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yesterday i sat through "root canal: the sequel" and, while it didn't kill me, i must say there are about a zilliondy things i'd rather spend 90 minutes doing. the roots have been canal-ed, and i'm left with some residual jaw ache and that weird filling-getting-cozy-in-its-new-digs kind of feeling that mostly feels like i have a giant piece of popcorn or steak stuck between my teeth. me and the dentist are going to be like peanut butter and jelly for the next few months, as me and me checkbook (sans insurance) go back again and again for things like a crown! and fillings! and a cleaning! oh, joy.
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once again, and thankfully so, i am not qualified for jury duty.
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it's nice to remember every now and then how hot mark ruffalo is.
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lately i've had this really corny surge of happiness when i think about how LAist is really growing as a site, both in our readership and in our staff. i totally get those dorky warm and fuzzies when i see all the awesome posts we run every day, or when we bring people on board who are fresh and enthusiastic and totally kick-ass. i'm glad i'm a part of it, and i want to keep bringing stuff to the table.
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yesterday i ate eggs that had just come from the chicken like the day before. i'm telling you, if you ever get the chance to eat such an egg please do so. they are oh so delicious, and the yolk is so sunshiney orange-yellow and tasty and firm. they were my present in "door number two" aka the darling boy's sweatshirt pouch, and i'm glad i'm spoiled and insisted on taking the contents of "door number one" (a freshly cut rose) and the eggs. it's the little things.
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i had this weird dream last night that i was getting lost on the subways in toronto--which seems out of character for me--and found myself in a subway station that was basically in the water. a really congenial female transit employee in a motorboat came to help me--she scooped me up from where i'd wound up in a bit of peril and going in the wrong direction--and transported me to where i needed to be. she also, apparently, was kind of into me, because she said: "so, what kind of a woman is a beautiful gal like you into?" and i said: "well, actually, i'm interested in men," and she asked me if there was a lucky guy, and i said yes, there was, and i loved him very much, but that i was flattered by her comments, and the whole thing ended on an upbeat sort of note, and i got on the train i needed to.
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when i was driving to work this morning i had to reach for the pen in my glovebox and a notepad to write this down: "i don't want to dream that i am looking, but rather that i have been found." i know it will come in handy at some point.
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it's true that we get back from the universe what we put out. (no, i'm not going to go all "oprah winfrey presents: the secret" but i do find a lot of merit in the concept.) on monday i was walking around thinking: "i love my family. i love my friends--both near and far, new and old. i love the darling boy. i love where i live, and with whom i live. i love my work. i love LAist. i love all the things that i do for fun and that i'm interested in." and i really feel like all those things love(d) me back. it's hard to maintain that feeling, but it's worth it, so i'm going to give it a shot. my therapist will be so proud.
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today i busted a pair of wasps trying to put a down payment on a starter home in the upper left hand corner of my balcony. i moved the plants out of the way, then attacked with the power duo of spray n' wash and a broom handle. i managed not to get stung, and i knocked the meager beginnings of their clay palace down. fuckers. i do not want their kind on my balcony.
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tomorrow is my mom's very last day of work at the only job she's had since i came to live in los angeles in the summer of 1990. her first day there was my first day of high school. hard to believe, but after almost 17 years, she and my step dad are finally moving on up to the north side of the west coast. it's such a mix of happy-sad that it's hard for me to talk about. but the timing is finally right, for all of us, i'm sure. i'm going to do fine down here at the tail end of the left coast in la la land all by myself--well, not counting all my friends and the darling boy. it's a new chapter. but i'm still going to bawl when it comes to an end, just like i do every single time at the end of mary poppins or american beauty, or that episode of er where doctor greene dies in hawaii with his surly daughter and lovely alex kingston and their little baby. it's never easy to say goodbye.
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and now it's time for america's next top model. sweet.