Mazel tov to David–can’t wait to see Behind Everyman on the big screen!
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In dating news, I recently met a man I thought may have potential to possibly be someone really special. Unfortunately, he thinks the almost 400 miles separating our zip codes is too much distance. Yeah, I’m a little disappointed.

In Jdate news, there are a couple prospects (we’ll see if any of them turn into actual dates), one of whom may be a comic. I’ve been missing my comics!
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Speaking of comics, last night I started to watch the Last Comic Standing season premier but got bored after watching only the LA auditions. What a waste of time and I didn’t even see any comics I’ve already dated. Blah.
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In case anyone else was wondering how to download pictures from your RAZR phone, I figured it out! Just get the software and a USB, and you’re good to go. You can even charge your phone using the USB. Cool, huh?
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And finally, totally unrelated to anything above, my skin is so dry (yay for Dramatically Different Moisturizing Lotion samples!) I think my face may fall off. What is the deal with this weather?

Things I suddenly find attractive and/or enjoyable:

• Little patches of grey hair on guys. When I was high school, I had a semi crush on a guy with a huge grey streak. I blame him.
• Men in business suits. Good thing I work in Century City.
• Anything Wilton.
• Sweater sets and a strand of pearls. I know!
• My pearls…with anything.
• People who make you feel something, anything, by their writing.
• Three inch heels even though they make me 6′ tall.
• T-shirts and boy shorts underwear. Or whatever they’re called.
• Arctic Monkeys. I know, I’m late to the party.
• Boys in Converse.
• Wearing my hair in a high ponytail.
• Boys who wear glasses.
• Cuisinarts. Not that I have one, but… Birthday. Coming. Up.
• The Soup Dragons. Again. This time on CD instead of tape. I feel so old.

What about you?

In bullet form, because I’m too tired to write complete paragraphs.

Friday

• En route to the waxer my sister recommended, I saw Nicole Richie being hounded by paparazzi outside Sprinkles.
• Got my eyebrows waxed for $17 and still have all of my skin.
• Freaked the waxer out by telling her my sister and I really do have the same parents. She thinks we look nothing alike.
• Had a lovely dinner with a friend.
• Spoke to a new Jdate guy on the phone and learned he’s in the process of becoming a Big Brother…so cool. Drinks on Tuesday.

Saturday

• Went to WW and am down 2.2 more pounds. Yay!
• Got my hair cut and colored. And my hands and feet done. I’m Not Really A Waitress red of course!
• Received my super secret package consisting of contraband from Ari. Have I mentioned how much she rocks?
• Cleaned out my closet. (Before and after.) Found two interesting items, including an ancient cell phone and a Soup Dragons t-shirt, amid the disaster area.
• Over late night popsicles with a friend, put two and two together and figured out a lot of stuff in my head and was reminded that the company one keeps really does say a lot about that person.
• Was convinced by my friend that I should have a painting party. I’m planning on a making a bunch of snacks and desserts and inviting my friends over to help paint my apartment. Finally. I’ve only been talking about it for years. Let me know if you want to help.

Sunday

• Slathered myself with sunscreen then drove out to the Westside to pick up my Little then trekked all the way out to Camp for the party for all the Bigs and Littles to celebrate our matches.
• Did I mention it was about 100 degrees?
• Chatted with other Bigs (including one cute, single Big Brother) and Littles, had lunch (including plenty of cotton candy and snow cones), played the carnival games, and went on a bouncy bungee thing.
• After sweating outside in the 100 degree weather for two hours, I was informed that my Little and I were chosen as one of two matches (out of almost 200 total) to be photographed and interviewed for PR materials and newspaper articles.
• Had a mini photo shoot and was told I should be receiving a call for an interview shortly. Kinda cool!
• Drove back out to the Westside to drop my Little off, then finally made it back to Hollywood, about an hour and a half later. Traffic sucked.
• After emailing with my cousin, I decided I’m going to visit him in Seattle, hopefully over Labor Day weekend. That way I can catch Bumbershoot, see my aunt and uncle, and see my cousin play live again.

Now I have to tend to adult stuff, like an empty fridge, a messy living room, and brown bananas begging to be made into chocolate chip banana bread.

Ask me what hurts me more than anything in the world, and I will tell you lying to me. I can’t stand it. I have no tolerance for it. And I despise people who do it. The only thing worse than liars are bad liars. You know the ones. They lie but don’t think you’ll ever find out. So when you confront them with an odd fact, they cover it up with another lie. Which leads to another lie. Which leads to a tangled web of lies.

Years ago, when I confronted the guy I was dating who turned out to have a fiancée, he denied being engaged. Even though I had their WeddingChannel.com page right in front of me, complete with a picture of him and his fiancée and the story detailing their courtship, he still denied it. So he continued to lie and make up stories filled with more lies, until I emailed his fiancée and he realized he could lie no more.

Recently, it was a different kind of lie, but a similar kind of hurt. What a disappointment to find out someone I thought was good and kind and claimed to have my best interests at heart, is in fact actually mean and hurtful, and looking for a way to have cake and eat it too.

The fact that I, even for a second, doubted my own self worth woke something up inside of me. While it once made me sad and angry that someone would feel the need to hide the truth from me, it now just reminds me that not everyone is secure and comfortable enough with themselves to be honest with other people.

The date was pretty uneventful, in a he got me water and doesn’t share a bed with his roommate kind of way. He asked me out again, I told him to call me. (I know, I’m a wuss.) Unfortunately, there wasn’t any chemistry. It just wasn’t there. None. Nada. Zilch. Nice guy, but not the one for me. I’m sure he’ll make someone else very happy some day.
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In other news, tomorrow night post-gym, I should be on the phone with bachelor #2, a tall, employed (employed!) TV writer originally from the east coast. I’m super excited about this one. Which of course, will only lead to disappointment. Ah, the adventures of Jdate. Don’t you wish you were Jdating too?

*Nice Guy No Chemistry

Besides the obvious no chemistry:

1. While he was at the bar getting drinks (dirty vodka martini for you, mango martini for him), a guy walks past and asks if you’re on a blind date.
2. Within five minutes of sitting down, he asks “Want to see my scar?” You say no, but he still shows it to you anyway.
3. Then he asks if you have any scars. After replying yes, he asks where it is.
4. You tell him, “It isn’t visible with clothing on,” in a very non-flirtatious manner. [ed. note: I had a lump removed from my breast about six years ago.] and he continues to ask about the scar. (Weird fascination perhaps?)
5. He says, at least five times, that he’s looking to marry a rich woman who will support him.
6. He explains he hasn’t seen his parents or brother in over three years. Because they live on the east coast and it’s an expensive flight.
7. He laughs. A lot. At his own jokes.
8. You yawn. A lot. Before 9:00.
9. During a conversation about hair color, he reaches over the table and touches your hair, then declares it soft.
10. He asks you out again. You say, “call me.”

So, no chemistry coupled with the above doesn’t really make for a second date.

I have a super busy weekend coming up. Thus far, it already includes cupcakes (making, not eating), tennis, brunch, girls’ night, book club, and more. Yay!
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Entourage. Sunday. Finally.
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Does anyone know how to stop referrer spam from displaying in Awstats results?
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Spoke to new Jdate boy on the phone last night. Conversation was just sorta eh, but I’d still like to meet him for a drink sometime. Here’s to hoping he just isn’t a phone person.
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This is the best post I’ve read in a long time.
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And finally, Things I Don’t Understand:

Women in their thirties wearing clothing they wore as kids/teenagers. Just because it’s “back in fashion” doesn’t mean you need to wear it. If you were around to wear it the first time, you’re probably too old to be wearing it again.

MySpace. I don’t get it when people say “I spent all day on MySpace.” What exactly were they doing? Don’t most people just log on to check out an ex or potential date and then log off? How do you spend more than 10 minutes on there at a time? Also, what’s up with the annoying backgrounds and songs that slow the page down so it takes forever to load? Not to mention the bubblegum pink color saturating profiles and blogs of grown women.

Public blogs with mainly password protected posts. Why bother making it a public blog if the majority of your posts are hidden behind a password?

/rant

Some of the comments in yesterday’s post cracked me up and made me realize it’s time for this question:

What fashion trend would you like to never make a comeback (or, if it’s too late for that, wish never did made a comeback)?

Busy busy busy!

Friday
Ordered three new CDs on Amazon. Did laundry. Cleaned my apartment. Spoke to a new Canadian friend (hi Sarah!) on the phone and learned Jdate isn’t any worse here than in Canada. Received a surprise phone call from Eve telling me she got the keys to her new condo, six blocks from me, and would I like to see it. Of course. Visited her soon-to-be-new-home. It is beautiful and I am so excited for her to be my neighbor! Came home and reinstalled Windows on my sister’s computer; don’t ask me what she did to it. Went to bed.

Saturday
Down one more pound (6.8 total now, yay!). Bought ingredients for Maria’s winning header image cupcakes. Had a most fabulous and lovely and delicious belated birthday brunch at Off Vine for annabel lee. Baked and frosted cupcakes. Quickly did dishes and changed for girls’ night out. Had dinner and drinks at Cha Cha Cha with Eve, AL, and Tamara. Tapas were good, service was not so good; the place was super crowded and our server had entirely too many tables. After dinner, Eve ditched us to go to a club, and AL and Tamara came over and we chatted for a bit before I sent them both home with cupcakes.

Sunday
Met up with Maria and Mike and their totally adorable son and gave them their cupcakes. They are both so nice, and it was very cool to finally meet them after reading their blog for so many years! After chatting for almost an hour at a coffee shop, I headed off to bookclub, with more cupcakes in tow. Had a blast at bookclub then came back to Hollywood to run errands. Got stuck in a ton of LA Pride traffic on my way to Goodwill to drop off an old computer and DirecTV receiver for recycling. Got stuck in more traffic en route to NCJW to drop off a clothing donation. Decided I’d had enough traffic and that I should just stay north of Santa Monica Blvd. and east of Fairfax. Went to Trader Joe’s and Bed Bath and Beyond.

Now I’m home and am going to finally relax and actually cook dinner, you know, from scratch. Yay for fun weekends and amazing friends.

I have nothing interesting to write about today so here’s a picture of pretty purple trees that you should never park under.

Not enough? Okay fine. Here’s some not-so-interesting stuff that’s going on:

• The Jdate guy that I was all excited about is supposed to call me toward the end of the week to make plans for drinks. Possible red flag: he’s only been here two months and although he signed with a major [lit] agent, he’s already bitter he doesn’t have a new gig lined up.
• I signed up for the advanced intermediate (3.5) tennis class per my pro.
• I spent $100(!) at Target tonight and didn’t have to wait in any lines. And I love the secret entrance/exit off of Formosa. Shhh.
• I thought the season premiere of Entourage was just eh.
• Yesterday I saw a 300-pound man wearing only a thong (and bra?) riding a bicycle in West Hollywood.
• The LA Film Festival is back (in Westwood this year, so random) and I can’t decide which movies I want to see.
• I have somehow managed to leave my doorwall wide open while running errands twice in two days. (This is totally unlike me to do.) Fortunately, I think only Spiderman would be capable of scaling the outside of my building.

That’s it; I warned you it wasn’t terribly exciting.

Are you going to see Subject Line Here tomorrow night? Well you should. Paul’s in it. It’s at IO (awesome little theater with bar). Proceeds go to charity. And all the cool people will be there. Right, Paul?
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My parents are coming into town this weekend for Father’s Day. And just as we’ve done in years past, we’re hitting the Concours on Rodeo classic car show then Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. Oh, the excitement.
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Threadless had their $10 t-shirt sale again. In a few days, I will be the proud owner of two more t-shirts I don’t need.
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In TV news. Yes, I watched that show How to Get the Guy. And it was interesting enough that I’ll probably watch it again. What’d you think of it?
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And in more boring news. The other night, I went to a work-related software demo. And I actually enjoyed it. God help me.

Things that caused yesterday to sucketh:

• Getting flaked on by a friend the night before a show she’s supposed to go to with you. Flakey people suck.
• Finding out you did something painful to your Achilles tendon playing tennis. Growing up sucks.
• Two weeks and four phone calls to your building manager later, you still don’t have hot water in your kitchen. Not having hot water and incompetent building managers suck.
• Learning the plumber has a set of keys to your apartment. Plumbers with keys to your apartment suck.
• While checking the status of your CDs on Amazon, you are “recommended” The Dictionary of Failed Relationships: 26 Tales of Love Gone Wrong. Amazon’s recommendations suck.

But…It’s Friday. And I’m going to the show with a different friend. And my parents are coming into town tomorrow. And it’s gonna be a beautiful and fun-filled weekend. Weekends don’t suck.

Top 10 reasons my dad rocks:

1. He can fix anything. With duct tape.
2. He always stocks the refrigerator with Diet Coke before I come into town.
3. When I was a kid, he taught me how to do percentages and averages for my math class using batting averages and ERAs of the Detroit Tigers.
4. He has this really funny silent laugh that my sister and I always tease him about, and he never gets mad at us for making fun of him.
5. He put himself through undergraduate then optometry school; our family reaps the benefits of his hard work.
6. He encouraged me to trade baseball cards with the boys in the neighborhood and didn’t get upset when they won my Mark McGwire rookie card and I ended up with ten Jack Morris cards.
7. He pushed me to prove that yes, girls can hit a baseball further, swim faster, and make a better balsa wood bridge than boys.
8. He would patiently wait for me to try on batting gloves in the hopes that maybe by chance, the boys’ small size would fit my hand. And when it wouldn’t, he would cut the fingers off so it would fit properly.
9. When we lived in Michigan, every year he’d wake me up early so we could be the first people at the Franklin Cider Mill on opening day.
10. He called Kirk Gibson a few choice names when he refused to give me his autograph.

Happy Father’s Day dad, I love you!

Friday
Saw Subject Line Here at IO. In case you aren’t familiar with the new show, it was organized by Shane Nickerson and consisted of eight bloggers on stage reading their own posts. It it was really funny, and I hope Shane decides to make it an ongoing thing. Also while there, I got the chance to catch up with Melanie, Amandarin, and Paul’s wife Jen. And I said a quick hello to Neil on my way out.

Performers included: Paul Davidson, AJ Gentile, Carly Milne, Shane Nickerson, Annie Sertich, Jessica Mae Stover, Colleen Wainwright, and Wil Wheaton.

Saturday
Attempted, unsuccessfully, to sleep in. Found out my friend Jen (hi Jen!) was offered a job as an LA County D.A., how cool is that? I am so happy for her and it’s perfect timing given Law & Order is on summer hiatus. After catching up on emails and stuff, I baked cupcakes for my dad for Father’s Day. Aren’t they cute? But the best part of the day was when I went to do the dishes–and had hot water! Hot water! After that amazing disovery, I cleaned up my apartment, did laundry and waited for my parents and my sister and her boyfriend to come over.

My parents ended up bringing the dog, which meant we had to eat at dog-friendly restuarants (i.e. restaurants with sidewalk seating, which Santa Monica has little to none of, hence everyone coming to my place). We decided to eat at Toast (yes, they are now open for dinner until 11:00 p.m., cool, huh?). We had amazing service and of course, delicious food. Now, for those of you who have never experienced dinner with my family, this is pretty typical:

Dad (to the server): What’s your name? [ed. note: My dad always asks this, not sure why, but we've all come to expect it, so whatever.]
Server: Jason.

Mom (to me): He’s a M.O.T.
Me: Okay, shhh.

Mom (to Jason): Are you an M.O.T.?
Me (to no one in particular): Oy. Here we go.
Jason: M.O.T.? What is that?
Mom: M.O.T.! Member of the Tribe!
Jason: Oh! Yes, I am! But I’ve never heard it abbreviated like that before.
Me (in my head): Please don’t ask if he’s single. Please don’t ask if he’s single. Please don’t ask if he’s single.

Well, mom didn’t ask if he’s single, but dad did ask…

Dad: So are you an actor?
Jason: Nooo, not an actor.
Mom: Pshw. He’s just a kid. He’s probably putting himself through school.
Me and my sister: Yeah, that’s it mom. He’s working at Toast to pay for college.

Following dinner we all went back to my apartment…

As soon as we got in the elevator, my sister said, Hey, remember that time we all got stuck in the elevator? And so, as tradition would have it, my family, my sister’s boyfriend, and the dog were all stuck in a hot elevator. Over Father’s Day weekend. Again. I called my building manager (who was not home) and my neighbor (who was also not home) while my mom was freaking out (fuck! get me out of here! do something!) and my sister, dad, and I were cracking up because a) the whole thing was so absurb; b) my sister jinxed us by asking if we remembered getting stuck before; and c) my mom’s flipping out was really amusing at the time. Fortunately, the doors opened after a few more fuck! do something!s, and we lived to tell about another Father’s Day weekend elevator stuckage. And then we walked up the stairs and had dessert.

Sunday
My sister and her boyfriend came over and brought bagels and lox for breakfast, which we all ate at my kitchen table. I honestly can’t remember the last time that table was used for something other than collecting mail. But anyway. After filling our tummies, we headed to Beverly Hills (as we do every year) for the Concours on Rodeo classic car show. They seem to have changed it this year, and I think my dad may finally have gotten bored of it, which means we may not have to go next year for the fourth time in a row. Woo hoo!

Halfway through the show, we stopped for gelato/sorbet at a cute little place on Little Santa Monica. We quickly made our way through the remaining cars and walked around Beverly Drive for a bit, stopping at Nate and Al’s for pickles for my parents to take back to San Diego. We ended up with pickles, corned beef, rye bread, deli cookies, rugelah, kugel, and more stuff that I can’t remember, but is all on its way down to San Diego.

Hot, tired, and hungry (I know it seems like we just ate, but a lot of time has elapsed), we headed back to my apartment to drop off the food and the dog, and hit Roscoe’s for dinner. While I’m not a fan of fried chicken, everyone else gave it rave reviews. And the waffles, biscuits, and macaroni and cheese are so good. [ed. note: I should point out that my dad saw Roscoe's on the Food Network years ago and had always wanted to try it. And my mom, sister, and I always said no way. Then he got smart and realized if it's Father's Day, we can't say no, and so, our tradition began. And we all sort of secretly like it. Shhh.] When we got back to my apartment, we quickly learned that the dog didn’t like our plan as much as we did. In a show of defiance, he got into the deli cookies so we were greated with crumbs and torn plastic when we walked in. I guess putting Animal Planet on for him while we were gone wasn’t enough. And oh, I am serious. DirecTV channel 282.

It was a fun weekend and I’m so glad my parents came up for it. Happy Father’s Day dad! I love you.

More pictures here. Most are viewable by Friends and Family only, so email me if you want access.

Some of my favorite things about living in Hollywood:

• Seeing Dennis Woodruff’s car on Sunset, Angelyne dressed in all pink shopping at the market, and Larry David at the Arclight. Regularly.
• Delivery. Of everything. Thai, Indian, Ethiopian, sushi, a pack of gum, laundry, whatever.
• The fact that old Russian people, gay people, straight people, Hipsters, industry people, 9-5ers and people with green hair and 50 piercings can all be sitting next to each other at a restaurant.
• A laundromat with PacMan.
• Cheebo, The Well, the patio at Cat & Fiddle, and the Hollywood Farmer’s Market.
• Three Trader Joe’s within two miles of each other.
• Close proximity to the Eastside, Westside, and the Valley.
• UCB, Largo (I know, technically not Hollywood), and all the other little theaters/venues for comedy and live music.

That’s it for now. Feel free to add some of your own.

Today is my parents’ thirty-seventh wedding anniversary! Happy anniversary mom and dad, I hope you have a wonderful day!

And in more marriage related news, a big mazel tov to Annabel Lee Marnie on her engagement to Nathan!
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What’s the deal with the lame guy singing (yes singing) the traffic on STAR 98.7?
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I went to bed with a really bad migraine and woke up with my head still pounding. I’m going to try to sleep it off.
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I was the only one signed up for my new tennis class so I ended up with a private lesson. Oh. My. God. What a workout. I’m hoping more people sign up, because if there aren’t at least three more, the class will be canceled.

And I find it totally funny that my coach not only coached Jimmy Conners, but has an IMDB profile with major producer credits too. Only in LA.
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Next month I’m having a Girls’ Night In–I stole the idea from my friend Ann-Marie who had one a couple months ago, and it was a lot of fun! Now if I can just figure out how to fit almost 20 people in my apartment we should be okay.
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On to Entourage. I think Jerebo hit the nail on the head when he said that the problem with this season is that we don’t hate Ari anymore. And what’s up with the whole thing with his wife–why is she in it so much now?
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Tonight, a few friends and I are going to see The Other Network (un-aired TV pilots) at the Skirball. I’m looking forward to it! Migraine, go away.
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Jdate this weekend. Think good thoughts.
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Does anyone work for NBC or have an in at The Tonight Show? A band I like is performing next week and I’d love to go to the taping. Email me if you can help out, it would be much appreciated!

You know those days you just feel off? Like your body and your mind aren’t communicating well, and you just know something’s about to explode?

Well, it just did.

I recently received a response to a very old what’s new email from The Ex. In it, he said he had something to tell me but wanted to talk to me over the phone or in person, rather than online. When I asked why, this landed in my inbox:

You know that I am getting married in 4 months right?

Um, no I didn’t. But I do now.

My frog is finally someone else’s lobster. I’m happy for him, but sad for me. And the phone call made me cry. A lot.

Have I mentioned that Julie, Eve, and Marnie are all out of town this weekend and I’m having a minor freak-out right now?

This weekend I:

• Found out my first love is getting married in four months.
• Caught up over dinner and saw Click (dumb movie) with a friend.
• Saw fireworks in the sky following the movie in Century City. Anyone know where they were?
• Cried and felt sorry for myself, a lot.
• Got a really good night’s sleep, consequently missing WW, but I think sleep was more important at that time.
• Walked, yes, walked, to Marissa’s apartment.
• Went with Marissa to the Jewish Identity Project and Rwanda exhibits at the Skirball Center. For those who haven’t been, the Skirball has wonderful exhibits, comedy, films, and lectures that are definitely worth checking out.
• After the Skirball, swung by Diddy Riese for $1.25 (yep, they raised the price) ice cream sandwiches.
• Saw Allison Janney while eating our ice cream sandwiches.
• Did laundry.
• Postponed my Jdate to Thursday.
• Tried unsuccessfully to throw away the contents of old memory boxes filled with The Ex related stuff–old cards, photos, and notes we wrote each other in class (we went to college together). Over the years, I’ve been able to throw away everything from my other exes, but not him. I know I will eventually.
• Decided there will be no more tears.
• Watched two old Law & Order eps.
• Went to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market, Bed Bath & Beyond, and Target.
• Bought the new Jane Green book. Chick lit at its best.
• Made homemade marshmallows. They have to sit overnight, so stay tuned for the results.

Now it’s time to relax.

And yes, I’m really up that early. God help me.

Over the past several days, I have received some very caring emails and comments, many from regular readers and commenters, but also many from readers I’ve had for a while, but who had yet to comment until my oh my god, The Ex is getting married spaztastic post.

Thank you to everyone for your kind words and thoughts, they really do mean a lot to me. And yes, I am feeling a lot better and like to think that a very long and drawn out chapter of my life has now closed. And as the song goes, every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. I’m looking forward to seeing what happens next.

So, back to the original intent of my post. You guys know so much about me, but I don’t know much about you. So tell me something. Where are you from? Are you married? Single? What do you do–for fun or for work? How did you make your way to my blog? Anything.

Now, who wants to begin? Don’t be shy.

Idea stolen from Kristin. Because she rocks. And if you don’t read her blog, you really should.

Did anyone else read this article (LA Times reg. req’d) about the “heterosexualization” of West Hollywood? Quite interesting.
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I made the homemade marshmallows. So. Incredibly. Good.
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Tonight is my rescheduled Jdate. Did I mention Eve had a date with him a few months back? NGNC.

In other dating news, I have decided I will marry Josh Radnor. So if you know him, feel free to let him know.
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Entourage – Good? Bad? Better? Eh. I still don’t get the whole thing with Ari’s wife and Dom just bugs. TVgasm has a hysterical recap, check it out.
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Guster’s going to be on Morning Becomes Eclectic on KCRW tomorrow morning. Yay for live Internet feeds. They’re also taping a show for Day to Day on NPR tomorrow afternoon.
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I finally joined the rest of the world and became a Netflix member. Okay, month-long trial member, but still.
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Last night, during a fabulous monthly girls’ night with Ann-Marie, Jen, and Marisa, a July sleepover followed by brunch and a trip to the batting cages was planned. And not only are they all ditching their husbands (on a weekend no less!), they volunteered them to help me fix stuff in my apartment. In exchange for cupcakes of course. Do they rock or what?
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And finally, if you haven’t already done so, please tell me about yourself.

Spent an hour and forty-five minutes talking at a coffeehouse/pizza place (I know, weird combo). He is nice, cute, a writer, a musician, and a gentleman. Younger than me. Taller than me. Unemployed at the moment, but not because he’s a writer/actor/comic. Paid the bill while I was in the restroom. Asked me out for a second date (dinner) while still seated at the table; I accepted. He said he’d call to make plans. Walked me to my car. Hugged goodnight.

He’s cool. Wasn’t love at first sight or anything, but I would like to get to know him more and am looking forward to our dinner date. Yay for good, normal dates.