I miss waking up in cold fall weather, and going to Tim Hortons and getting bagels with cream cheese and a large double double and walking Buckley through the alley on the way home.
The Streets - Dry Your Eyes .mp3
Monday, September 13, 2010
It's the verbal Herman Munster.
Right now even though I've been in my apartment for a few months now, I have almost nothing in it (pretty much just a mattress.) I'm used to the no furniture, never unpacking thing (most likely due to living out of a laundry basket and doing week for week between my parents house for 10 years) and I don't mind the not having any "material objects" holding me down (I sound like a nomad hippy). But sometimes, like tonight, when I needed to open a bottle of wine and had no corkscrew - this shit gets annoying. I've spent the last hour trying to open it with a screw, and using the "hit against a wall" method (which looks super easy on wiki-how video - but DOES NOT work in real life.). I now have a sort of open bottle of wine with a destroyed cork that I can't get any wine out of, and a dent in my wall.
I stole this from - here. I love it.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
do right and kill everything.
I'm back in LA now. My 10 day visit to Germany ended up being a month. It was totally worth it though. That's probably the only time I'm going to visit Europe in my young life (due to my poorness.) so I enjoyed it as much as I could. Being back is weird now - I always get used to where I am quickly (except LA for some reason) and dealing with changing and moving always throws me off. Also, the airport experience coming back into the US was a fucking ordeal. It involved 2 hours of getting lectured from passport security about my Visa, and then being called over the intercom to go get my bag as "Mr. Nichole Williams" for half an hour following. Thanks for the awesome welcome back US.
The Meters - Hand Clapping Song .mp3
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil, I don't fear nothing, Mother Fucker.
This weekend was a good one. Even though I worked a bit I ended up getting to do a lot. On Saturday I bought art supplies (ink and watercolours), and have started to paint again for the first time in years. Sunday we went to Griffith Park which was beautiful (not Canada beautiful, but still beautiful) and laid in the dry grass and ate snacks. Considering it was supposed to be a relaxing day it was full of exciting events. We thought a violinist practicing in the woods was a mountain lion and we also had a possible ufo spotting - Michelle thinks it was fighter planes, I'm skeptical - there was hovering involved. Above is a picture of what I imagine will happen when the ufos come to earth. I'll most likely have a motorcycle, a full leather outfit, and 10 pounds less on me by that point (if i stop eating taco truck nachos.) I think it's realistic on all counts.
Other then the fun this weekend LA is the same. I'm going to try to start making the best of the time I have here instead of being miserable and lonely anymore. It seems to be more work trying to enjoy it then just being a grouchy cunt though.
Descendents - Hope .mp3
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