02.28.2003 - - - 3:23 PM
Yay! It's Friday! This week has been so long. Just like this day. It has totally dragged. Bells and I carpooled today to work. We were so excited to be able to take the carpool lane on the 110 North. And, as we descended on the 110 from the lofty 105 East transition, we discovered...that there was NO FREAKING TRAFFIC on the 110. What the hell? It figures that the day we try to avoid traffic, it avoids us. I think we probably saved about, oh, five minutes in the carpool lane. Damn you, Traffic Gods! DAMN YOU! In other news, Bella and I are going to get drinks after work in Downtown LA! Wee! I'm wearing these super-cool Pumas today that I got on Melrose for like $15 a year ago...and even though I've worn them a million times, they still hurt my feet. I don't get it, they're sporty shoes. Why won't they break in? My heels are always screaming every time I wear them. Bitches. The other day, I went to buy some replacement face powder at the MAC counter in Nordstrom. When I told the woman what color I needed, she said, "Oh no, your face is too RED for that color. You need something that will take the RED out of your face because your face already has a lot of RED. See this color? It will take the RED out." I was like, woah, lady, I just want to buy the color that I've been using for the last 4 years. MAC Woman says, "well, whoever told you to get that color was WRONG because your face is too RED for that. All that color will do is make you look more RED. See, right now, your face is SO RED." I was like, lady, I am not wearing any makeup, but now I'm all paranoid. See, I know I have red undertones, but I didn't think it was something awful that I should be covering up. And what the hell do I know about makeup? And what do the eight different people who have done my makeup in the past know? So I bought the color she suggested. I don't know how I feel about how it makes me look...I'm leaning on the side of not-at-all-different. Maybe I'll return it. Or, maybe I'll just keep it because I'm too lazy to go back to Nordstrom's. Damn the system, winning again. My laziness always plots with you. Have I mentioned that I'm glad it's Friday? I'm looking forward to a Saturday free of obligation. Besides getting my oil changed in my car. I got my 15,000 mile inspection, but forgot to tell them SPECIFICALLY that I needed my oil changed. Jeez. Sometimes I just assume people know these things. I can't believe February is already over. Crazy! This year has flown by so far - it's already 1/6 over! I can't figure out what that is in percentages...I'm so bad at math. I'm sure after I post it I'll realize what an easy problem it is, but you know what? It's Friday, and I'm not in school anymore, and I don't get paid to do math. Except for those times that I do.
02.27.2003 - - - 4:17 PM
My crazy days are finally coming to an end. And by an end, I mean for this week. Lots of mad driving around: From Burbank to San Diego to Mission Hills to Hermosa Beach to Downtown LA to Burbank to Hollywood. And crazy hours! But, everything was extremely successful. Mindi's performance at the Border's Books and Music was AWESOME. The crowd was large (around 200-250), and they were feeling it. They didn't want her to stop playing! She ended up signing 140 CDs. After that, I got to spend time with my fabulous aunt and uncle who live in El Cajon. Yesterday was the big release party. Again, the turnout was great. I arrived at 5:30 for a 7:30 show, and people were already lined up outside the club waiting to get in. There was an evil bitch outside guarding the club. I told her who I was, and that I worked for the label and needed to go inside. She said back to me, "That's what they all say," and I was like, excuuuuuse me? You'd better let me in, or you will find the business end of my foot in your ass. But she didn't. So I had to call my boss to have him come out to the front of the club to let me in. Times like this are when I get really pissed about not having a work ID. I need to get on that. Well, more specifically, HR needs to get on that. Any. Way. The crowd was dancing and cheering like nobody's business, it was really fun. Mindi was en fuego, baby! It was also cool to hang out with a lot of my New York based co-workers who came out for the party. They are cool peeps. And, a bunch of my friends came, so we all had a time. Lots of drink tickets and VIP treatment. Gotta love it. I am SO looking forward to doing nothing tonight, though. It's been a week since I had a nice, normal night at home without going out or having work to do. It's been a long time since I've gone to bed at a decent hour. Lack of sleep makes you do dumb things. Just little mistakes, things like that. I don't know why the days when I am so tired I can't think straight are the days I always do expenses or balance my checkbook. Maybe my resistance is worn down or something. I'm excited for the weekend, too. Is it so wrong that I want to sit on my ass as much as possible? On Sunday morning, Jax the Magnificent and I are handing out water to crazy people. Crazy people being those INSANE enough to think running a marathon is fun! And yes Jax, I mean you. Although, I give you props because you raised money for a good cause. BUT. You are still insane. Above, Bells and I try to get the attention of a taxi driver.
02.24.2003 - - - 5:00 PM
Grammys! I have loved them forever. Even when they make strange decisions with their nominees and even stranger choices with their winners, I watch. Because I want one! I love to watch the performances and see my favorite music stars (and the odd movie star) and pretend that I won an award, too. Norah Jones swept all five of her categories last night. I was surprised, but pleased. She is so talented, she deserved it. I was so happy for No Doubt! I love them, love them,love them, to bits and pieces. I wanted to cry with Gwen! See, she's just a regular Southern Cali kid like me. Makes me all warm and fuzzy. I had a good weekend...haircut and lunch with my two best pals from the old hood, then I went down to Newport Beach for some hijinks. And hijinks were had! All I have to say is, one Lupu Lupu at the Royal Hawaiian is all a short chick like me needs. Then, of course, there were the Grammys. Good ol' Grammys. This is a busy week for me. Mindi's CD comes out tomorrow - go buy it! I'm going down to San Diego tomorrow to watch her perform at a Border's Books and Music store, then going to her release party on Wednesday night. It's going to be a great show. And, STORM OF THE CENTURY is coming! Until the next storm takes that title. I'm hoping to get home tonight before the brunt of the storm reaches me. I don't want to get caught in the rain if I can avoid it. And, hopefully the rain will taper off before I have to drive to San Diego tomorrow. That would totally blow. And, I was just wondering, but why are we suddenly paying attention to Tracy Gold again? Is it a new thing that she's anorexic? Can't we focus on the new generations of anorexics, like Brittany Murphy? I kid, I kid.
02.21.2003 - - - 3:15 PM
Oh my God. I feel sick to my stomach right now. I just got back from lunch a little while ago, and it just filled me to the brim. It's not even like I ate a lot - it was just a chicken sandwich. But DUDE! I feel all full up right now, straight like a pig. I hate the feeling of having too much food in my stomach. But really, there could be worse problems. I had an email this morning from our office director telling me that everyone had to sign off the network by 4 PM because our branch is changing servers. Which to me is a pass to go home early. What the heck am I going to do for two hours without internet access? Sure, I could clean my office, but why would I want to do that? I like my office full of boxes. Fridays aren't meant for office cleaning. Or cleaning of any kind, for that matter. I think tonight I'm just going to take it easy. I was supposed to go out dancing with a group of friends, but I actually have a headache right now, and I don't think loud music is going to make it go away. Boy, I should just get out the tiny violins with my stomach pain and headache! But it would be nice to catch up on all my Thursday night shows, I didn't see any of them last night. I need to hear all the misogynistic comments the male team makes on Survivor. Those guys are idiots. Don't they know no respectable girl will date them after those stupid comments? So I'll watch it for now, but I'm falling out of love with that show. Wow, these computer people mean business! I just got a message on my screen that I had only 10 minutes until my access was shut off. Hmmm...maybe I should finish my work? Nah, it will still be there on Monday. I'm gearing up for a big week next week. I have a work trip to San Diego on Tuesday, a release party on Wednesday, and a ton of album prep work to do. I like being busy, though, so I'm excited. Okay, I just got another message from the server so I have to split. Have a good weekend! Woo hoo, TGIF!!!
02.20.2003 - - - 4:45 PM
OK, I was wrong. But honestly, the producers did everything they could all season to make us think Trista was going to pick Charlie! The editing and all the stories about Trista and Charlie being seen together were just big fat lies. We were all screaming last night when we realized Charlie wasn't going to be chosen. Ryan had that cute, sensitive hero thing going on for him, and the producers FINALLY let us see that he was more than just lame poems about killer whales. It also became very obvious that he really cares for her. Charlie, on the other hand, seemed to think he had it in the bag and was only telling her what she wanted to hear. I don't feel bad for him, though: Charlie lives in Player Central - trust me, I know, we don't call it Whoremosa Beach for nothing - so he's going to be out in full effect for the next few weeks. I wouldn't be surprised if one of my girls from Team Whoremosa has an encounter with him sometime soon. I'm thinking about one of my girls in particular (You know who you are. Your sister wants you to hizzook it up with him, too!). I'm wearing glasses today because the Santa Anna Winds are cruel to my eyes, making contact lenses painful. I just took my specs off to rub my poor chapped eyes, and discovered that I am really blind. Like, not merely just near-sighted anymore. I can't even read my computer screen without my glasses, and my head is about 12 inches from it. Scary. I wish I could get the laser surgery, but my prescription changes too often for that to be a near-future option. Oh, that, and my lack of money, but that's a tired story. I like my glasses, although I wish I'd put the anti-glare coating on them. But I thought my insurance would consider that "frivolous," so I didn't. Then I found out that my brother got freaking Armani frames with all the bells and whistles, and the insurance company didn't even blink. Damn. I need to push the limits more. A couple of weeks ago, I bought a new skirt. I know I don't have the money to be buying things, but this was a necessity because none of my clothes fit anymore. I'm slowly buying essentials while I wait for a promotion or raise. Any. Way. I have already worn the skirt approximately five times. I have a habit of wearing my new things to death. I just love my purchases and want to spend as much time with them as possible. I also bought a cute knit hat when I bought the skirt that I just adore. Okay, I know that the hat was not a necessity, unless you consider that one of my New Year's Resolutions was to wear more hats. And both of the items were 50% off! Jeez. So, I'm wearing the skirt today, it's denim with a cute fold in the front, sort of school-girly. But the coolest part about it is all the sports netting - that mesh stuff. You can only see it when I'm walking, and it's the same color as the skirt so even then you wouldn't notice it unless you were looking. The skirt comes to my knees, so it can be dressed up or down. Today I'm wearing it with a white tank top and a pink cardigan. And flip flops, of course. Put my glasses on top of this and I have quite the school marm thing going on. Today people are taking me seriously! I'm not just a short blonde chick! I look smart and stuff! Until tomorrow.
02.19.2003 - - - 5:19 PM
I am that little kitty. And those puppet monster things are my bills! Stupid bills. I hate them so much. I miss being a kid, when I didn't even know what a credit card or a loan was. I was talking with my friends at work about this...but you know, what good is wishing I was still a kid going to do? I find complaining makes me feel much better. Besides, kids can't do a lot of the things that I enjoy on a regular basis. Although, they can play in those cool McDonalds Play Places that they didn't have when I was a kid. I get really bitter about all the cool new things that kids have. But, someday in a million years I may have kids, and then I can just buy the crap for them and keep it for myself. And when the kids have jobs, they can buy their own toys. I'm still sore from running that race on Saturday. Although, it's a good sore now. I can actually navigate stairs without crippling pain shooting through my legs. Jax and I felt cheated by the lack of a Finisher T-Shirt. Yes, we got a cool Dry-Fit race shirt. Yes, we got a cool medal that was shaped like a CD. Yes, we got Krispy Kremes and balance bars and bagels. And a webpage with our picture on it. But I wanted my finisher shirt, man! Damn you, Nike! In other news, Trista makes a life changing decision tonight! My God, I'm on the edge of my seat! Except I'm totally not, because everyone knows that she's going to pick Charlie. Charlie lives in the same town as I do, and I see him at a local bar from time to time. Could Trista spottings be far behind? I received a funny email forward today that supposedly was from Charlie. He was trying to explain to his friends why he had been gone for so long, and totally pimped out the show, going as far as to tell everyone what channel and time slot the show would be in. He then states that he sent the email to EVERYONE IN HIS ADDRESS BOOK. What a schmuck. At the end he included his cell phone number, but it had been disconnected. And I know this because I called it! You can't just put information out there like that and expect me to leave it alone. It's un-American. Or something.
02.18.2003 - - - 4:12 PM
What happened to my weekend?! I can't believe it is already Tuesday. It flew by, yo! Let's see, Friday was Valentines Day. I had a yummy seafood dinner with The Boyfriend. He also bought me roses and candy. Isn't he the sweetest?! It was great food, and a very nice restaurant, I enjoyed myself very much. The next day, Jax and I had to pick up our race shirts. We were at the Nike Town on Wilshire at Rodeo Drive, right in the heart of Beverly Hills. Across the street from us was the Regent Beverly Wilshire, and catty-corner was a giant Tiffany & Co. Jackie and I decided to check out both places, even though we were both dressed like total scrubs. When we walked around in Tiffany, do you think the security guards were watching the well-dressed rich people? No. They definitely thought that we were going to snatch something. We got the same looks at the Reg Bev Wil. So we left quickly. The race was the next morning and it was a blast. Jax and I finished in 40:51, which is pretty damn good considering we were enjoying the bands every mile. And good since we didn't prepare for the race at all. Not one single jog. But man, two days later and I am still sore! That's what I get. My parents were cool cats and took us out to breakfast after. Woo hoo, free food! OH! On Sunday night, I saw a sneak for the best movie ever - OLD SCHOOL. Seriously? Completely awesome. I'm totally going to see it again when it comes out on Friday. Yesterday, I had lunch with my mom and her friend, then it was off to Sharkeez for a happy hour party. Where we all proceeded to drink waaaaaaaay too much. But it was worth it! And there was free food at that, too! I love me some free food. I did, however, think that the SHOCKING TWIST was completely anti-climactic. Not only because I had heard better speculations, but also because I felt totally cheated when they didn't reveal the winner last week. Stupid reality show! So I'm back at work, and I'm just wishing I had my long weekend in front of me again. I don't get any more long weekends until May. That's right, MAY! How ever will I survive?
02.13.2003 - - - 4:02 PM
Finally the rain is ebbing. Only after flooding a million different places in So Cali. This place is just not built for excessive amounts of precipitation. And the weather dudes are saying this is the first El Niño storm of the season. AWESOME. I hope if that's true, everyone learns how to drive in the rain and then I don't have to kill anyone. I really like how green everything gets after the rain - some of the hills out by where my parents live could be transplants from Ireland. I'm just glad that the rain is supposed to be totally gone by tomorrow night. Rain would not go well with my kicking V-Day outfit. Since it's just been misting outside all day, I felt that it was alright for me to venture out today on my lunch. So I went to this Shi Shi (or is it Chi Chi? I never know, being an imposter) salon in Beverly Hills to inflict pain upon myself: I got my eyebrows done. Tweezing, followed by waxing, followed by more tweezing. Why do women do this to themselves? Oh, I know, because the end result is FAAAA-bulous! I kind of have a crush on my new eyebrows. I hardly ever do that stuff, so every now and then I treat myself to an unnecessary beauty procedure. And this place in the BH is supposed to be the Be All and End All of eyebrow places. AND, noting my new eyebrow crush, I would have to agree. I am so tired today. Last night I went to a Karaoke Bar. I went there telling myself that I wouldn't stay long, since I had a headache and have a big weekend coming up. I ended up closing the place. The group there was very fun, lots of great songs. I chose a Britney Spears theme for my songs: at first I was "Just a Girl," but then I became a "Natural Woman." Complete with Natural Women (Erica and Lisa) AND Drag Queens singing back up for me! I could have died happy. "Debbie" made lots of cracks about being an un-natural woman that kept making me laugh during my song. Stuff about her penis. Or his. Whatever, the point was that it was dirty and funny, and that totally appeals to my sense of humor. But, since we closed the place, I am paying the price today. I can hardly keep my eyes open. That's what happens when you go to bed at 3 AM! Bad Heather. The next two weeks are going to be full of late nights. I'm already mourning my future loss of sleep. I just can't go out the way I used to back when I was a young whipper snapper! I should join this club.
02.12.2003 - - - 6:09 PM
The rain has stopped being fun. Seriously. I almost had 12 heart attacks on my drive to work. It was POURING, and the visibility was awful. I think I witnessed about 487 near car accidents. Normally, I'm all about the rain. When I don't have to go out in it. I wish I could have stayed at my apartment, indoors all day, just watching the rain through my glass doors. But, NOOOOO, I had to go to work. Whatever. When I got to work after almost dying 653 times, I discovered that the courtyard around my office was totally flooded. By the time I made it into my building, my jeans were soaked up to my knees. My boots were saturated, too, making my feet wet. So, I was not a happy person when I arrived at work. Oh, and it took me over two hours to get in! I was ready to turn around and call it a day. At least I have a good space heater in my office. It helped me dry off and, if I don't catch pneumonia, I will have it to thank. I read that the rain will be here until Friday. FRIDAY? I am so calling in sick tomorrow. My friends in New York City don't want to hear me talk about the rain because it is snowing there. I would gladly take snow! Although, that would totally freak out L.A. drivers even more. They already can't drive in rain, so it's frozen form would probably make their collective head explode. Okay, I'm done ranting. I'm going to karaoke tonight at The Queen Mary. That's a link to a review I wrote about the place, it's the second review on the page. I hope the rain doesn't keep the Queens away. I need their sweet, sweet support.
02.11.2003 - - - 5:26 PM
I was pleasantly surprised to wake up to the sound of rain last night. I didn't know it was supposed to be raining already. Fritz Coleman, what gives? But, I am not complaining, I like the rain. And since I didn't have to go into work until 1 today, it was nice to look out over the raging waves. For a little while. Then I had to fight the masses on the freeway. And of course, everyone FREAKS the fuck out when water touches their precious cars. So it took me 45 minutes to get to Santa Monica for lunch. Which totally sucked. Not the lunch, which was lovely, but the amount of time it took to get there. After lunch, it took me another 40 minutes to get to my office. But again, the Burbank Public Works Department came through - thanks to the rain, the road paving was cancelled! Oh, no, you mean you're going to have to close the roads another day?! I did feel slightly guilty, though, when I read through my email and saw the branch-wide email calling everyone back into the office at 10 AM because the construction had been cancelled. But I didn't feel bad for long because if my company would cough up the $20 for the hardware, I could check my work email at home. Then I would have known about the construction in a timely manner. And I would have bitched about it's cancellation. As I write this I'm listening to the new single by Lisa Marie Presley for the second time. Over. Produced. That's what happens when you work on 45 minutes of material for four years. I'm not looking forward to my drive home tonight - more stupid idiot drivers on wet highways. Oh boy, fun! Sign up for the Notify List! It will keep you dry.
02.10.2003 - - - 6:01 PM
Nothing is cooler than finding out you can come in late to work. And we're not talking a few minutes: four and a half whole hours! Thanks to the brilliant minds at the Burbank Public Works Department, the streets surrounding my office will be closed until 1 PM because of road paving. Aw, you mean I can't get to my building? You mean I can't come in until 1? Shoot. There goes my day. Whatever will I do? Actually, the prospect of having a whole morning to do whatever I want *cough* I mean, work from home, has me positively giddy. I love my job, and seriously? God bless you, Burbank Public Works Department. I know that I am not alone in wishing good things for you. Until you give me a parking ticket, you heartless bastards. I updated the Latest section, couldn't you just die? My day was so productive, try not to be envious. Can't wait to see who Evan picks tonight. Okay, I really don't care who he picks, but I can't wait to see the look on her face when he tells her his lie. And how he's going to act like he's all torn up about it, but we all know that cavemen don't have emotions besides hunger and anger. There is no "angst" in Evan's vocabulary, and if there was, he certainly doesn't know what it means. Don't forget about the Notify List down below!
02.07.2003 - - - 5:24 PM
Ahhh, Friday. Fridays used to be my day off, before I started my adult job. Wait, that sounds weird. Before I started my grown-up, 9 to 5 job with benefits and a 401(k). Not that I'm putting any money into my 401(k), but I digress. Anyway, before I was at this job, I always had Fridays off. I loved it. I loved being able to lazy around all day, or do my errands, or go to the beach or the Farmers' Market. I would always get a tamale at my Farmers' Market. The Gourmet Tamale Company makes the best tamales I have ever tasted. I think that's what I miss about my Friday's the most - they are now tamale-free. Yes, I miss them more than I miss watching TV all day, more than I miss sleeping until 1. I often find myself thinking of reasons why I can leave work early or come in late on Fridays so I can get a sweet, sweet tamale. It's crazy what good food can do to you. BUT! I found out not too long ago that The Gourmet Tamale Company is opening a store not far from where my boyfriend lives. Dude, I will eat there every day. I will be their best customer, and they will name their children after me. Or, at the very least, a yummy tamale. In other news, I'm so glad it's Friday. I have been so out of it today. I was giving someone directions to my office, and I not only gave the wrong street name once, but twice. Thank goodness the man was smarter than I was. Then I poured water into my printer. Don't ask, because I can not explain it. I'm afraid to see if it still works. I chose to wait until Monday when I will have forgotten about the water incident, and I will press "print" and not fear electrocution. And, if I don't post on Monday, that is why. I added a Notify List on the bottom of the page due to popular demand, so if you'd like to know when I update this place, mosey on down and sign up. You know you want to! Wooo, weekend!
P.S. What the hell is the tamale doing in this picture? Is he bowling? Is he a bandit? Is he a bandit bowler superhero?
02.06.2003 - - - 3:19 PM
Does Halloween candy have an expiration date? I was just dying for something sweet, so I started scrounging around in my desk drawer and came across a zip-lock bag of chocolate balls. I know it is definitely Halloween candy because the wrapping is foil pumpkin faces. It tastes okay, though. but what I'm wondering is, will my stomach explode in a fiery rebellion later? I hate it when that happens. I guess we'll just wait and see. Although, I'm having sushi for dinner tonight, so it could get ugly. I was so shocked by American Idol 2 last night! Jacks and I were sure that JD and Kimberly were going to move on, and neither of them did. I didn't think JD deserved to go on, but I thought he would based on his looks because he's just so DREAMY (note the sarcasm). The guy who did go on, Charles, was good (not great, though), so I was happy about that. And all that stupid drama between Kimberly and Julia totally screwed Kimberly in the end. There is no way Julia deserved to move on more. Plus, she's so cocky and annoying! Not that Kimberly isn't. She was such a camera hog. Like, Hon, you do not need to run across the set to give someone a hug. And you are not moving on to the next round, so get off the damn stage, okay? The judges love her though, I'm sure she'll be invited back for the Judges' Choice round. I really hope that the next few rounds of eight are more interesting. Gawd. I can't handle more kids like Kimberly or Julia. Take some freaking Prozac!
02.05.2003 - - - 5:45 PM
There is a reason why I gave up drinking coffee. It's because it makes me CRAZY. The caffeine, I mean. I was so addicted to it, and it was really, really hard for me to quit. But today for some reason, I decided that it would be a REALLY good idea to drink six cups of it. One cup was mocha flavored, followed by regular coffee, then three cups of vanilla coffee, ending again with regular. Now my heart is beating as fast as a hummingbird's. I'm all jittery, I can't sit still, I can't get comfortable, I can't keep a thought in my head long enough to finish it. And I have to drive home in 15 minutes! Do I need to go to Caffeine Anonymous? Is this what real drug addicts go through? Seriously, I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Don't get me wrong, though. It feels great! It tasted sooooo good. Some people say that they can taste the difference between regular and diet soda. I can taste the difference between caffeine free and regular. It does not taste the same, people! Do they make a patch for this? I have a problem, and I am not a super hero. Oh, but the good thing is, I wrote a new essay in the Plastic Girl section. Check it out. Go crazy. See how I feel!
02.04.2003 - - - 4:56 PM
I've been thinking about all the things I want to do in my life. I really wish that I could clone myself so I could do everything. And all the clones would share the experience. You know, because we'd have the same mind and stuff. I know the world needs more of me, but I don't think it's ready. Anyway, of course I want to travel and do charity and try to solve the conflict in the Middle East and cure cancer, but there are other things I want to do, too. I want to be the hook singer on rap songs. I could totally do it. I want to learn to knit, so I can have snazzy skull caps for the music videos. I want to be in music videos! I'd also enjoy a career in radio. Although, I cuss too easily for that to be a viable option...maybe when I clone myself, I'll give that clone a censor or something. And, going back to the knitting thing, maybe I'd get really good at it and then I could start a business. Selling my caps. That I knitted. Or is it knit? What is the past tense? I guess I would have a clone that was devoted to making sure I always used proper grammar and spelled things right. I know you're thinking I have MS Word for that, but it's not always right! You know what I love? My Handi Stitch. It's one of those Seen on TV things. I received one from my mom and dad for Christmas, and it's come in very handy. I'm short, so I'm constantly needing to hem my pants. You know what? I'll have a clone that tailors all my clothes. That would be aces. Now, the first thing I need is a cloning machine. Hello, science! Get on that, please!
02.03.2003 - - - 5:24 PM
I can't believe it's already Monday. The weekends fly by. So do the months, since it's already February. I can't believe I was in Miami a month ago. It's one of those things that feels like it was only days ago. It was another gorgeous weekend here in Southern Cali. A good time to be outside, enjoying the fresh air and the scantily clad. It's nice to live at the beach. I also enjoyed driving to work with the top down on my car, although I know it won't last for much longer. I take it when I can get it. I just have this feeling that since we were blessed with such great weather in January that the summer will suck. Well, suck on your bad weather, summer! I scoff and you and shake my fist. And then I ask you nicely to be pretty. I want to sit outside every Sunday and enjoy tasty blended beverages, okay? We can get along, we can work this out. I'm getting annoyed with work. Well, not exactly. I love my job, but sometimes people are really stupid. I'll elaborate on this phenomena of idiocy later this week, when I see how things play out. Can't wait for TV this week - Joe Millionaire is really getting down to the wire, especially with the slutty fetish chick. And this is the first week we get to vote on the American Idol contestants. I hope they are ready for me, because I am a cruel, cruel judge.