sábado, abril 12

aah-choo


It's wonderfully 93˚ in Los Angeles right now & my allergies are ruining my enjoyment of this beautiful day. I took a Claritin, and am waiting for it to kick in so I can take a walk around in the 'hood. In the mean time, I am shopping online with my cat Wubbe beside me for a summer sun hat, and watching "The Universe" on The History Channel as they talk about liquid methane on Titan.

Since it is so hot, I would really like to enjoy one of the ice pops I got, but I had my teeth whitened yesterday, and am not allowed any artificially colored/stainy foods until Tuesday. (Tuesday, lovely Tuesday! When I will ingest nothing but my beloved espressos.) The dental assistant put it to me like this, "Think of it as wearing a white dress. If what you're eating is going to stain the shirt, it is going to stain your teeth." She paused, though I could not respond due to my mouth being held open by a stretcher, teeth covered in harsh bleach, gums protected by a rubber appliqué, and a bright light pointed toward my mouth. So she, Bianca, continued "Your teeth will also be sensitive. For two to four days... To hot stuff, cold stuff... the air." Luckily, I'm on day 2 and the sensitivity went away (for now) and I haven't experienced it at all today.

Things I can eat: Egg drop soup, white bread, water, clam chowder, saltines, milk, lemonade (watered down), vanilla soft serve or ice cream, salad with a white dressing such as ranch or caesar - all served lukewarm or at room temperature.

viernes, abril 11

Go back...

... to those gold soundz
And keep my advent to your self
Because it’s nothing I don’t like
Is it a crisis or a boring change?
When it’s central, so essential,
It has a nice ring when you laugh
At the low life opinions
And they’re coming to the chorus now...
I keep your address to myself ’cause we need secrets
We need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now

Because I never wanna make you feel
That you’re social
Never ignorant soul
Believe in what you wanna do
And do you think that is a major flaw
When they rise up in the falling rain
And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
The trial’s over, weapon’s found
Keep my address to myself because it’s secret
Cuz it’s secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now

So drunk in the august sun
And you’re the kind of girl I like
Because you’re empty and I’m empty
And you can never quarantine the past
Did you remember in december
That I won’’t eat you when I’m gone
And if I go there, I won’t stay there
Because I’m sitting here too long
I’ve been sitting here too long
And I’ve been wasted
Advocating that word for the last word
Last words come up all you’ve got to waste


martes, abril 8

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ps) i need an espresso, pls email me some

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