Foodie, Bulges, Plush, and Sitcom.
1. I find it humorous that I somehow manage to be a bit of a foodie and to enjoy some incredible meals and yet yesterday, I found myself banging two frozen waffles together over the sink wondering if too much ice had formed on them to get them crispy. And then I burned them in the toaster oven. Foodie FAIL.
2. I noticed a bulge in the bathroom ceiling yesterday. I quickly figured out that the air conditioner’s condensation drain was clogged (the AC is above the bathroom) and that the kill switch to prevent the pan overflow had obviously failed. But for a moment, as I stared at the bulge, I hoped that it would beat and pulse and indicate the presence of a evil spirit or poltergeist in the hopes that I could avoid calling AC repair and just opt for a priest or crazy little old lady to tell me that ‘this house is clean.’
3. Last night I saw Plush and she is just as great as ever. She’s a peach, that one.
4. My friend (new nickname: Sitcom) had a bit of a wild night at a bar a while back. It began with a bit of a slap-fight that turned into kissing that then ended with a night of passion, as they say. So life continued on after that evening and then Sitcom finds out that this person she’d had this fight/night with? Yeah, he won an Oscar. Sitcom calls up her friend to tell said friend about this bit of news but before she begins her story, Sitcom’s friend excitedly tells her story…that she (friend) just slept with a guy who designed a Target circular and wasn’t that terribly exciting?! Sitcom’s friend was so excited to have actually slept with the guy who decides if the video games belong in electronics or toys. And Sitcom then had to tell her that her wild fling was with an Oscar winner. Talk about raining on someone’s parade.
This made me think that I need a more exciting job.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
July 29th, 2008 at 10:14 am
Um, I got wasted and was wearing some seriously high heels and fell on a couple’s table at a bar where Bridget Fonda and Eric Stoltz were at, does that count?
Nah, doesn’t even come close.
*sigh
July 29th, 2008 at 10:18 am
Pajama momma - Hey, if that’s your claim to fame, I say you own it.
July 29th, 2008 at 5:43 pm
Hey you.
I saw “banging two waffles …” and thought I was about to get a treat read in pastry porn.
July 29th, 2008 at 6:54 pm
That’s right! Banging waffles is eerily reminiscent of a scene out of American Pie.
Oh wait! Wait! I remember this one other time, when I lived in Huntington Beach (also where the bar indicent happened) and these guys pull up in their limo to pick up my friend and take him to party.
Course they didn’t care one whit about me because I’m not a pro snowboarder, nor was I what we call a “pro-ho” but I didn’t care much for them either because they’re not my style. They were the guys in “Poison”
I’d rather own my lame, drunken, klutzyness in a bar.
July 29th, 2008 at 6:57 pm
Begijn - So disappointing. I meant literal waffles. I didn’t even know about pastry porn!
July 29th, 2008 at 7:10 pm
If you are hungry enough, there is no such thing as too much freezer burn.
July 29th, 2008 at 11:15 pm
Rewind to a little over 10 years ago: I once was at a friend’s house who had invited another friend over, and that friend showed up with these strange drawings down the back of her legs. Kind of like leg bones. When pressed, the friend said that the person who drew them on her was Danny Elfman (when Oingo Boingo was still together, and he wasn’t the king of the movie soundtracks…heh). The night before, she’d met him at a bar, they got to talking, and they spent the night together - during which he painted a spine and bones down her entire backside. Danny Elfman was kind of too old for me back then, but I would have given my left boob to have been painted on by him. Heh.
July 30th, 2008 at 7:22 am
Now that is a cool star story. I loves me some Oingo Boingo.
July 31st, 2008 at 9:07 am
1. I love pop-tarts. Seriously. I am a bit of a foodie myself but I loves me some pop-tarts.
2. We had a bulge in our dryer duct which consisted of about 10 pounds of wet dog hair. Big EWWWWW
3. I hope we get to meet Plush next week!
4. Ok spill- who was the Oscar winner?! I second the “love me some Danny Elfman.” Now I’m off to listen to Oingo Boingo!
August 2nd, 2008 at 1:33 pm
1. I’m sure that pop tarts and eggo waffles are classy enough for a foodie if you add some whipped cream to the top, right? Come on… give me this one at least.
2. At least nothing was living up there. We had a bulge in our dryer hose, and the dryer wasn’t working. Stuck my hand in there and found a bird, a next, and six eggs. I was not happy…neither was the damn bird. I think we gave each other a heart attack.
4. My life is so dull… never slept with anyone famous. My claim to fame was being an extra in the movie E.T. when I was a kid. Not very exciting I admit. I’m feeling so emo now….
August 4th, 2008 at 8:14 am
heh heh…puts “leggo my eggo” in a whole new light….
August 22nd, 2008 at 4:03 pm
#1 is killing me. i do this more often than i’d like to admit.
i just read about your blog on the chicagoist and man, you are seriously one of the funniest people i’ve run into in a loooong time. you’ve made my friday! so thanks!
August 22nd, 2008 at 4:52 pm
clj - Thank you! That’s a great compliment; I appreciate it.
I hope you stick around and comment more!
-R.