December 2009
15 posts
The future is amazing:
I am currently getting ready for work, while playing scrabble on my iPhone with one of my all-time favorite musicians.
Seriously, dude is one of my top five favorite songwriters of all time. He can turn a phrase like no one’s business. His bands were the soundtrack to my high school years.
He just played the word, “Pea.”
And I’m beating him.
Good things:
In 5 minutes my cousin lands at LAX from his second tour in Afghanistan (first was in Iraq). He has one year left in the marines, and is so far not scheduled to be sent abroad again.
What a relief.
“Just wait until you see how I decorated the bathroom for Christmas. I put all of my angel stuff in there. I even have towels that say,’I love angels.’ It is absolutely disgusting with angels.”
My mom is excited to have us over.
Awesome.
The dude I met at the bar Saturday night is 19 and really in to house music.
I can’t tell these things when everyone that drinks there is in uniform. Hell, I was in uniform, but I still don’t hide huge secrets like AGE and HORRIBLE TASTE underneath my work slacks and apron.
Ugh. Same vein. When I was freshly 21 my problem with dudes was that the only ones that spat game my way were...
I believed in Santa much longer than most of my friends, you guys.
You see, when Santa came to visit my classroom every year in elementary school, he knew everything about me.
He always remembered my name and asked me how my dog, Jet, was doing. And he NEVER asked what I wanted for Christmas, he always knew what my one great desire was, and promised it’s arrival. And it wasn’t...
The Snuggie Corporation is racist against cats.
Yes, because that is where my life is at right now.
If any of you lame-wads want to play some Scrabble…er…”Words with Friends,” hollar at your girl.
NataliHo
Hey. That was an awkward thing to say out loud.
Waiting in the elevator lobby at the Humanities building is a clusterfuck between classes.
A bunch of people are packing in to one, I check in to it, decide I don’t want to be shoved between someone’s armpit and backpack, and wait for the next one to come down.
Guy next to me, says out loud, but not necessarily to me:
“Tall girl. Too tall for the elevator.”
I look at...
My step-brother is in the ICU.
He got drunk after his last final last night at UCLA, wandered away from his friends, and somehow fell off a roof.
He is going to be fine. Just cracked his pelvis and some ribs and beat up his organs.
I didn’t know that at first, I just got the voicemail that he was in the ICU, and the laundry list of his injuries. It was a while before I got the part...
