Hey mom, can I borrow your car?
movements
Monday morning when my car wouldn’t start I called around until I found someone (Nestor) to help. We went to Autozone and I purchased jumper cables (as every single person I know “had some, but I gave them to my brother/sister/dad/mother last week/yesterday/last night/a couple days ago”). I also purchased the battery terminal cleaner fluid […]
instead of vroom vroom vroom…click click click
The saga continues… When I tried to start my car to go to work today – the clicking began anew…
only in Los Angeles
Tom Cruise is scared of swords apparently…
wiz-bang
Last night I went with another pizza lover (and generous driver) to a place in Chatsworth called “LA Best Pizza.” The walls had the usual framed photos of the owner with celebs. Although – most of the celebs I couldn’t recognize. The tables had receipts from Hollywood agencies who had ordered the pizza in bulk […]
clickity click click
PS – Los Angeles is also full of flakes. The guy that was supposed to check out my car is no exception. Another one is lined up for 9am on Sunday… I’m supposed to go hiking in Hollywood tomorrow afternoon….
target markets
uhhhh… really? woody and spicy? If it looks like piss… smells like piss… must be…
click click click click click click
This is the only sound my car makes when I try to start it. I tried jumping it- no luck. Luckily I live in one of the largest cities in the world – what that means is I just have to go to craigslist to find someone local who runs around and fixes problems like […]
phew!
Over the last week I’ve been diligently working away to downsize my mp3 collection. Over the years I’ve managed to collect multiple files of the same songs, entire albums I don’t really listen to or want (i.e. – where the HELL did I get that horrible hoobastank “the reason” song? I HATE that song!). I […]
Literacy
I read this article about Americans failing a test on their own history. Of course I had to try it. Of course I didn’t fail. …but a 70% is failing (and troubling) to me. see how you’d do…