89 posts tagged “friends”
Today I was responding to random reader emails and this nice girl emailed me about the dress I made a couple weeks ago.
After I replied, she wrote back with the following line. It made me smile big time:
Also, this is probs creepy/TMI, but sometimes when I am watching shitty television in my pajamas/thinking about the girls my ex-boyfriend is nailing, I look at pictures of Wagandstuff and it cheers me up, for reals.
Real cute, right?
If it's any consolation, your ex-boyfriend is probably a fucking asshole.
I can't take credit for the original notion of the "Comfortable Girl", it was something that was relayed to my by my friend Lindy and originally it came from one of her friends in New York or something, but it's an idea that's been all up in my brain lately and I'd like to put out there my thoughts on this matter.
A Comfortable Girl is basically that girl you know who is super comfortable in her skin in a way that most people you meet just aren't. We all know different kinds of Comfortable Girls, but their MO is more or less the same. They live with their boyfriend of six years in Santa Monica and have no plans of getting married, but this doesn't strike any fear in them. They are just happy being with their partner. They carry a big ass tub of tea tree balm in their purse and apply it frequently and liberally regardless of the situation they are in. In fact, their purse isn't a purse, it's a big ol' sack, and not in a Birkin sense, in a "free NPR tote" kind of way. They may have a personalized Moleskin their college roommate gave them "years ago" that they keep interesting articles about whales and dog parks in stuffed in the bag. There's probably also a Tupperware container of homemade tabbouleh in there that they will pull out and eat in line at the bank.
Comfortable Girls aren't high matenence in any sense, but they always look pretty because they have mastered the art of the stress-free glow. They can confidently accept a compliment and they are unaware of the insecurity this strikes in the other females around them. They are typically physically fit, and this could be because they are down to strike a yoga pose at any point. In fact, some of the most comfortable girls can manage to pull off a yoga outfit as actual clothing and not something you purchased to sweat into.
I'm not bashing these girls, I am in awe of them. To be able to walk through life without any visible neurosis is a skill that I will never be able to acquire. I am a 24 year old chick who uses wrinkle cream because I need it, OK? But I'm keeping it interesting with all my crazy bullshit, and the same goes for all the people I love the most and keep the closest to me. These Comfortable Girls are just spiritually in the Downward Dog position, they have no idea they are a threat to your average basketcase. Next time you're talking to one of these girls and you catch a whiff of their freshly baby shampoo-washed and air-dryed hair, think of what I just relayed to you and relax knowing that you're hip to their game.
Kendall needed headshots today for an audition tonight, so I took em for her. We can't decide which we like better:
My art show went well. Everyone was really awesome. I met an enchanting Parisian man and his model-esque wifey, If you want to buy my art, you can check out the Show Cave in Echo Park. You should buy it. I want to buy a pink Vespa. I'm not saving for a house because I don't need that much space to die alone in.
I genuinely feel like I've chosen to surround myself with some pretty special people in my day to day-- if I didn't have friends like Ed, Kendall and Slippy in my life I would probably die a broken-hearted mess.
Fuck, you guys. This town is pretty hard sometimes, ya know?
Shhiiitttt...
"Hey Dick Nuggets. I think I left my bowl in your car, so don't park in front of a police station before you come over later today unless you have secured the piece and have properly concealed it. If you're looking for a good spot to keep it, I would suggest sticking it in all that extra room you have in your nutbag. Later, Fagforce 1."
I am an awesome friend and everyone is lucky to know me.
So, I just got back to LA from a weekend in Boston. I miss it already.
I'll post pictures and maybe a video soon, but here's a couple things I want to say:
1) The Hello...Shovelhead! show this weekend was amazing. My friends are very talented and I was a part of something extremely special. There's no way that I'd be doing what I do if it wasn't for that experience and the people I shared it with.
2) My mom's store is awesome. If you live in Massachusetts, go check out her store in Needham or any of the other locations (I'm also partial to the Newbury St. one-- great designer deals.)
3) One of my all time greatest friends and my (most frequent) Shovelhead writing partner Ryan is moving out to LA soon. I'm blogging this because when I blog things, they become fact.
4) Today is my fake boyfriend Ed's birthday... I made him this to celebrate:
Sunday Secrets are my favorite weekly treat:
Sometimes I wish it was more like PostMemoir because this little piece of information is simply NOT ENOUGH. Were you and your BFF hooking up? Did you not prevent her from sleeping with a dude who totally was wart-infested? I'm DYING to know.
I love Thelma and Louise, BTW.
Kendall and I went to the coffee shop tonight and wrote two sketches for what will ultimately be one of the best sketch shows in the history of the universe.
Just sayin'.
There is a little boy in my building who knocks on my door all. day. long. He's been yelling my name outside my door for the last hour.
It started at the end of last week. He's really adorable and friendly and precocious so it breaks my heart to not let him in, but I honestly can't have a child in my apartment when I'm working during the day. Between the chain smoking, the TV-14 rated shows being watched, the great deal of attention I need to pay to what I'm doing... all of these are reasons I can't have a child under five around me during the day.
I think he stays home with his dad/mom's boyfriend during the day, which is an awful lot like my situation growing up, so it's that much harder to turn him away... but you guys. It's constant. Not to mention it upsets Wagandstuff to hear someone dancing outside our door, so my options are this: invite a little boy into my apartment or have a chihuahua barking in my ear all day. I've tried to explain to him that I work from home, I've tried to tell him he can come and hang out with me after 7 PM, I've told him I feel really bad about not letting him hang out with me... but he just wants to chill.
I don't know what to do. I guess I could say something to his mom or the landlord, but I really don't feel like it's my place.
