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Where The Wild Things Are

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Here’s a new illustration of some woodland “creatures.”

I can’t wait for the movie to come out.

It Reeks of Piss and 409

I spent pretty much all of yesterday at the University Medical Center (UMC – a student hospital) trying to figure out why I had a seizure and fainted on Wednesday afternoon.  After filling out paper work then sitting & waiting (four hours) the doctors and nurses finally got started on me.  After some blood and urine were expounded, and CAT scans and X-Ray machines were warmed up, I was tested.  I had a terrible experience with almost every member of the staff.  After all of the time (and money) spent a doctor came into my room, put a stethoscope on me for two seconds and said “While I’m not saying what happened was caused by nothing, I am saying we can’t pinpoint what caused the seizures and fainting.”

There were other problems I had with the people in the hospital – like the EKG technician that just ripped open my hospital gown and started slapping cold EKG sticky thingies on me.  It went down like this:

• Sound of my room curtain sliding open
• A girl with an EKG machine rolls in
• Girl rips open my hospital gown
• Starts slapping EKG sticky tabs on me
• Slap
• Slap
• Tittie
• Slap

P.S. She was all about just putting stuff on my body without explaining it or introducing herself before she saw my goodies.  Oh, and those little sticky pads were cold.com.

After the EKG she said I should stay unrobed and the doctor would come back to tell me about my results (since they did the EKG after he said all tests cleared – good order, right?).  I then sat in the room long enough to doze off, take photos and eavesdrop on an entire conversation the police were having with the patient in the bed next to me.

Enjoy the photos.

Of Late, Times Are Good

I had a great 22nd birthday weekend.  I gave the actual day to MJ’s memorial, but the weekend was mine.  Ha ha!

Charlie, Brit and myself at Frankie’s Tiki Room.  These ladies are my favorites.

As if my weekend wasn’t cool enough, today Anita came over and we baked a cake, played some music, lol’ed some kittehs and ran a few errands.  Oh yeah, we also had an amazing time together and experienced an epic Photo Booth sesh.  Dig:

Yeah, we have that much fun.

Anita makes me feel like a little kid again.  I forget about responsibilities and troublesome thoughts and then all of a sudden I’m giddy and excitable, nervous and grateful that I’m here.  People like Anita make the world a better place for us all. Oh, Sunshine.

California

This is a post that is a bit late but it showed up before never so what can you do?

Once upon a time I loved California more than most things and definitely more than any locales in my life.  I loved the way the sun felt on my skin (because it wasn’t burning me to death).  I loved the old buildings and rich history in so many of the large and smaller cities.  I loved seeing the ocean and not seeing the ocean but knowing it was near by.  Most of all I loved the people.  There was a time in my life when I was traveling to California every other weekend (the weekends coincided with my bi-weekly pay days) to see one specific person.  When I was in California all was right and on more than one occasion I pushed the days I’d stay out later and later, until I was spending week long trips in California.  These days I don’t go out there so much.  People that used to bring me out there don’t have that pull on me anymore, mostly because the ties have been violently severed, but every once in a while I end up in my home state, and whenever I’m there I remember all of the feelings that make me never want to make the return trip.

A little while ago I became nostalgic for the California state of mind, and fortunately so did a very wonderful and lover-ly lady named Anita.  So after an hour or so of enjoying each others’ company and reminiscing about our first love, California, we decided to go.  And at 2:30am we were on the road to the sunshine state.

We only had a couple days’ time because of responsibilities back home, but the short trip was nevertheless relaxing and exactly what Anita and I needed to “recharge the batteries” so to speak.

Our first day out was mostly spent sleeping since we had come out from Vegas at 2:30 in the AM.  I don’t believe we actually arrived in Riverside until 5:30ish in the morning.  (And here is a good spot to repeatedly thank Brianne for having me & Anita, and actually waking up at 5 something in the morning to answer the door.  You are and always have been an amazing hostess!).  After half a day of sleeping we finally got out acts together and took the show on the road – to good ol’ Downtown Riverside.  I showed Anita the sights of my hometown, including Simple Simon’s sandwich shop, the Historic Mission Inn and of course Back 2 the Grind (only the greatest cafe/book haven/art gallery/hangout spot hybrid ever!).  Take a look.

Photos (click to open full size):

From left to right: Anita, Katie, Brianne & Myself.

Anita enjoying her first trip to the Historic Mission Inn, Riverside, CA.

This face says (to me) “Marie’s got a secret.”  Marie & Brianne outside the Mission Inn.

Anita outside of the Mission Inn.

Our second day in beautiful California was spent sleeping in far too late again – and then going to Los Angeles. We enjoyed some Pinkberry and wonderful scenery at the Grove (Farmer’s Market) in Beverly Hills.  Anita was dying to check out the Supreme store on Melrose so that’s exactly what we did (and of course we made a little time for me to go to the Turntable Lab as well).  After some vigorous shopping we stopped into the world’s shadiest pizza parlor (which surprisingly only received a “B” rating on their health dept. tests) and then headed back to Riverside for some drinks and Apples to Apples.

Photos:

A shady (and in person – much more yellow) jewelry loans shop in LA.

I’ll always stop for a photo of Alfred, even if I’m driving.

Supreme in Los Angeles, CA

Supreme had so many dope decks that I just wanted to devote a wall to hanging ride-able art.

Anita enjoying herself at Supreme.

Maybe Anita was enjoying these decks?

Brianne browsing at Turntable Lab.

Brianne posing with MJ.

Just a favorite shot I took.

Anita crossing the street with her new Supreme swag.

Brianne and Anita headed to the shady pizzeria.

Although the place was shady, they had so many beers and flavored sodas they used a numbering system.

Who Does That?

You’re still the first person I want to call when I have good news…unfortunately I don’t feel like being served.

In other news, June’s First Friday was amazing.  Let the photos speak for themself.

Okay so maybe it isn’t so clear what’s going on in the second photo.  Basically Saskia and I are photobombing it because those horse-faced girls were really annoying.  Not to be letdowns, once one of the shemales realized we were photobombing she said (in the whiniest, most disgusting Valley girl accent which doesn’t belong anywhere near her 40year old leatherface) “Who does that?”  The answer to that question was of course “WE does that!!!”

I’m gonna miss you Saskia, but more on that later…

You’re Gonna Wake Up In a City that Never Sleeps

Have fun and be safe in New York City, Anita.  I miss you already!

Get Wet with WEN

Here are a few photos of the WEN/Pride Luxor pool party, courtesy of my amazing friend/twin Vickie Vegas.  She was a little preoccupied with the red-headed go-go dancer, if you couldn’t tell.

(Somebody lost their cherry in this photo)

(The hypnotizing go-go dancer I like to call Pippi)

(If you get a hot girl dancing…)

(Other girls will join her).

And then these guys will oogle from up above…

(They were taking pictures/recording souveniers of how awesome Las Vegas is).

I won’t write much here, except to say high-fives to Jordan Hammond and the rest of WEN for putting on a spectacular pool party.  I can’t wait for the next one.

Lake Mojave

I finally found the cord to transfer photos from my camera to my Mac. Enjoy 4 photos from Lake Mojave. It wasn’t intentional, but if you put a piece of paper vertically between your nose and the screen (in the middle of the image) and look towards where the paper meets the screen, it looks semi-3D. I forget what those types of images are called at the moment.

California in Photos

To “borrow” from my friend Brett that took a trip to Reno and told the story in 5 photos, here’s California in 4.