If you have dark brown hair and you live in Los Angeles, people will describe you as “exotic.”
That thing you think you’re really good at? You’re not that good at it.
The moment you start liking someone is the moment when they stop liking you. The key is to let someone like you and not like them until it’s absolutely necessary.
Whenever someone needs to reach me I am either eating or in the bathroom. Always.
If someone watches you leave it’s a good sign. Unless they’re a stalker.
I would be a great addition to “Mad Men.”
Stop thinking about someone and you’ll hear from them.
If someone says “I’ll try” what they mean is “I’m not going to do that.”
The harder you try to make sense of something, the less sense it will make. It’s like when you say a word over and over and it stops sounding like a real word.
If you meet someone in NYC you will see them again. If you meet someone in LA you will see them again and run.
Success isn’t about what you have, it’s about what people think you have.
“Lost” is over and it’s never coming back.
If someone really hates you it means they really care. It’s weirdly flattering.
Doc Brown was right. The future is what you make of it.
If someone says they’re 20 minutes away, what they really mean is, they haven’t left yet.
There’s nothing inherently bad about having your own catchphrase.
I’m a fucking babe.
A good mix CD can change lives.
Pop Bottles Baby (Justin Bieber/Lil Wayne mash-up) — The White Panda
My mom & grandma used to joke that whenever they called one another, the one on the receiving end of the call was always just sitting down to use the restroom. And now, I’ve joined the club – without fail, 90% of calls to them go unanswered & are returned 10 minutes later with a “Sorry, I had to pee.”
Almie, every time I read your blog I think to my self “OH MY GOD I KNOW HOW THAT FEELS”
which is something my high school theater teacher told us is the goal of acting (or film making, or in this case writing)
and let me just say, you have it spot on. everything, just spot on. I read a lot of blogs, and yours is my absolute favorite, on the entire internet (and I spend A LOT of time on the internet)
anyway, you’re right, and I like it when people tell me I’m right, so I thought I should just let you know.
<3 Eryca
P.S. LA sucks so much, I don't know how you live here and seem to have a social life. I just moved back home (to LA) from Chicago, and I'm sure you'll understand me (because you lived in NYC) how the hell does anyone go to bars?! there is no handy dandy train to get you home at 3am when you're tripping all over yourself, do people actually call cabs? you can't really flag them down in most places… sorry for the ramble, I'm just trying to understand how anyone has a social life in Los Angeles, between the traffic, and the cold/fake people, and the lack of public transportation to take home while inebriated.
I fucking love this.
Dearest Almie,
Hope the sun is shining down on you and this week is going pleasantly!
I can soundly refute all of those save for the following:
“’Lost’ is over and it’s never coming back.
Doc Brown was right. The future is what you make of it.
There’s nothing inherently bad about having your own catchphrase.
I’m a fucking babe.
A good mix CD can change lives.”
hearts and trolls (the ones with all the neon-coloured hair),
d
Thanks d!!
you are most welcome
WHOA, Apocalypstick not letting me post comments in Chrome? Yarg & etc! Anyone, I can’t be tamed, using IE now.
“You be up on everything, other hoes ain’t ever on it” – Drake on Almie Rose.
Also, I like you boatloads and you’re really good at this thing you’re doing.
love this mashup you posted. thank you for that.
i share your sentiments about lost. :[ but, on the bright side, your betty draper impression was the highlight of my day.
“That thing you think you’re really good at? You’re not that good at it.”
— ok, now I’m depressed.
“I’m a fucking babe.”
— I’m fine now. You are a babe! And so am I, damnit!
I know what you mean about someone hating you being flattering. That’s why I love to chase boys who are assholes.
(not chase boys assholes.)
(not that there’s anything wrong with that.)
you speak like a twentysomething fortune cookie.
now i just need the winning lottery numbers, plz.
I fucking LOVE this.
And I’ve always wanted my own catchphrase.
“The harder you try to make sense of something, the less sense it will make. It’s like when you say a word over and over and it stops sounding like a real word.”
I just had one of those OMG-you-are-so-fucking-right-Almie moments like when Burger (on SATC) tells Miranda “He is just not that into you!”
Thanks Almie! You are fabulous!!!
xx
Girl you flatter me. xoxo.