sometimes you get so old you forget the little things

her heels clomped on the wood floors then stopped, omg you have a fireplace!

i guess i do!

one thing led to another and she was all you should just write now and then,

that was my favorite.

i’ll take it under advisement.

today i was supposed to interview one of the world series champs.

the gentleman with the beard that errryones supposed to fear.

one thing led to another and it didnt happen.

there was a time i would have taken that personally. like if i was still at laist i woulda thought

omg they wouldnt have done that to me if i was the times.

or i woulda said damn theyre probs freaked at that semi nudey thing koga busted.

but some times things just happen, i suppose, cuz one thing

leads to another

one of my all time favorite bloggers is back

! ms foxxy slostsanity has returned to the air

the year was 2007. something had changed in the snowflakery world of vancougar bc. while everyone was truly embracing blogging, the girl with the lovely hair and distinctive glasses was fed up with it all.

boys were being dumb, terrible things were happening at work, and the mighty ducks of anaheim had just won lord stanley’s cup.

the world was so upside down that even these pearls couldnt slow the inevitable.

but as ringo said so eloquently “time takes time”

and now you have yr foxxy back.

yesterday at lunch i had pho with a half persian half mexican lass

and a bar owner

i have this little joke where i’ll say something like “thankfully the Lord invented [blank], so we could all [blank].”

because i have a terrible memory i forget what i said at lunch and the bar owner went

“ah so you’re one of those people eh?”

soon the conversation moved to music, as it often does, and deep into the discussion, at one point this line came out:

“im the only born again christian i know who has every bad religion record.”

im sure theres a facebook page for us

somewhere.

it wasnt cold but it was brisk, and because Blossom is a few blocks from the office, i wore a jacket

before we were seated i adjourned to the loo which rhymes with you know youre in LA when you see theres nowhere to hang your jacket in the crapper.

my first move was to the door handle but i recoiled thinking thats probably the dirtiest thing in this whole place

and when youre done those germs’ll be

on yr neck!

no where else to hang it so i stretched it across the sink.

dry cleaners tomorrow, dont worry