Girl Scout Cookies

Dear Thin Mints:

It's been years since you and I were last together. I miss the way you smell; I yearn to feel the cool, breezy appeal of your sweetness on my lips. I also love the way you used to get me things. Remember? You helped me realize my potential as a young Brownie when I was one of the top sellers of Girl Scout Cookies in my school. Oh, dearest...you were the wind beneath my wings.

Damn, boo. I wish I knew how to quit you.

Griffith Park

It's official: I am CONVINCED that all those cars parked in Griffith Park during the day time are closet gay house husbands looking for some down-low lovin'. Why else would a bunch of random gentlemen being sitting in cars on the north side of the park where NOTHING is going on at 1 in the afternoon?

Don't tell me they're nature buffs, either. The only nature I've ever seen over there are the coyotes that run down from the mountains and torment the bike riders.

That part's actually pretty funny now that I think about it.

Literary Pursuits

I'm still working on another book. I don't know why I feel so compelled to be as honest as I am in this book, but it's just happening that way.

If people really knew what went on in my head, they'd run screaming. LOL! That's not true. I think they'd give me a hug and be a lot nicer to me and to each other, though.

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll want to release it as a self-help book. I think people can learn from each others secrets and sadnesses.

Who am I kidding? Most people will probably just trash it or talk badly about me behind my back. Such is life...

Things I've Learned

So apparently, mothballs are a humane way to keep lizards and crawly bugs out of your house. So if you walk past my bungalow and it smells like your grandma, now you know why.

July 4, 2006

Jon Rolston. Echo Park. Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins.

That's what I was doing 4 years ago today.

I had a crush on Jon and was totally stalking him when he worked at Little Joy and I parked my car in Echo Park and listened to "Born Secular". Just as the music gets all big and pretty, the fireworks started and all the hipsters came out of their houses and watched from the streets.

And I cried. Because Jon thought I was a loser.