Only in LA...

...do you hear the guy next to you in the bookstore pondering out loud to his friend, "Should I go to Lance Bass's bbq?"
Of course you should, it's lance bass! Duh!

And only in LA do you run into lorelai gilmore at the observatory (which is closed on Mondays btw, to all you tourists out there).

But apparently, APPARENTLY, this next piece of information applies across the country...

DID YOU KNOW? That when you print out a coupon for pizza and it says max 3 toppings, they really don't mean 3 toppings?

Confused? I was too. Let me explain...

You can get 3 toppings on half of that pizza, AND 3 completely different toppings on another half of the SAME pizza. Wow, i know. This happened the other day, and it completely blew my mind. In fact, i'm still trying to wrap my head around this one. So what if i want to divide my pizza into quarters instead of halves? Would i have 12 different toppings on one pizza? Why would they not charge me extra for those 3 new toppings? I just don't get the logic. I really don't. If i wasn't so lazy right now, i'd take a self portrait of myself with my college degree in one hand, and pizza coupon in the other, and a rather confused expression on my face.



Seriously though, that's 6 toppings i had on ONE pizza with a three topping coupon. Tell me how that works out.

"What kind of girl are you??" Pt 2

(I have a feeling this is gonna be pt 2 of a loooong series...)

I hate that J is more domesticated than me. I don't usually make ice. Even on hot hot days, I don't consume beverages at home with ice. The other day I decided this summer was THE summer I started making ice. So i took the empty ice tray out of the freezer, washed it, dryed it, and let it sit on my counter...only to have J show me today that it's not an ice tray, it's an egg tray! And what do you know, the eggs fit perfectly in the ice tray. Now i just have to get some new ice trays. Or go back to my old ways and not consume ice this summer.

Following this discovery, J then showed me how to use one of the tools in my (but really his) manicure kit.


To be continued, I'm sure.

"What kind of girl are you??"

I seem to get this question a lot.

Today I picked up a pack of qtips at target, and decided to go with the pack of 650 because it came with a free gift on the side.

Me: ooooh...what is this pack of fandangled gadgets?
J: It's a manicure set...What kind of girl are you??

I guess the kind that doesn't know a manicure set when you see one. BUT! The real question is....why would J know about manicure sets??????

I rest my case.


I saw several penises (penii?) this weekend. Participated in SF's Bay to Breakers where people can run all 7 miles completely naked. I'm not one to be against one's right to bare skin, but really, when it involves old men, creepy looking middle aged men, and no hot guys...really, it makes me wonder, what's the point to this human right? And isn't it really just taking away MY right to not see what I don't need to see? I'm just seying...

Mop Quest

The ultimate quest for the perfect wet mop came to a halt today in the aisles of Target, where they finally restocked on some regular clorox sponge mops. This quest has been going on for a while, and came to a short hiatus when i bought the method mop kit, thinking that i'd save the world and get clean floors at the same time. I should've known better. Now i have a yet another mop that doesn't work so well keeping my fridge company, AND, on top of that, I saw the kit on sale for $5 less last weekend. Poop. But now I've got a new mop, a new mop bucket, and a scented Mr. Clean. :) All's that's left is the putting it to use part. Stayed Tuned.

Meanwhile...

Why is it that I feel guilty and irresponsible when i have fun? Especially spur of the moment fun. If i'm not doing something productive, i'm thinking about what the next productive task should be. It drives me crazy. Sometimes i just want to shut my brain off and just have fun. Pure fun without the guilt, is that too much to ask? Apparently so.

Took J out for his bday last night and while we were driving home, we broke out into an impromptu dance party in the car (thanks to my man Justin). And then the car next to us invited us to go clubbing with them. We declined, explaining that it was so very late (10pm) for us in our old age (29), maybe next time. Instead, we went home and had an impromptu dance party of our own in my living room instead. I make a mean DJ.

Now we've caught the dance bug, who's with us?

Geek out, or FILL out?

On the freeway today I passed by a billboard boasting of breast augmentations for only $2999. Wow, they are affordable these days eh? Which got me thinking, for about the same price, I can have a new supercomputer with double quad cores, high speed and powerful, new OS, dual layer superdrive......humuhna humuhna....i'm already drooling. It's amazing what you can get for your money these days...