alright, i saw fight club. get over yourselves.

i decided it was time to at least give the movie at try. fans of the movie are enthusiastic, even if annoyingly so, that this is one of the greatest movies of our generation. ok, alright, fine. i'll watch it. it might be awesome.

it wasn't. while i recognize that the unprecedented level of confusion i left the movie with could be certainly be depressed by multiple viewings, i don't see that happening due to the fact i have no interest in doing that. it was far too violent, and just unnerving to an unpleasant point. i just didn't care for it. yes, edward norton was the man in it. and so was brad pitt. but overall, i just didn't care for any of it.

sorry guys!

ed. i watched fight club again. it is not a bad movie. it's actually a very good movie. it's just way. way. way. way. too violent for my taste. that's all.

my greatest fear

is actually that sarah palin will get into the white house.

and that actually is my biggest fear right now.

side note. doesn't she know that real ladies do not cross their legs like that.

Balboa Park

What a delightful place. Don't ever go past 4 though. Nothing is open. But the light is fantastic.

home depot, surfing

i am very popular at home depot. i'm sure it doesn't take much explanation.

also, i took my surf board out for the first time this week! it's a serious stretch to call what i do surfing...it's more like flailing around in the water, and struggling my way through waves, but it's fun! so fun.

Gross

Worst smell in the world: cheap purfume covering up stale cigarette smoke. Gross.

I am sad about Tom Brady.

He was the only reason I even pretended to like football.

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5i2kuTQHUEYEoHpxYor_p75nTWu5QD932Q6R00

Test from my blackbeeezy!

Just think....mobile blogging! Wha??

Blogger set up

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Why I will be writing in Tom Cruise for this election

Uh, did ya see Tropic Thunder? Enough said.

i am my mom

As lots of folks can attest to, I'm slowly turning into my momma. Why? Reason #2453: Spearmint/wintergreen gum makes me feel ill, especially on an empty stomach.

my biggest fear.

you know how we all have irrational "biggest fears"? like, "my biggest fear is that someone will steal my towel while i'm in the shower." really? is that actually your biggest fear?

anyway, i don't mean to sound snide about it...i do it too! i'm organizing my stationery drawer and i actually said out loud, to myself, "my biggest fear is that these note cards will be hidden and i'll forget about them and never send them."

really?

my biggest fear is that i will never have a room that looks like this...













oh my goodness i have to have these. hooray for the carlsbad store opening september 20? does anyone smell a new weekend job?

not even one comment!

what the heck guys. anyway. whatever.

update on the stuart little situation. SL1 seems to be an OG (that is Original Gangsta) and it doesn't appear as if we're going to be bothered by that anymore. awkward way to say that I don't think there's another mouse. anyway.

hey so for one of my art classes, i get to design four tattoos! wahoo color theory! best homework ever!

i'm curious...my favorite way to drink diet coke is cold in a can. what are other people's favorite ways? in a can with a straw? bottle? over ice/with a straw? if so, from the can, bottle or fountain? if you don't drink DC, what about just regular coke or other sodas?

went to see Dave Matthews band on friday night! wahoo! also went to see Spring Awakening on sat night! wahoo wahoo! awesome arts-filled weekend!

cause i know you're going to like this...

here's normal me:

and here i go loose with photobooth:

lest you forget i don't actually look like...uh...that up there:

update on the stuart little situation

well, i have to say that i do not enjoy baiting a mouse trap, setting a mouse trap, or disposing of the deceased mouse. notttttt my favorite thing. i did bait it with bomb peanut butter, so at least his last meal was delicious santa cruz organic crunchy peanut butter. not the same as unlimited supply of delightful snacks while still alive...but...

within a couple hours of setting it, we had already caught the mouse. i'll spare you the deets, but i couldn't deal with it. it was...i just couldn't deal.

the second trap is set, but so far we haven't caught anything. it gives me a mini panic attack (a manic attack) every time i walk up to the trap.

andrea trained with me yesterday and she is dying on the couch right now. snuggling her camelbak. awesome.

there are other things going on beside the mouse problem. aren't there?

dear friends

things have changed for me since i last bahloggged. i have discontinued my employment and begun classes at the art institute of san diego. i'm drawing, what? and it's not that bad! hoping to combine my graphic design skillz with my wells degree and just get a super delightful job.

also, we have mice. they are driving me nuts so the other day i did about THE most adult thing i've ever done in my life and bought mouse traps. i bought the kind that's a box and you don't have to see the thing--literally just pick it up and throw it away. i still haven't gotten the guts to put them out because if there's one thing that freaks me out more than mice, it's dead mice. cheers to mice...........NOT.

went up to san pedro this weekend for the tall ships festival. it was delightful. saw my sweet sweet friend anna. and so many tall ships! i went aboard the USCGC Eagle, the coast guard's big ass sail butt. it was so sweet. they have three steerin' wheels!! connected! because not just one person can steer at a time! that's...a..big..boat. waa waa wee wah!

as you know, i've really started loving me some cooking! last night i made a delightful set of concoctions...

fresh bean salad (grandmother status):
garbanzo beans, kidney beans, thin red onions, grape tomatoes, artichoke hearts, garlic, lemon juice, parsley, olive oil, balsamic & apple cider vinegar (twas hoping for red wine vinegar but we were out)

pasta "amandavera":
homemade spaghetti! and essentially a stew of grape tomatoes, eggplant, asparagus, and mushrooms with warm goat cheese and toasted pine nuts finished with fresh parm cheese.

baked acorn squash:
acorn squash quarters, with a wee butter, cinnamon and brown sugar

aaaaaaaaannnddd MILK!

twas good, if i do say so myself.

last: free obama button, if you want it!

oh boy

I have neglected my blog fo sho. Sorry about that.

I'm sitting in the lovely breakfast nook enjoying a fresh breakfast: poached eggs (which i made for the first time!), fresh tomatoes, avocado, cottage cheese, strawberries & coffee. It's delightful and quite a change of pace for me. The last bajillion weekends have been so packed with activity and going out to breakfast and getting up early to do things, etc. etc., so it's nice to enjoy the morning.

We spent a fabulous Fourth of July out on Coronado. Great food, some swimming, some dinghy-ing, some water balloon warfare in the bay, some sail boat lounging, more food & fireworks over the Coronado Golf Course! Splendid! I have this feeling that every Fourth of July is going to be better than the last in this city. You just can't go wrong.

I know this happens every single time I blog at the beginning of the month, but shoot, guys...it's JULY!! What is that?! Time is NOT going by really really really slow. Yikes.

Ok, love!

Cilantro

Momma Hall doesn't like cilantro...which means I kind of grew up cilantro-less. And it has really been within the last two years or so that I've really discovered how awesome cilantro is...on everything. Tonight I made a deeeelicious marinade for my bison steak. I'll tell you more:

Garlic
Cilantro
Worcestershire Sauce
Lemon & Lime juice
More cilantro

Paired it with some steamed summer squash cause, duh, it's summer and it's awesome.

I'm a full on cooker! :)

So good. Sooooo goooooooood.

Listening to: The Weepies, Hideaway-Little Bird. So good.

Side note: where's Courtney???????????? I'm lonely!

The One About the Pets

My apologies, friends. Blogging has been forgotten for so long. :( Frowny face. Fear not, though, this is going to be a super awesome blog. For serious.

So, on to my pets. Let us not waste any time!

Spaetzle:
After several months of being dead, Spaetzle has come back to life. I knew I had seen some D batteries somewhere in one of my classic "bags" in my room. I finally searched in the right box and found some Spaetzle "energy pills"! Wahoo. Anyway, he's now breathing & back to normal. Still quite stand-offish, but we're working on it.

Banjo & Kazooie:
I got crabs!! Banjo & Kazooie are the latest additions to my little family. You're probably thinking, wow, I didn't think anyone bought hermit crabs after they were in 6th grade, and for most people that's accurate. But please. It's me!! Anyway, in addition to one slightly lethargic pug, I have two hermit crabs, one of which has a social/anxiety disorder for certain.


Here is Banjo with Auntie Courtney:Here is Banjo running toward me:

Here is Kazooie the hermit:

Today (as I do most weekend days) I remembered that I live in the most awesome place on earth. Courtney and I spent our day at Cardiif-by-the-Sea which is a totally adorable and beautiful beachy town up in North County.


I mean, as I write this weblog entry, I am watching the sun slowly set on the Pacific Ocean from my bedroom. I'm sorry to rub it in, but it has to be said. I LOVE WHERE I LIVE. Dang.


Listening to: Coldplay, Viva la Vida. It's awesome.

The Green Flash is Mythical

The green flash does not exist. I earnestly believe this. Ok, no I don't. But! I am just fairly depressed that I have never actually seen it. I want to believe that it doesn't exist, because how else would I not have seen it yet? :(

Friends Don't Let Friends Buy Steve Maddens

Steve Maddens are cheap, shitty shoes. I'm always enticed by the cute styles/affordable prices but then I remember that I could buy four pairs of Steve Maddens which I will never wear because they are so very uncomfortable, or one pair of ..nice.. shoes which I will wear all the time because I can actually wear them all day long.

Remember, if your friend tries to drag you into a Steven Madden store, say "No--I'm not letting you do this. Friends don't let friends buy Steve Maddens."

Vignette Three: Spiders on a String

Because I sort of couldn't wait to tell this story, and I don't have anything else to do, I'm going to cruise through number three.

My dad has always liked to antagonize us. I remember various instances of this. (Cough cough "Glenny boy loves you" cough cough.) It continues with my younger sister Emma. Dads like to do that sort of stuff. It is what it is.

When we lived across the railroad tracks in Wenonah, NJ, my Dad (and to be fair, my mom too, as she was the one who must have held the video camera) used to like to do things to us while we were sleeping and video tape it. Before you get creeped out, read on....

Most notably, they would put stickers on our faces and watch us kind of squirm and toss and turn. Kind of funny, right? Well, then they graduated from stickers to pom-pom arachnids.

The most hilarious video ever (beside the Christmas Show) is of my dad dangling a pom-pom spider on a string just barely on our faces. He would let it tickle us and we would swat it away (deep in REM, mind you). This continued for quite sometime. Somehow, remaining in slumber mode, my sister and I managed flail and swat this crafty spider away, despite the guttural laughs that were occurring around us.

The video is hilarious. Boy, they must have been very bored to do this.

Vignette Four: 100 Happy People, coming soon

Vignette Two: Walking is Hard

This one is short but sweet.

I'm a klutz. I have no balance. I'm not graceful. I, at any given time, have at least 2-3 bruises from running into things. It's not a new thing, and it's not going away. It is what it is. It just is.

When I was like 10-13, I was at the Atlantic City Airport, preparing to fly to Florida or something. I was walking along with me mum and grandmother and pulling along me suitcase. And I ran into a cement pole. Smacked right on into it.

Walking is hard.

Coming soon: Vignette Three, Spiders on a String

Someone Flipped Me Off Today

Umm, hello? Why did you flip me off, sir?

I was driving to work this a.m. on the 8, as per usual, and as I was merging right to get into my exit lane (which I did safely, with respect to the peeps trying to get out of that lane) the dude behind me flipped me off. He flipped me off. Umm, hello?

Um, hi?

Self Righteous Driving School

I have decided that I'm going to start a driving school and call it the Self Righteous Driving School.

Budding drivers who seek direction from me will learn the ways of a self-righteous driver; that is, following the rules and getting indignant when others don't. Major topics include lines to turn into parking lots/onto freeways. Also to include upsetting impatient speedy drivers behind you by going at least 5 miles slower than the speed limit.

For your consideration, part I.

Nicole has challenged me.

Vignette One: The Christmas Show

Everyone who knows me knows that I have a flair for the dramatic...to put it lightly. For as long as I can remember this has been the case. When I was in fourth grade, I went to an Episcopal school and we lived in this fabulous apartment in Baltimore, MD, on the second floor of the former German Embassy. It consisted of three gigantic rooms and a kitchen. My sister Andrea and I had a ballroom for a bedroom complete with crystal chandelier. It was insane. Insane! Suffice it to say, I doubt a day went by that we didn't leap, sashay or twirl through that room. I mean, how could we not.

And so it was the winter of 93-94. Andrea was in her tomboy phase...which lasted for a while. I just thought I was the most graceful artistic thing...and a dancer, to boot. We were thick as thieves, especially considering our only friends outside of school were a crack dealer who stole Emma's stroller and a homeless man named Skinny, whom we fed Gushers and ambushed with snowballs. Our grandmother was visiting and she had a video camera. A video camera! Which she was willing, nay WANTED to use to film us doing what we do best...performing.

So the stage was set. I pulled out my best costume dress (light blue with tiny raised white polka dots and a big, full skirt, in case you wanted to know). I made tickets, and instructed Andrea as to how this was going to go. It was February. We had this Christmas tape we couldn't let go of, so yeah, we were going to do our Christmas song and dance show. In February. Not a big deal.

We had assigned songs. I took classics and slow ballads. Andrea got the perky, upbeat, kidzbop style. She was cut out for those. You had the spunk and the club moves. Sure, she fell down in the middle of one of her routines, but she also stopped dancing at one point to alert: "Look! Backwards pants!" What up, Criss Cross!

With what I perceived to be swan-like grace and the voice of an angel, I set out to move my audience with a beautiful rendition of 'Silent Night.' Something about this upset Andrea. Apparently, she didn't just want to be known for hip hop Christmas. As I was floating around (my) stage, joining the tape with my vocals, I hear the screeching sounds of another...Andrea. She was trying to join my song. This was obviously, and justifiably upsetting. I pleaded for her to stop. I reasoned that this was my song, my turn. She would now listen. So I did the only thing I thought would work. I started kicking her. But I didn't just stop dancing ops to take care of business....no no no. I worked it into my routine. Yeah, there was twirling, graceful hand motions, angelic choruses, and a KICK to the side. And repeat. This did not stop Andrea. Rather it encouraged her to continue. She started singing louder and kicking back. What's more is that the camera ceased to be just on me. Andrea! Sabotage! By the end of the song, I was pouty, near tears, and Andrea emerged as the clear victor of this little battle royale. She had ruined my song, ruined my dance, and stole attention away from me.

And so, the story of a Christmas routine, gone horribly awry. In February. And caught on tape. We watch it virtually every year. We are in tears every single time. And we always vow that if we would just send it in to America's Funniest Home Videos, we would win.

Coming next...Vignette Two: Walking is Hard.

What an Offering.

A woman gave me her hair tie at the gym yesterday.

I was at the gym yesterday. I had run out of emergency hair ties in my gym bag and hadn't come with one. The one that's on the shifter in my vehicle was gonzo. I couldn't find one in my purse. I was, however, able to locate 5 barrettes & countless bobby pins. So I had to make it work and at first it looked like some horrifying midwest prom hair do. Yikes. While on the stairmaster, it transformed itself into something Heidi-esque with braids and strategically placed metal fasteners. It was a big ol mess. Something had to change.

So, I paused at the front desk asking for a rubber band and while the guy was trying to find one in the drawer and the woman standing there just took the one off of her wrist and gave it to me. It was a small, gentle gesture. But enormous.



By the way, I just heard my roommate say this:


"The big thing is they're all about the sausage and I don't really eat the sausage."

Uh.

TWSS?

The Storm Was A-Brewin

This one has been brewing for a week. I don’t like to nor do I think it necessary to blog every day just to do it. You end up sharing the most asinine details that literally no one but your boyfriend/girlfriend or mother cares about. Thus, I let my stories brew up for a little while so I have several interesting things to share rather than 1 long pile of crapola. Cough.

Here’s what lit the fire this morning: I was driving to work approximately 7:45 A.M. The weather was cool, sunny, lovely. I was be-bopping along to some Brad Paisley, NBD, and glanced briefly to my right a noticed a PRIUS with a RON PAUL bumper sticker. I thought, “this person has got to be joking. They’ve got to be.” But I don’t think they were. Not the right neighborhood. I invite comparisons…as I am at a loss for words. Finish the sentence…Having Ron Paul sticker on your Prius is like…_____________________.

Second Topic of Discussion: The Girl Scouts: Sweet Cookie Sellers, or Satan’s Spawn? I’m pretty sure the Girl Scouts were put on earth by a wildly negative force. They dangled by Satan (assuming he somehow got up north to heaven…probably disguised…whatever whatever). They are not a good thing, and here’s why: A sweet little Girl Scout comes to your door and is like, “would you like some cookies? Our troop is trying to raise money to save the world.” What they are really saying, however, is, “We’re the Girl Scouts. We’re here to ruin all of the hard work that you’ve been doing at the gym and all the strict dieting you’ve been participating in with our Thin Mints. Here…buy a box and eat a sleeve in one sitting.” Ahhhhhh. So bad, but so good.

Well, the finale of Project Runway was this week. We were so excited for it (!) and then we unfortunately had the results ruined for us. Man, it sucks when someone takes the joy and surprise out of something you were looking forward to. If you still haven’t gotten the chance to watch it, I won’t ruin it here. I’ll let someone have some joy, at least. I will say that I was disappointed by the results.

oh boy, where did february go?

Did you notice that today is March. Dude, even with a leap year, February just ripped on by. What craziness. What insanity. It's cool though, cause I'd say March is pretty rad too.




Did you ever notice how some things in life are worked out for you with out you even noticing that they HAD to be worked out? Okay, that sounds like I'm trying to be overly profound. If you must vomit over that, I'll hold your hair back; but let me finish:

It hit me this morning.

Drawers are basically created so an even number of Saran Wrap or aluminum foil cartons can fit in them. Even in retro kitchen land (unfortunately where our kitchen resides) the drawer seems to exactly fit all of the various wraps, foils, papers, etc. It's neither too tight a squeeze nor aching with awkward gappage. Someone somewhere just sort of worked that out for us. Without us even knowing it had to be worked out. To that person, Cheers!




Well, I have gone several weeks bypassing telling you of one of the greatest reunions in the past six months in my life. Me and my ipod dock are back together. I know, it's great, right? Sometime in late August of 07, we broke up. And it had me down for a while. I mean, the carcass of the actual dock was haunting me, every time I looked at my desk. But it was unchargable. I had lost the AC adapter. And I couldn't find it ANYWHERE. The speakers were just TAUNTING me. "Listen to zee ipod on zis dock, eh?" (Oh yeah, my speakers have an odd German/French/Canadian sort of thing going on , not a big deal.) And I was like, "Well, I would LIKE TO." Anyway, after months of searching through various random nooks and crannies, searching Amazon to Ebay, Logitech to apple.com, I finally broke down and just called the logitech customer service folks, hoping that in a moment of weakness, driven my my utter pity, they would just send me a free charger. Turns out there's a link on their website for missing parts. $10 was all that stood between me and destiny. A shame that I can't apparently read. Anyway, we are sitting at the table right now, me posting on this weblog, my ipod dock serenading me with overly depressing Coldplay. It's harmony and melody and destiny. And not in a trashy, born-in-the-80's, "My name is Harmony" kind of way.




I had thought that, now that I am either 23 or 24 (not sure) I would stop getting acne. Blemishes. Pimples, zits, you know the deal. Well, this is horrifyingly untrue. They have seemed to utterly ignore the fact that I am an adult now. I mean, I wear high heels to work, meet friends for sushi, have money going into my 401K. An adult. Sometimes, I get these blemishes (ok, that makes it sound more adult) that no amount of Katherine's secret Murad blemish zapper can solve. That no amount of cursing, "BUT I AM AN ADULT! THIS IS UNFAIR," can fix. That no amount of pressure with a hot wash cloth can cure. Like right now. Something worthy of a zip code is cropping up right under my nose. So painful that it's hard to smile.

Was that too honest?

Thank God for Project Runway.

Thank God for Project Runway.

In this tumultuous time, when I am unsure when I’m going to get my next episode of the Office or Gossip Girls, I take a small amount of solace in the fact that there is one reality show that I like and look forward to. Ari will tell you—it wasn’t an easy sell. I’ve programmed myself to automatically hate all reality television show. To her chagrin, I can’t stand Real Housewives of Orange County or Made. Or Real World. Or Road Rules. Or….the list goes on and on. (Except I have a secret fondness for Snoopp Dogg Fatherhood, Run’s House, and The Girls Next Door, but shhhh.) But ever since the night when I when I first saw Project Runway on tv, I was immediately drawn to the shiny things—the clothing and the gays. And seeing Heidi Klum try to host a television show. It’s like watching a fish try to type an email. It’s a comedy that needs not writers. And thank goodness!

So, I’m sure you’re dying to know my favs/least favs.

At this point, I think Christian is going to win. Bottom line, as much as I want to shove whatever Sweet Pea made that episode down his throat, the boy is…Fierce. “Fierce! And I have met some fierce bitches in my life!”

My favorite is Chris and I think it terribly apropos that he won that challenge which required him to pull out his tackiest, most flagrant designs. I love him! My previous favorite was the French Stewart guy, but he got kicked off a while ago.

I can not stand Jillian. However, I believe I would be most likely to wear her designs. She’s not fierce, just classy. And severely annoying.

I would like Sweet Pea to leave. I’m not sure how she made it this far. Her fake teeth bother me.

Rommey has not captured my heart, nor has he turned me off. I think he’ll place 3rd.

Here’s how it’s going to go down:

Christian
Jillian
Rommey
Chris
Sweet Pea

allow me the brief moment to discuss something with myself.

Hey Amanda,

What's up? That's cool. I've been pretty good. Well, truthfully, I've been better, but who's counting?

Oh, nothing's wrong...per se. I just...I mean...I was kind of wondering what possessed you to decide to go to Costco at 5 on a Tuesday. Via the 5. It's not that it was rude, just that it was sort of...dumb. No offense.

You were out of Diet Coke? And toilet paper? Seriously? Toilet paper and Diet Coke couldn't wait until, say, Saturday morning or Sunday afternoon? I mean...it's your life, live it how you want, but seriously, that was uncalled for.

Next time you do that, I'm not coming. That's all I'm trying to say. You'll have to get value packs of toilet paper on your own.

Break me off a piece of that...fancy feast!

Andy Bernard is one of my favorite people. This Office hiatus is stabbing me in the heart. I do not like it at all.

Warning, friends: Do not watch The Brothers Solomon. You're probably all, "why not, I love Will Arnett like Amanda loves Will Arnett?" Well, I will tell you that it is sore disappointment--but it is a terrible movie. I think it was about 4 dollars at Blockbuster and that was 4 too many.

What is the half-life of Christmas trees? (Yeah right. Like I know what that means any more.) But seriously, how long will it take for our Christmas tree to decompose so that the only thing left to deal with is the ornaments and tree stand? Like four weeks maybe? Hopefully.

Cosmetics announcement: believe the hype about Benefit's "Galactic Shield" because it's all true. Galactic Shield is a concealer stick that contains salicylic acid so it both blends and banishes blemishes. GALACTIC SHIELD! $20 at Sephora, which I know may sound like a lot, but it lasts a long time unless you're crater face Beth from the fifth grade, in which case you need something more along the lines of a skin transplant and not a small concealer.

Video game announcement: I love my Wii! It's the best thing in the world. Guitar Hero, fake tennis, simulated boxing and Mario. What's wrong with that picture? NOTHING, I say!

Not that it's worth anything

But I just beat Guitar Hero on Medium. Now onto hard...

Uggs are what's wrong with America.

Yeah, I said it. Uggs are frickin ugly. I throw up in my mouth every single time I see a Uggs-and-miniskirt-with-furry-collar-jacket-but-bare-legs combo. If it's cold enough that could can not bare to take your feetsies out of a knee-high boot of shearling and and down jacket, why are you pairing the hideous combo with a miniskirt. I cringe every time I see someone shuffling around in them. I hate it when I see them in hot weather. They are not snow boots, and they are not rain boots since they are not water proof, so please don't abuse them and wear them as such.

I'll admit it. I own a pair. They are comfortable. They were a gift, so it's not as bad. But I don't abuse them and wear them at in appropriate times and for inappropriate purposes.

Uggs are what's wrong with America. And Mike Huckabee. And what's more, like Mike Huckabee, they just won't go away, will they?

Aggressive Driving

I love San Diego. I do. It's awesome. I just wish there was less driving involved. And I wish the drivers weren't total DB's.

San Diego has turned me into an aggressive driver. The purpose of my various drives is less about getting from A to B and more about who's going to get taught a lesson today.

Here's what you can expect from me on the road:

If you cut me off, I will tailgate you. If it's night, I'll turn on my brights "accidentally" for a minute. Please do not ever cut me off again.

If you unnecessarily ride my ass in a one lane situation, I sure will go 5-7 miles slower than the speed limit until you are forced to screechingly peel out and turn earlier than you had planned. Do not rush me.

If you try to weave in and out of two lane traffic, I will oscillate between 3 mph slower and 3 mph faster than the person right next to me, frustrating the bajesus out of you. Do not crazy person weave around me.

If you do any of those things while talking on your cell phone, I'll call you in for drunk driving. Whoops.

Cross me, and I will destroy you.

Spandex and Spirit Fingers

yellooooo!

it's 2008. like, seriously? no way. but yes, it really is.

if you're anything like me, 2007 went by waaaaay too fast. i hardly remember it. seriously. i don't remember much of it. i know d'markus did good things with my hair in 2007 (and emma's!!) but other than that...i guess it was a lot of spandex and spirit fingers. which, all in all, is not a bad thing.

as the purpose of this el blogo is to inform you of things which outrage and puzzle me (and tickle me and make me laugh), i would like to tell you about something i saw this evening while driving to el gymansio. i'm in pacific beach, all, "what's up pb? you got some ragers or what?!?" and i'm coming to a safe stop at a red light when i turn cautiously to my right and notice a man shaving at the stoplight. shaving. this would have been somehow less puzzling to me if it were morning and he were, perhaps, on his way to work. but 5:30 at night? how odd.