It’s hard out here for a hippie.

I’m having the hardest time being a hippie lately. I had no problems last year– never brushed my hair or wore makeup, carried my life in a sack, lived wherever I felt like it. Life couldn’t have been better. But now I’m in Los Angeles. Chihuahuas wear designer clothes and you’re an oddity if you […]

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Do they even make Bud Dry any more?

Why can’t I ever spell license or exercise? Wasn’t dating easier in junior high when we called boys on 3-way and got our friends to talk to them about their feelings? Am I the only one who cringes in remembrance of ruined white shorts when I see the Japanese flag? Why do musicians think it’s […]

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A decade is ten years. That’s a long time.

It’s April 8th, 2010.I have one month left of my twenties.Holy.Mackerel. I’ve spent a lot of time hiding the fact that this day was coming. I omit the year whenever I can. I respond “I’m in my twenties” when people ask my age. Because, for most of my life, I’ve dreaded May 8th, 2010. I’ve […]

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L v L

Laurenne: See, Lawrence. Everyone was so supportive after that last post. So many even offered to help me find a job. Not only are the people I know pretty amazing, I am too. So there, bitch. Lawrence: Yeah, whatever. You’re so lazy. You couldn’t even get a blog post up about this for the whole […]

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Talking to yourself out loud is better than talking to someone else in a cafe about Les Miserables.

I’m sitting in a cafe right now among laptops and half-finished screenplays and an unemployed man who just said,“It’s a Republican system of laws that puts you in jail after 3 strikes. It means you could get life for stealing a piece of pizza. It’s as if the Republicans have never seen Les Miserables.” It’s […]

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