Another Weekend Without Makeup

Working in West Hollywood is the bestest. The city abreev is WeHo! The weather's gorgeous, the city's really pretty, and everyone's gay, which is awesome. Even the bums are nice! I offered one half my doughnut and he said "no thanks" and then complimented my haircut! And sometimes the gay guys give me life advice, like when this two guys came in. I was waiting for one of the managers to get something for them so we started talking. He told me about how he backpacked around Italy when he was 18 and befriended this old woman who got him into bars, and his experience with getting drunk for the first time. That led to the subject of the class trip to Italy I took back in my freshman year of high school. He said something about the drinking age of Europe and I mentioned how all we did that trip was get drunk in the hotel rooms and sleep on the tour bus. He told me that I might have gotten too much of a headstart, and that I had the rest of my life to drink. See? Life lessons! Cracking eggs of wisdom!

But you know what's not the bestest? This awful job that allows me to work in West Hollywood. In case you didn't know, dry cleaners is code for slave labor. I'm basically on my feet for 6 or 8 hours a day, save for my 30 minute lunch break, which is fun because I can walk over to Gelson's and buy a cupcake and a turkey sandwich. But otherwise, it's murder. Sometimes people can be really bitchy and, what with the debates and election going on, everyone is talking politics. If I have to listen to anyone else talk about Sarah Palin this/Obama that, I'm going to scream. My job is easy enough though, but trust, I just need the money to put in the deposit on an apt for myself.

Anyway, it's also a really good eye opening experience. Everyone I work with is Hispanic and speaks Spanish. That usually gives people the immediate impression that they are supporting 5 children in a one bedroom apt, or they're here illegally, or they're stupid - all of which are ridic assumptions. Take my coworker Wendy, she's studying to be a registered nurse and gives half her paycheck to her mother, who just had surgery. And my coworker Rosa, she used to do payroll at this little shop but had to quit when her baby was born with a handicap. Or Vivian, she lives by herself and has to support herself. I love getting to dig deep into these people's histories and pasts. I guess it's the writer in me. I find it fascinating.

I still hate this job though. I'm rambling now. What was I talking about? Olivia's moving to LA, so I read. Kthxbai.

Deuces,
Erika

TGIF!

Ahhh thank God it's FINALLY Fri-motherfucking-day!

Let's recap, shall we?

This week I started classes, bought a bike, bought textbooks, skipped classes, made new friends, skyrocketed my phone bill by talking endlessly to my boyfriend, got my school ID made, unpacked, paid my utilities, and got locked out of my apartment.

You know, fun stuff!

How was everyone else's week?

In celebration of the big F-day, Valentina (of Savage Sunshine notoriety) and I are heading over to W. Hollywood for some good ol' fashioned debauchery. More on that later, naturally. And in other crizazy news, McCain has picked a VP. Drumroll please...I give you Sarah Palin, Governor of Alaska. Yep...a woman. How long can Hillary keep these feelings inside before she just goes postal?

Now I bid you adieu. Divorce Court beckons.

Banzai bitches! And happy birthday Olivia, the red-headiest Missbehave girl ever! Seal hugs! Wow, Sarah Morrison is good with keeping up with birthdays!

Deuces,
Erika

Guest Blogger Punch Punch!

So I've maintained this blog pretty much Hans Solo since it's conception. I don't even know why I made it, actually. Fun trivia factoid: I used to run a blog on the (RIP) 99x AVRoom, and I got it just so I could enter this contest to be Dekker's intern! (Ed. Note: only people who have lived in ATL for at least three years will have found that amusing)

Anyway, this place needs some fresh meat. And by fresh meat, I mean fresh ideas. And by fresh ideas, I mean something other than the weird, random ish I write. So I figured, how better to do that than to get someone to guest blog over here!

It's nothing as cool as Missbehave's Next Top Blogger (which I won, btw), but it will get you some mild infamy, a few new readers, and a chance to spice up your life! Vaya! If you're guest blogging, it'll only prolly be for about a week, but you have to put up at least one new post a day, and you can put the link to your own blog at the bottom of each post if you wanna, which I encourage, 'cos it's free press and I LOVES me some free press. Keep in mind that the posts can't be as retarded or random as what I write, i.e. they should be semi-deep or just talk about your day..etc. I put enough strange bullshit on this thing as it is, girl. Oh, and you should also be really profesh about this, since I will be giving you my password and username to login to my blog. So you can't just be looking through my personal ish and/or giving my password away to random homies.

I am thinking this will go down Lesley Arfin style...hopefully? LA X Missbehave was/is pretty successful. I hope this is too. Anyone (by anyone, I mean whoever reads this blog avidly) who's like, maybe interested should take two secs out of their day and email me at emp62790@yahoo.com with GUEST BLOGGER in the subject line. Please! Thank you! I'm taking emails all of today, until 12:01 am, and then I'll just email the new blogger back after that!

Ohmahgawd, this'll be like, so much fun! Slumber party! Mani/pedis! Pillow fights! Light as a feather stiff as a board! Ouiji! Dishing about boys! Other girly things! Can't wait!

Deuces,
Erika

Punch punch!

Savage Sunshine

(This is actually the pic that comes up when you type in "savage sunshine." Go figure!)

Well she finally did it! My NY homegirl Valentina has finally made a blog of her own. While her stint as professional commenter was much appreesh, I'm thrilled to be able to see what she has to say about things she finds important! She's currently got one post now, about the people who want to kill her, but it's funny, not scary/threatening/sort of creepy.

I advise everyone to check it out, leave soooo many comments that V's inbox can't even handle it, and then be super nice to her if you ever see her on the streets in NY. She's got pretty hair (and doesn't even have to brush it!) and might be listening to some random/shitty/good music. Oh and her style is like "Blair Waldorf on acid" (her words, not mine), so she'll be pretty hard to miss. I assume V will be the girl in the neon sweater, the plaid miniskirt, fluorescent tights, and sensible flats.

You can read all about her crazy life and her plans for an upcoming photo series here. I'm so happy for you V! Welcome to the Peach Pit!

Deuces,
Erika

Free Press!

All press is good press! So I devoted a little section to my friends who are trying to run a life, snag a man, keep a man, cook like a British sensation, get their work published, enjoy their teen years, make Oklahoma fun, and do all that while writing some of the most awesome blogs I've ever read!

So everyone have fun in The Peach Pit! Maybe if we cross our fingers, Donna and Brandon might show up!

(PS Valentina you could TOTES join in on the action if you just made a blog already girl! :p)

Deuces,
Erika