How long do colds really last? I've been sick going on eight days now. Awesome.
I had a cold-ish thing (the kind where you feel lousy, but not so lousy that you can bed-rid yourself) last week then started feeling better over the weekend. So I decided it would be okay to go to a birthday party on Saturday in the hills. I even got a burger (and a filet!
) grilled especially for me. Nourishment for the sick.
So Sunday was a sleepy-eyed blur and then I woke up on Monday feeling even worse than I originally did.
My nose hurts and I want to itch my eyeballs out of my head. Had I bought stock in Kleenex this week I would be doing quite well.
*Sniff, sniff* I want my Mommy.
If any of you want to fly out here and bring me some chicken noodle soup or more herbal tea you can. once brought me the soup, the pot, and the ladle.
Now, I lay me down to sleep off what's (hopefully) the rest of the misery.
*Also the title of a song. Considering the nature of the , it sounds like someone was pretty disturbed when they wrote them.
I always said I wanted to live in the late 50's, early 60's. Primarily because I love the retro modern style that so many would use to decorate their homes with. So when I got hooked up with my 1960 Hollywood apartment (complete with hot pink exterior), I was ecstatic.
Now when you're living in an older home, as many of you know, there's things here and there they may not be perfect, but you live with them. Hell, if you're like me, you can even embrace it because it's "the way it used to be". But when there's no dishwasher, you're not a kitchen person, and you've been spoiled with one all your life, it gets old.
Fast.
I woke up this morning to my roommate cooking us eggs. Mmmmmmm.
Good roommate. So naturally, we ate, and I opted to do the dishes (which I'm realizing that, even in all my anal-ness, is a huge weakness of mine). Thirty minutes later, I was finished.
THIRTY MINUTES!!!
I'm a busy girl. And thirty minutes of my time is precious. And if we hadn't kept up with the dishes all week and they had gotten all piled up and nasty, it would make sense.
But just from today and yesterday, freakin' thirty minutes of standing there washing dishes. Gone are the days where I can just whip it in the dishwasher and run it once a week.
I guess I'm getting my taste of the retro life, after all.
So yeah, if I just pretend that there was never such a thing as a dishwasher, I'll do just fine.
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..when the gays come up over Santa Monica Boulevard.
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There's families and heteros, too, and even some pretty drag.
Good stuff all around. Fun times were had by all and it was actually a much tamer event then I would have expected. Could be compared to a safer and cleaner Mardi Gras.
No beads. Crazier costumes.
Lots of naked people.Well, almost naked.
By the looks of these cats and their soccer-esque feel across the board, you would've thought they won the last World Cup. Turns out only one of them has ever played soccer.
And that was back in the ninth grade.
This one is a personal favorite because in the mile or so that we walked from home to actually get to this mass hysteria, this porno version of He-Man was right in front of us the whole time. You can imagine the comments we heard as he passed by.
Probably the highlight of the night. And I'll say..
.it wasn't too shabby an ass.
It was reported that 400,000 people attended this, Halloween Carnival, as they call it.
All in just a couple mile stretch. It was very street fair-ish, complete with greasy bratwurst and cotton candy. Stages were set up at the various intersections which included performers and DJ's blasting out disco, trance, and AC/DC.
Kidding. But wouldn't that have been the shit? This guy was definitely worthy, I'll say.
He must've been mad because I wasn't wearing a costume. I know, lame. But you must understand, I was too tired to care.
The weekend was rough on me. And I worked on Monday. Of course, once I got out there, I wished I had at least thrown on the blue wig from the weekend.
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