4 posts tagged “shopping”
And BTW, Nordstrom, with the exception of the shoe section (best sneakers around), is a den of shit. A den.
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 went to Boston College and my whole family loves BC Hockey, but I actually got this shirt at the Salvation Army on Hoover and Pico right here in LA:
Saturdays are about coffee and Wagandstuff and improv and shopping and lunching and napping and reading and getting drunk. Saturdays are kind of the best.
Keen observational skills, McAleer.
