Population of the city during the day (left) and night (right)

To get the fuck out of New York.

I went to North Carolina to see Keri’s brother get married last week.  It was just about as far from the West Side of Los Angeles you can get, and a great deal further than I am totally comfortable being.  I don’t even like going to the second furthest convenience store down the block from my house. Read the rest of this entry »

Yeah, girl.  This is a Danger Cake.  It’s shaped like a bomb and filled with chicken wings and tater tots.  Go fuck yourself.   Read the rest of this entry »

It rained all weekend. This city fucking shuts down when it rains.  And I love it.  I love the shutting down part, but I especially love the rain.  Read the rest of this entry »

It’s pretty arrogant to be apartment and/or job hunting in the current economic climate. 

Me and my friends are, like, super arrogant.  Read the rest of this entry »

1. Join a gym. Yeah yeah, so the monthly fee might be brutal — but those endorphins’ll alleviate the blow of being laid off and the stigma of being “unemployed.” And also, you’ll be able to stop those obnoxious biweekly drug store runs; just stuff some plastic bottles in your gym bag and save some of the gym’s shampoo, soap, etc. for later. If times are really tough, smuggle some TP too. The added bonus? The health club is a great place to meet that sweaty iBanking hottie who can fund your lavish [unemployed] lifestyle.

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Oh hai!  So, I went to visit Keriann “Little Boots” Boone in Japan for 9 days.  That’s why I haven’t been blogging my damn face off like our East Coast Correspondent.  But, seeing as how the name of our blog doesn’t necessitate the coast of inquiry being on the continental United States, I think I’ll write about the other side of the Pacific Rim of Fire. 

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The urgency of the moment once more prohibits me from waiting for bjfriend.

I heard some monumental news today.

Again, for those of you who follow me in real life (my, uh, friends), you’re aware of my obsession with Doctor Sanjay Gupta - the ubiquitous, brainy neurosurgeon that CNN calls upon for input regarding every medical news story. Ways to fight the common cold? He’s there. Brain surgery techniques? He’s informed. Obesity in America? He’s ready with input. The nutritional value of yams? PAGING DOCTOR GUPTA!

I bet you’re thinking, “That’s a little strange. If I were a doctor, there’s no way I could know this much about everything. Even if I were a summa cum laude med school braniac, I wouldn’t be able to speak eloquently about every medical topic that crosses the CNN news desk!” Well, friend, you’re no Dr. Sanjay Gupta.

So imagine my surprise and unequovical GLEE when my coworkers informed me that S.J. is going to be the next Surgeon General under the Obama Administration.

EEEEEE!!!!! Um … PAGING SURGEON GENERAL GUPTA!

Ordinarily I wouldn’t write three posts in a row. But my eighth (cyber-)sense tells me that our readers are getting restless for a post, and since bjfriend is in Nippon right now visiting a friend … which cut down his Christmas time with me … *sniff *sniff … No, those aren’t tears. They’re just a manly consequence of the tablespoon of wasabi I ate in his honor. HUZZAH.

ANY-way. Since the economy is getting the best of me and you and everyone we know, I’m scouring the job boards. But everything looks dull. Why is no one seeking a part-time, freelance, location-based SUPERHERO?

Um, LOOK what I stumbled upon on MY MOST FAVORITEST SITE EVER:

It makes me want to:
a) Throw a celebration for my famous bloggernaut companion.
b) Thank the baby Jesus that I know/share a blog with a celebtastic rising star.
c) Grow a moustache.

Answer? All of the above.