A few nights ago, I went to a house party with a dear redheaded friend. I love house parties. It’s the unexpected factor. Will there be good drinks? Will there be cute guys? Will this be the house party that you saw in the movies, the one where everyone had a good time and there’s [...]
Posted in: dating, facebook, fear and loathing
I’m near-sighted but tonight, as I’m trying to work on my book (and I swear this isn’t an excuse), things are a little blurry. Is it possible I’m also far-sighted? Or am I going blind? I AM GOING TO BE SO FUCKING PISSED OFF IF I GO BLIND. It’s these damn big pupils of mine. [...]
Posted in: driving around in LA, fear and loathing
Sweet fancy fuck. Yesterday I went to a fashion show where I met three foreign boys who were cute but were also dumber than a box of cats. (“Do you know where there is a taco truck around here?” “No?” “Oh so you are not local?” “I am, but I don’t know where there is [...]
Posted in: dating, fear and loathing, i don't even know, paul mccartney
Big thank you to all four of you (no really, thanks) who commented on my last post on what you want/like about my blog. Apparently what you like is honesty. You like my honesty. You want the truth? Here’s the truth: The truth is, I’m sitting in my bathrobe right now. I’m sick. Yet I’m [...]
Posted in: fear and loathing, i don't even know, music