7 posts tagged “childhood”
I forgot until a moment ago that my biggest crush throughout high school was Travis Barker from Blink 182, The Aquabats, Transplants, Boxcar Racer, et c...
I was really disappointed when that Meet The Barkers show came out when I was in college. It was like watching my boyfriend cheat on me.
OK, that's all I will probably ever mention about this.
1) Wagandstuff and I spent the morning getting him ready to fly to Boston next week with me. He got a shitload of shots, had his feces tested (seriously? they shoved a small syringe in my dog's ass. I would have brought some in had I known they needed it. Jesus.), had his nails trimmed, got puppy Valiums for the flight and a pet bag that fits under an airplane seat. Since I was already spending my life savings in one afternoon, I decided to get him a new harness, too. I'll post a picture later.
2) If you haven't done your taxes already and you're like me (completely fiscally irresponsible (see above) (triple parentheses!)), I really suggest going to H&R Block. They hooked my shit up so hardcore it was retarded.* Do you understand that I am a freelancer getting a return? I barely understand it honestly, so if you figure out how the fuck they managed that, please do let me know. For real: If you live in Los Angeles and you need to do your taxes (especially if you think you are eligible for a refund), go see my newest homegirl Carmen down at the H&R Block on 5th and Western. She will Change U 4Eva.
3) Kendall and I made this video of us reading a book of short stories I wrote when I was in 2nd grade. I'm thinking of transcribing the book I wrote in third grade for the net because it truly is like, SO next level compared to this talking chair business. It's a suspense/thriller starring a man named Phil Science, Expert Detective! OK. That's all I'm giving away... I think I will transcribe it soon. Here's the video:
4) One last thing about Wagandstuff. Wagandstuff has a little fanbase. Today at The Coffee Bean on Larchmont a man and his daughter started talking to me about my dog, and he asked me what his name was. When I told him, he said "WAGANDSTUFF! I KNOW YOU! We met you at Amoeba, remember? Yeah, we loved that name. We were going to steal it and hope we never saw you again." It was very, very cute and I remembered that the little girl had pinned back Wags' ears in the middle of the record store and was squealing "OH MY GOD! HE'S SO CUTE LIKE THIS! DAD! ISN'T HE SO CUTE LIKE THIS!?" and I was laughing because I often do that myself and think the same thing, minus the "DAD" part, because that would be weird. (When are one of you guys going to tell me what a run-on sentence is???) Nearly every email I get mentions Wagandstuff, first and foremost. His star power is evident and I know I've been saying it since day uno, but his attitude has got to change if he ever wants to be a model. No one wants to work with a diva who's just starting out. I tell him that. I tell him that every day.
*best/worst sentence I've ever written
I was just talking with The Molly At Defamer Who's Not Me and she reminded me about childhood pen pals. I had two. Here is what I remember:
1) The first one was in second grade and my pen pal was a second grade boy at some European school. I don't remember what country, but I maybe like... Italy or something. So ANYWAY, we got our letters from them in class and my teacher had us open them and read them with a partner or whatever and then share with the class what we thought about the letter. When it was my turn, I told the class that my letter smelled like pee. The teacher was really mad.
2) The second pen pal I had I was set up with via a Christian magazine that my mother's ex-fiance's crazy mother signed me up for when I was 14. I hated the magazine and would only flip though it to show my friends how lame it was. Anyway, her name was Melissa and pen palling was her favorite thing to do, so I kind of got really into it at that time because I realized that the better pen pal I was, the more likely it was that she would mail me cool stickers and shit. I was just one of many to her, I knew that there was never going to be much of a bond past our similar taste in music and hunks. One day she got grounded, and that included pen palling and we never wrote each other again.
Cool stories.
When I was a little girl I had a Squeeze tape. I used to listen to it all the time and I especially liked "Pulling Muscles From The Shell" and "Black Coffee In Bed". About two years ago I got a Squeeze Live CD at the Salvation Army and this became my favorite track of theirs:
Fun Fact: My step dad LOVES Squeeze and the boat he had when he married my mom was called "Tempted".
Depending on where "former gang member" falls on your cool scale, I am arguably the coolest person in my building. This is a hollow victory for me, much like the summer I was the coolest girl in the summer class my mom enrolled me in for kids with dyslexia.
I just found out that my best childhood girlfriend is living in the Ukraine and working with the Peace Corps.
I woke up at 9:15 today hungover and still in my clothes from the night before. I walked to the other side of my room and mashed up clips from last night's debate. A couple hours later I decided to change into sweatpants.
Lesson learned: We all have our calling.
