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watching House right now - the episode is about a blogger. and it's soooooo stereotypical: she keeps reaching for her computer to blog about her treatment, the blog is ruining her relationship because she talks about it too much, blah blah blah.
turns out in the end it's a problem with her poop. seriously.
i watched/livetweeted the Oscars yesterday. joe was also livetweeting; anthony was providing hilarious side commentary ("that's OPRAH? right THERE? on the STAGE?" "If i were married to ashton kutcher, i would look really buff too, from us having sex all the time.") We had a good time.
I had a stressful day. on saturday, i was at joe's house, and then we drove back to Hollywood to get dinner & drinks with his uncle (apparently i am not the only person who has a fabulous gay relative who swoops into town and buys me fancy drinks).
parking near joe's place is... an adventure. when i first started dating him, steve told my mom he lived in a bad neighborhood. it's not bad, per se, but it is... dicey. at times. lots of crappy, falling-apart cars and the people who owns them. and since joe's building only allots one parking space per unit (yes, insanity, especially since most of the units have two bedrooms), i have to parallel park out there with the sketchy cars.
now, i'm a parallel parking badass. i have called others outside just to admire my parallel park jobs. if it is wide enough for my car plus two inches on either side, i can fit there. this time, i had to park up the street from joe's, near the Elks lodge and an abandoned hotel. this was not a tight space. tons of room on either side.
when i came back to the car the next night, it was raining. and it was late at night. and i had the dog, plus my big purse, plus a little duffel bag. the car in front of me - a big black SUV was really close to my car. like prettymuch on top of my little volkswagen. i was like, i should see if he hit me. but, eh. night. cold. running late to see joe's uncle. raining. hands full.
that was saturday night. i didn't think until this morning to check the front of my car.
FRONT GRILL MISSING. TOTALLY GONE.
Not the upper grill with the big VW on it, but the lower one that actually protects stuff in the car. gone. UGHHHH.
so that was how my day started (and yes, i realize this car hasn't given me a moment of peace since i got it). then it was all, e-mail all these bloggers, write two articles (seriously, i got an email where the subject was "Articles to write" and the body was two titles. no details. just that), put together a list of twitter accounts for LA and San Francisco, etc etc.
The worst part about "put together a list of twitter accounts for LA" is that i have been asked to do that FOUR. TIMES. every time i have done so and emailed that list to my boss (eli). i guess he hasn't looked at it. once. ever. WHY AM I DOING WORK THAT NO ONE LOOKS AT.
but despite the stress, i really like my job. i mean, i get to do all sorts of cool stuff. last friday i whipped up a press release. and that's something a lot of immediately-post-college jobs don't give you the chance to do: other stuff. if i'd taken the job in irvine, i would be writing the same kind of small business webpage every day. if i'd taken the job with the press release service, i would copy-editing the same press releases every day. at my job, i get asked to do something different every day.
joe is worried. he's worried that the company, being a startup and all, will fail, and then i'll be back to square one with the whole job thing. but i'm not scared. even if things don't go well and the company goes belly-up, i will have all sorts of cool experiences. my title is Editorial & Community Manager. i'm a friggin corporate manager.
of course, when i realized how effed up my car was this morning, and then got a bunch of stressful/nonsensical work requests (have i mentioned that i was put in charge of ordering t-shirts for our company? how did that fall to me???), i briefly lived out my deep-seated fantasy of selling all my worldy possessions and moving to a womyn's pottery collective/hippie commune in venice beach or something.
but for now, i'm happy on my yuppie commune in WeHo.
turns out in the end it's a problem with her poop. seriously.
i watched/livetweeted the Oscars yesterday. joe was also livetweeting; anthony was providing hilarious side commentary ("that's OPRAH? right THERE? on the STAGE?" "If i were married to ashton kutcher, i would look really buff too, from us having sex all the time.") We had a good time.
I had a stressful day. on saturday, i was at joe's house, and then we drove back to Hollywood to get dinner & drinks with his uncle (apparently i am not the only person who has a fabulous gay relative who swoops into town and buys me fancy drinks).
parking near joe's place is... an adventure. when i first started dating him, steve told my mom he lived in a bad neighborhood. it's not bad, per se, but it is... dicey. at times. lots of crappy, falling-apart cars and the people who owns them. and since joe's building only allots one parking space per unit (yes, insanity, especially since most of the units have two bedrooms), i have to parallel park out there with the sketchy cars.
now, i'm a parallel parking badass. i have called others outside just to admire my parallel park jobs. if it is wide enough for my car plus two inches on either side, i can fit there. this time, i had to park up the street from joe's, near the Elks lodge and an abandoned hotel. this was not a tight space. tons of room on either side.
when i came back to the car the next night, it was raining. and it was late at night. and i had the dog, plus my big purse, plus a little duffel bag. the car in front of me - a big black SUV was really close to my car. like prettymuch on top of my little volkswagen. i was like, i should see if he hit me. but, eh. night. cold. running late to see joe's uncle. raining. hands full.
that was saturday night. i didn't think until this morning to check the front of my car.
FRONT GRILL MISSING. TOTALLY GONE.
Not the upper grill with the big VW on it, but the lower one that actually protects stuff in the car. gone. UGHHHH.
so that was how my day started (and yes, i realize this car hasn't given me a moment of peace since i got it). then it was all, e-mail all these bloggers, write two articles (seriously, i got an email where the subject was "Articles to write" and the body was two titles. no details. just that), put together a list of twitter accounts for LA and San Francisco, etc etc.
The worst part about "put together a list of twitter accounts for LA" is that i have been asked to do that FOUR. TIMES. every time i have done so and emailed that list to my boss (eli). i guess he hasn't looked at it. once. ever. WHY AM I DOING WORK THAT NO ONE LOOKS AT.
but despite the stress, i really like my job. i mean, i get to do all sorts of cool stuff. last friday i whipped up a press release. and that's something a lot of immediately-post-college jobs don't give you the chance to do: other stuff. if i'd taken the job in irvine, i would be writing the same kind of small business webpage every day. if i'd taken the job with the press release service, i would copy-editing the same press releases every day. at my job, i get asked to do something different every day.
joe is worried. he's worried that the company, being a startup and all, will fail, and then i'll be back to square one with the whole job thing. but i'm not scared. even if things don't go well and the company goes belly-up, i will have all sorts of cool experiences. my title is Editorial & Community Manager. i'm a friggin corporate manager.
of course, when i realized how effed up my car was this morning, and then got a bunch of stressful/nonsensical work requests (have i mentioned that i was put in charge of ordering t-shirts for our company? how did that fall to me???), i briefly lived out my deep-seated fantasy of selling all my worldy possessions and moving to a womyn's pottery collective/hippie commune in venice beach or something.
but for now, i'm happy on my yuppie commune in WeHo.