Hanks did in Castaway? I mean, sans the convenience Trader Joes.
I don’t want to imagine a world without Trader Joes.
My Sunday afternoon spot: Monarch Beach in Dana Point/Orange County/California
Rule of thumb: Before beach, always find a Starbucks. Ask for a Venti Nonfat 6-pump Pumpkin Spice Latte with whip.
It’s the official Lindsay beverage. I know, I know, I’m THAT girl— the one that orders the chicken fried steak with extra gravy and… if you don’t mind, a Diet Pepsi, please.
The whip makes the drink. True story.
My Sunday afternoon spot: Monarch Beach in Dana Point/Orange County/California


