A million and one little pieces

Dear Tivo,

I miss you. I miss you very much. I had to see who got kicked off ANTM on the freakin news just now. Damn. Kyle was one of my top picks. I've always liked girls with boys names, but only if they are pretty and tall and skinny. It's a good thing I am unemployed because I would have totally missed the James Frey episode of Oprah today. But really, like I always say, the book was better. Come one - a tattoo of HOLD ON? It's only a matter of time before the rubber bracelet comes out. My guess is that it's black. You know a little punk rock and anti-establishment - can't see tough Jimmy wearing pastel. There was that touching moment at the end when J. talks about how he'd rather have a million more root canals sans drugs than have his heart broken. Physical pain fades quickly but a broken heart is much harder to mend - if ever. sniffle. I'm holding on man.

Don't get mad, you will always be my one and only but I've recently begun a little fling with HBO on Demand. Not too shabby and it is always there whenever I need it. No, of course it's not as good as you but you know I've never been good at long distance relationships.

love,
m

A first for everything

Four years in LA and never once did any of the following occur
1. Left both my credit card and photo ID at a bar
2. Shared a cab with a person I'd only met that evening
3. Had a contact fall out of my eye
4. Won the lottery

Four days in NYC and 1 double vodka soda

Done and done

Sometimes things are really funny and you don't know why. And sometimes you do. Jack on the rocks - 3.5. I think - i lost count after someone told me I was hardcore but hey it's Friday and many many things are the same on both sides of the pond

Rose colored glasses

Unemployed day 19
The time really has flown by - I don't know if I can say so much for Charlie. He hasn't recieved the warmest welcome here in the big apple and I hope it's just because he's still wearing his gucci sunglasses and talking on his cell phone in the taxi. We did have a breakthrough moment today on the sidewalk with another mini-man named oscar. No insane, exorcism-esque outbursts from charlie - it was a very proud moment. It was lovely here today - LA weather - and I wandered the streets of soho thinking that these places and these corners will soon look very diffrerent to me. Have you ever noticed how something fundamentally changes in your mind the moment it stops being strange and unknown? I can't decide if that's good or bad. I had to buy some walking shoes today. Not sneakers, but definitely shoes I could walk in further than from the parking space to the elevator to my desk. The guy at the shoe store just got back from California and asked me if I was some kind of crazy for moving to New York just in time for winter. 1 glass of wine, 1 old fashioned, 1 overpriced pair of wedge heels.

East of the Sun West of the Moon

Unemployed Day 18
Happy birthday to my baby brother.
I almost missed my flight this morning on the Canard Blue because I had to stop for one last EBL at the Coffee Bean. That sounds so dramatic, but after a weekend of pseudo-goodbyes, I'm feeling very prone to large sweeps of nostalgia. As I sit here watching the Carson Daly show for the first time, it occurs to me that I just don't know how I could possibly break up with LA afterall. Ideally I'd like to have my cake and eat it too - so I might just make it my duty to get a CBTL and Calif. Chicken Cafe out to here. Or I might just stick with plan b. and buy lottery tickets everyday and hope for the jackpot.
My friend allicat is taking my garbage out for me while I'm away and I have to say, I've always thought that that is one of the truest demonstrations of friendship. Thank you.

Is it Monday?

Tomorrow I'm off to the city that never sleeps to trade in my pillow-top sleigh bed for an air mattress in the corner (I'm supposed to say nook) of a kitchen/living room/dining room. It's quite roomy actually and I can't wait.
I know I promised a drink tally and honestly I'd rather tell you my pop's because it's much more impressive. Tonight alone he's finished off a bottle of cachaca (Oi! Brasil!), 2 bottles of vodka (Oh don't be alarmed, both were kinda empty to begin with), 2 tumblers (yes I said tumblers) of whisky and a couple glasses of wine. Actually I could be wrong, I think he was just drinking the vodka out of a wine glass. This evening's send off festivities included a strict grey sweats only requirement (bonus points for slippers, double bonus points for blue terrycloth ones) and literary suggestions over chinese take-out (yes, there was inexplicably also sushi invloved). It was loverly and I really will miss the fine ladies who would be my first round pro picks if drinking were a spectator sport.
T, K & J - I'm coming back for the rest of my present. I can't believe you took it home with you.

I hate it when things sneak up on you like that

Unemployed day 16
Dad's come to town for the last few days in LALA before the nomad lifestyle officially begins which meant that I was not able to continue with the lounge-in-my-pj's-till-3:00 pm schedule. This left much less time to spend in front of the computer surfing eBay and composing goals for the day. The drink tally continues of course and I will give a full count tomorrow.
I watched football yesterday. An interesting pastime I must say but I was actually into it and even rooted for *gasp* USC! I like winners, don't care where they're from.
Having Dad around is nice - even if only for good dinners, explaining the significance of Notre Dame in green, differentiating between Manhattans and Old Fashioneds, and letting you know that it is not Winnie the Pooh that you are after it's Peter Pan.

It's lucky for some.

Unemployed day 13
It's still a hangover without the job. I have to say the endorphins really work wonders but there is only so much a natural high can do ya for. A special thanks to my best pal, T and the Aussie with the schooner for a very special evening.

Eyes Wide Shut

Unemployed day 12
Wide awake today at 7:30 am. Why. why.
I can only guess that the better half of myself makes elaborate plans and schedules for the day to come to make up for the lazy ass I was yesterday. However, I did get dressed before 3, left the house twice and spoke to humans - and as far as goals go, I don't think that's half bad. I also don't think I should discount the long over-intellectualizing IM conversations I am having with all of my friends who are at work and are talking to me because they have to be in front of a computer. And, I figured out how to look at you on Friendster.

Ready Made

Unemployed day 11
Today I would like to:
Get dressed before 3:30 pm
Leave the house before 5:00 pm
Speak to someone other than my dog
Drink only one alcoholic beverage
Figure my shit out - Mum said I should get this done before I go to NY.
At the moment, I am still in my jamms.

Goodbye to all that

Unemployed day 10
Funny how when you can do whatever you want, you find yourself doing the exact same thing you used to, except now you aren't getting paid for wasting someone else's time. Following in true family tradition, drinking has become my default activity.
Alcoholic beverage count for the weekend: 4 dirty martinis, 3 vodka sodas, 2 bottles of wine, 2 pints of beer, 1 glass of dessert wine.
The minor details slowly return (cringe) and here's hoping it wasn't as bad as it probably was.

Popped my cherry

So this is what everyone was talking about. Don't know if I like it yet. Kinda itchy.. squeezes my pinky toe.