There’s nothing like seeing this right before I start my walking regime. It’s someones home near my job & every time I see it, I can’t help but smile. It’s actually the first house I see when I’m heading to work. I have never seen anybody come out of this house, but I’d like to think they have oodles of money & are pretty cool folks. You have to be…I suppose, if your kooky enough to build a well & a bridge on your front lawn. Make a wish.
Thank God for Canters on Fairfax, my friend can get a slice of Russian cake & hard liquor, while I chomp down on a Belgum waffle. Why the hell isn’t this bar/diner idea more prevenlant around L.A.? Its simply perfect. It’s kitsch at it’s best: vintage decor, live blues blaring from the bar, & plates & mugs “kissing” as waitresses fly by. One stop shop!
I want these…I love crap like this!
I have been on a quest to find a new robe. You may be wondering what the picture above has to do with this. Well, It’s been a looooong search.
Before I would have gone to Bloomingdales & just called it a day, but since the money ain’t flowing anymore, I find myself bargain shopping in the most depressing places. It’s really cruel when you have become accustomed to shopping in certain stores & have to downgrade to save a penny. I will only allow myself an “old” luxury item here & there, but it’s hardly satisfying. I needed a robe badly since I had to retire “old faithful” due to overuse. The robe has become as important to my life as visiting gossip sites. They both comfort me on a bad day & I feel naked without them. The robe is my household uniform & a way to keep warm in this cold ass, uninsulated apartment. So, I figured I’d find a cheap one at Target, but they had stupid patterns & weren’t soft. Strike 1. There was a C- mall near Target & decided I had nothing else to lose but look. I hate going To Victoria’s Secret, but I figured they’d have some semi-decent robes. I was quickly attacked by a sales girl with hand lotion & a bottomless sales script. I couldn’t get away in time & I left the store smelling like a stripper. Strike 2. I was growing tired from walking through the shitty mall near Target, & just when I was gonna end the search, I saw Jc Penney. Score! I swear, everytime I walk into this store it never fails for a cheap laugh. I find this place mighty amusing. This place is an alternate universe stuck in the 80’s. The sales people are beyond horrible, the place smells terrible (more like pee), kids are always hiding between the racks, & I always find the scariest looking clothing. I didn’t find a robe at all, but I had to take a few pictures of these giant harnesses & polyester house suits. The old people shot me dirty looks as I chuckled loudly & my camera phone made the shutter sound. Hehe…
Well I was 3 feet away from him. I had the day off & decided to work on my fitness by taking a quick jog by my job. It’s amidst a residential area & thankfully its peaceful & safe enough to sweat out a few lbs. before summer hits. Afterwards, I felt energized & decided to have a sandwich at my favorite wine & spirits shop. As I emerged with my delicious sandwich (turkey on ciabatta sundried tomato spread balsamic & sweet olive oil), I was head on with Mr. Hader for a second I paused, he smiled & then went on his way. He was adorable in his little blue hoodie & sneakers. I was in sweat pants & “workout hair”. Not exactly the Bill Hader moment I’d pictured in my head. I was on a call with the boyfriend & I could only whisper that I had seen Bill Hader, then proceeded to call my best chum with my sighting. I rarely get excited, but he is quite entertaining. He gets snaps for not doing what stars usually do: smug doucheface, no eye contact, & speed stepping through the masses on the busy block. Before I happen to drive away, I see Mr. Hader walking through the Mc Mansions, alone & smiling. No doucheface.
Playing a human blur…Mr. Hader in blue…
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