Mar. 30th, 2007

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In other news....

L.A. appears to be on fire.

This message brought to you by the view outside my window and KCAL9 news.

I'm not sure quite what to think about this.

Carry on.
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My bell rings, I answer the door. It's a guy panting and trying to catch his breath from walking up the hill. He says, "Hi... *pant pant* I'm from the college. *pant pant* We're doing a study on cancer. *wheeze* We're looking for Latino women between the ages of 45 and 60. *gasp*. Does anyone *pant* like that live here?"

I pause, blinking for a moment. I look at the back of my pale white hand, grab a lock of my pale yellow hair, calculate that I am under 45 and caucasion. I shake my head. "Um... no."

He sighs dejectedly, pants some more and says, "Do you if there are any Latino women living up further on the hill?"

"Um... no idea."

He looks around me, almost desperately, as if to find the 50 year old Latino woman I must surely be hiding in the laundry room...

"Okay. Thanks."

He looks up the hill, as if he's about to cry, pulls himself together, and trudges away.

And as I write this, I hear the telltale squealing tires of yet another unfortunate soul that had to stop in the middle. Must be a clutch. They keep trying. Dammit. I was gonna go out for sushi...
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When the going's been tough, and the city's on fire... Well... The firey tough go shopping. I stopped hoarding the cash and made myself go out and be frivolous. A froofy layered dress, checkered canvas sneakers, black plastic beaded jewelry, lavender incense, a self-help book, a movie, a cd and dinner at Mako, where $5 will get you a soda, miso soup, and 16 little vegetable sushi rolls, a cheap and tasty little restaurant I found thanks to a little book S.K. sent me. Mmmmm.... And I got to pet a big fat orange cat at the bookstore. Afterward I went cruising for a gas station where the air/water thingy wasn't out of order which led me all the way into Hollywood. As I approached the glaring neon epitome of "ghetto fabulous" on the beginnings of a Friday night flipping channels on the radio, Marilyn Manson's "Beautiful People" happens at just the right moment and today....

We feel good.

Especially since the Hollywood sign didn't burn down. I really didn't want to have to deal with that. I like seeing it every morning. It's the little things that make you happy sometimes.


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