Jeff and I drove around the desert last night selecting my fantasy properties on which to have wind power and live with as many cats as I want
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May your relationship always be bright, shiny, sharp, useful, and ending in something delicious! And blood-free. -- antarcticlust and I, along withschmecky, have decided to throw tradition to the wind and re-invent knives as a proper wedding gift
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Max: Hey, so I read this ad in the Daily Orange. I can get $5,000 for donating my eggs. Max: Can I do this? Is this bad? Me: Meh. You can get $30,000 for carrying it to term as a surrogate, you know.
Me: Hey, what're you up to? Max: Just dancing. Me: Dancing how? Like, Dance, Dance, Revolution or some shit? Max: No, just by myself. In my room. Max: To Bob Dylan. Me: You're weird. I mean, I'm weird, but I wouldn't even admit that. Max: Also to some Tilly and the Wall. Me: ... Max: You can post about this. I don't mind.
Jeff took me to see The Brian Jonestown Massacre last night at the Echoplex.
Courtesy of KCRW, we dined at Frankie's on Melrose. I had the best meatballs of my life, Jeff had some squid-ink pasta, and our cocktails were to die for
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