fashion victim

This morning, at the ungodly hour of 9:40 am (it is ungodly on a Sunday, since we all know what happens on Saturdays), my cell phone rang. Obviously when I picked it up, it had "Family" flashing, because who else would call at such an inhumane time. I pushed "ignore" and tried to go back to sleep. 30 unsuccessful minutes later, I grabbed the phone and called my family back (can we be clear that they live in a timezone three hours ahead of me, so these transgressions are frequent). My little sister answered.

"Which one of you jerks called me," I mumbled.

"...it was me," she squeaked.

"What is it," I barked.

"...Just wanted to know what kind of shoes went with a leather jacket."

(sigh)

money

Could someone just give me a million dollars? It would really solve all of my problems in life.

unrequited love

I was reviewing the bajillion entries in this blog and hiding most of them (just to clean up), and I discovered that about 40% of them were of me bitching about the weather in Cambridge. I hated the weather in Cambridge, apparently. I hated it so much that I moved to sunny Los Angeles to get away from it, even though Los Angeles did everything possible to try to keep me out.

The reason I mention this is because I am here, finally, in Los Angeles, and I would like to note, for the record, that it is freezing.

i can't let the terrorists win!

I'm blogging again. Because I effing love effing blogging.

If you think I am crazy, talk to my middle finger.