Published by admin on 31 Jul 2004
With Ashlee Simpson singing her autobiography in the bg, and a grande mocha frappacino in my belly, I’m feeling like this is a nice little Saturday I got going on.
Last night instead of seeing Garden State, I went to a party with Elliot. (Mom and Dad, don’t read this part.) So here’s the thing about going to parties where you don’t know anyone. Just bring something to smoke that isn’t tobacco. (I know you’re still reading Mom and Dad, I told you not to, so for your sake, I’m saying it was cloves. Cloves make you very cool. Cloves. These are not the droids you’re looking for.) Instant friends. Listen here kiddies, don’t let anyone tell you that smoking isn’t cool. Last night that was proved to be not the case. I mean the crowd we attracted were 23 year olds, but there’s nothing wrong with cute 23 year olds, new to LA, Lacrosse camp coaches, and quite adorable. Super Big T-shirt Mag, look for it soon, I think that kid was onto something. Amazingly enough that was the first party I’ve been to in my 4+ years in LA that wasn’t film school related or an Ands invite. Thank you Elliot for bringing me along. I’m sorry I’m not younger.
I got another paycheck today, so that means this month I can actually pay rent! Yay! I can’t pay for anything else, but you know, it’s a start. I was in Virgin Megastore buying Ashlee Simpson (heh, contradiction is my middle name) and the cute boys behind the counter asked that age old question, “Did you find everything OK?” I think they expect you to say, yes, yes I did. But I am a tricky one. I said, actually, no, no I didn’t. Cute and helpful these boys were. Stereo Total is up next in the rotation, thanks to you, black t-shirt wearing, punk jewerly sporting, employees of Virgin.