Ridiculous In The Very Best Way

So Sarah Morrison moved in last Thursday. I knew it was going to be a big change from me just chilling around, doing nothing, by myself, watching 15 hours of TV a day and binge eating tortilla chips, but I don't think I realized it was going to be this fun.

When she pulled up in the parking space next to mine, I ran out to greet her. We said our "hey's" and she proceeded to start throwing clothing out of her truck. Just the essentials, though: a jacket, a pair of boots, some bras...then she started talking to me. Her words were literally coming out of her mouth at the rate of 30 words per second, at least. That's when I knew this was going to be really awesome.

I grabbed the groceries, she grabbed the clothes, and we went inside. I gave her a tour and she caught me up with everything that had been going on in New York. Most people have probably seen Sarah's videos on Missbehave and whatnot, but I don't think many people know that she literally goes a mile a minute when she talks. She's bouncing around and gesturing and being totally animated. So Friday we basically hung around the house all day on the internet. (Thank gawd there's someone else who can basically survive on internet and TV!)

After watching the most ridiculous episodes of Tyra to date, we decided we were hungry. Somehow the Cheesecake Factory was designated as the place to eat. We Googled the address and were on our way. After some driving, we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere. There were DEER CROSSING signs. (Didn't know deer lived in SoCal, btw)

It turns out we weren't heading to the Cheesecake Factory, we were going to their CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS. Apparently Google thought it would be funny to take us there. And it did, twice. I said that we should write a review of this online.

"We should write that it's the worst restaurant we've ever eaten at!"

We finally made it though, but were completely stuffed after eating the fried macaroni & cheese balls (which were heaven, btw), so I got my calamari and my cheesecake and she got her salad and her cake to go, which meant we had to interface with our scarily peppy waitress a million times. Her laugh was this really awful forced one and she kept trying to relate with us by making jokes and being all "hey girl hey." But I can't really knock the hustle.

So here I am, at 2:15 am on Saturday/Sunday, still trying to get through this slice of cheesecake (which I totally changed Sarah's mind about. She doesn't think it's terrible anymore. Well not the choco chip cookie dough flavored kind anyway.) and listening to the Shangri-Las with the TV on MUTE while Sarah's somewhere in downtown LA working the door at some afterhours party.

I kinda have a feeling there's just going to be one crazy story after another over here now. Oh, and in case you still didn't know (are you sure you have the internet?) I'm on Tumblr 24/7 and Sarah (of Lolita fame) is too. The other Sarah (of Morrison fame) has her own blog, and it's awesomly funny and a perfect distraction for the work I should/n't be doing for my journalism class.

And, well, that's it.

E

That Bob. Must Stop.

Okay, so this will come off pretty hypocritical since I have a bob and have rocked one for about a year now, but ohmuhgawdddd...enough with the bobs already! When I got my hair cut, everyone and their weave lovin' mama had long hair. I remember flipping through mags looking for things to do with my hair and finding nothing.

Nothing!

Now suddenly the whole world has bought a one way ticket to Bob-Land, home of the Mousy Haircut?

Ugh. Makes me just wanna throw cats at people's heads. Or grow 1000 fists to punch them with. Either/or.

Goddamn trendy haircut. If I ever get a long haired cat, I think I'm gonna give it a bob. I'm gonna go get some Cup Noodles now. Did I mention that tonight was my last day of work? I'm kinda tired. Can't believe it's almost Christmas. Great. That means I have go get started on my Best Of '08 album list...

Oh yeah and I'm gonna stop ending my posts with Deuces, Erika. I think I'll just go for the sleeker, cleaner, E. Maybe XOXO, Gossip Girl?

E

This Just In:

I am blogging for Missbehave now. I am on the website. Did you see the sidebar? With me in it? Good, good. Everything should be in full effect by next week. I am very tired and very sad right now. I have to go to class tomorrow and should get some sleep. Will report back after work. That is all. Love ya, mean it.

Deuces,
Erika

Let's Do It Again!

So it sort of came to my attention as I was driving along Sunset Blvd tonight that I haven't heard/looked into any new remixes lately. I also haven't posted any good remixes in a long time. Maybe it's the club kid in me, but I love a good remix. Not the warehouse bullshit that's just sounds and blips and electronic squeaks over some basic bass beat. No, I like the real remixes, the reinterpretations and reevaluations...the kind made for you to listen to on your headphones, not when you're hopped up on E and waving pink glowsticks on a sweaty dancefloor. Although those are fun nights too!

And seeing as I once aspired to be one of those DJs that specialized in the club scene (that's a whole other story altogether!)...you know, the kind you read about on Missingtoof that make those monthly mini-mixes (whoa alliteration!)...I have a shit ton of good remixes just lying around. So here's my WNTR RMX PLYLST (or my winter remix playlist. I thought it looked cooler abreeved, yes?) And I know it's still a month or two until full blown winter, but...well don't get so caught up in the details, okay??

WNTR RMX PLYLST

Crystal Castles v Health: "Crimewave (Sinden Remix)"

Paper Route Gangstaz: "Bama Gettin Money (Diplo Remix)"...this one is one of my fave jams!

Bloc Party: "Hunting for Witches (RAC Remix)"...the only remix of this song I haven't already posted...I guess it's pretty remix-able!

Glass Candy: "Clowns (Ssion Remix)"...does anyone remember Glass Candy? I talked about them awhile back...

Klaxons: "Atlantis to Interzone (True Psuedo Remix)"

Now download these rmxs, turn up your laptop's speakers reeeeally loud, and be musically cultured jerks everywhere! Yay!

Deuces,
Erika

Suuuurrrrvvvveeeeyyyy!!!

Even though I'm on Myspace chatting it up with my favorite bitches day in and day out, I never do those silly surveys. You know, the ones that pop up as bulletins? That everyone and their mama fills out and "passes on"? With questions like, do you love someone right now? or have you given the third person in your top 8 a blow job lately? You know, simple, easy and fun to answer queshes like that.

So, after saying that, I have never done a survey. Until now. I got this one from Alex. She's such a Myspace whore. (Just kidding! You rock! Love you, mean it!) Anyway, supposedly, this is the adult survey for Myspace. It's fifty questions but I have dumbed it down to twenty (I think) so hang on to your hats bitches!

2o questions for the people who are a little older....

What bill do you hate paying the most?
The phone bill. Damn peak hours.

Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?
Top Flr, ATL

If you could go back and change one thing what would it be?
I would have saved my money, bought better clothing, and stayed in Atlanta

What do you really want to be doing right now?
Sleeping! But I have to do math homework.

What did you want to be when you grew up?
A forensic specialist. Yeah, it's a weird dream for a twelve year old.

Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?
Because Blood Is The New Black tees are comfy to sleep in!

What are your thoughts on gas prices?
It would be cheaper for me to ride a horse to school. Poop maintenance isn't that hard.

First thought when the alarm went off this morning?
When will I ever get a full night of sleep?

Get up early or sleep in?
Hustlers get up early.

What is your favorite cartoon character?
Probably Minnie Mouse. You can find a picture of me and my cousin taken around '93 where we're wearing matching Mickey and Minnie mouse hats.

Favorite thing to do at night with a girl/guy?
Go to the strip club.

Favorite lunch meat?
Turkey.

Beach or lake?
Lakes usually smell or the water will kill you. Oh yeah, so I guess beach. But then sand gets in orifices it doesn't belong in. So...can I choose sidewalk?

Do you own property?
Just this wagon I'm draggin.

What's your drink?
Hoegaarden. PBR is disgusting.

Who from high school would you like to run in to?
The kid I bought my weed from.

What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
Well Alex put me for this question, but in her honor, I would say Alex. Or Charlie Day. Or Michael Phelps. Who am I kidding? I just want to fuck Michael Phelps.

Last book you read?
Babyville, by Jane Green. I'm trying to work my way through Saving Fish From Drowning by Amy Tan, but I am failing.

Do you have a teddy bear?
Yeah, about twenty of them. They're all in a gang.

Somewhere in California you've never been and would like to go?
Someone else's house.

Happy viernes bitchesss!

Deuces,
Erika

We'll Be Dancing By The Fire, Fire, Fire

Well this morning was the best start for a day I could have asked for. Someone in an apt below me must have said "Hey, let's start a fire." Naturally everyone around him agreed. And by doing said suggestion, they set off all the fire alarms in every apartment and the hallways. Just imagine those fire drills you used to have back in middle and high school, the loud ones with no warning. Okay, now imagine waking up to one at 8:30 am.

Thanks guys!

I thought it was my alarm, so I turned that off, but the noise continued, so I thought "Oshit, let me check the kitchen." Nothing. I was the only one home. So I grabbed my key and walked out into the hallway where the noise was unbearable. Five minutes later, I'm standing outside with the other tenants, no shoes on, wearing just a t-shirt and leggings, hair unbrushed, face unwashed, teeth unbrushed...I had just a little more dignity than when I have to do my walk/drive of shame home.

The fire department arrives, assesses the sitatuation; we watch as the flooded water comes pouring out of the little gutters underneath the apartment. People are moaning because they have to get to work/class/breakfast/something. I'm moaning because I still had two more hours to sleep. So now I'm back, wide awake, forced to actually get ready to go to school.

So, yeah, thanks guys for giving me the best wakeup I've had...ever! I really apreesh it, really I do! I love the feeling of cold morning air when I'm wearing next to nothing. Oh! And I really like it when people try to have extended convos with me when I haven't brushed my teeth! I owe you guys one!

Deuces,
Erika

I Feel Mixed.

So, for me, much of last night, and a good portion of this morning was spent with everyone's favorite Savage Sunshine girl, V. It was probably the longest night/morning of my life. Here is what happened over the course of 10 1/2 hrs we were together.

First, we met up on Hollywood and Vine. "Hello!"s ensued. We both admitted to not really have any knowledge of where were or were going, although Sunset Blvd was supposed to be the end result. Everything started off well enough. We walked down Hollywood Blvd past Normandie, past Little Armenia, and through Thai Town. That's when we started getting really hungry. So we kept walking in search of edibles.

We became more and more lost, so we sat down and laid my map of Metropolitan LA on the ground. We tried to pick out our streets respectively, and then just became resigned to sitting on the sidewalk. That's when this guy walked up with his cowdog. We asked him how to get to Sunset and he pointed us in the direction of straight. He was some kind of art teacher at UCLA and then signaled to Barnsdall Park and Vermont St and Prospect Ave, promising fun and good food, and all-ages type events, since he obvi took us to be younger than we are. There were smiles and "thank you"s and the like, then we pressed on.

After walking for some time, we stumbled upon Pinkberry. Sadly lame and internet obsessed, we agreed that we had to go there last, in order to say, "And then we went to Pinkberry." We moved past it, and stumbled onto some al fresco-ish restaurant where we saw the dudes in the Plain White T's eating and such. The lead singer was all smiles. I didn't recognize him at first, but after some verification with V, it was evident we needed to see them again. And then we walked past a drug deal.

V and I got some delicious Mexican food at Machos Tacos (I got a fish taco, shrimp taco, and mini quesadilla for about 7.00) and then we went to the block directly across from the Plain White T's and their dining area. V tried to get a super stealth picture. Then some assholes drove up in a nice car. We heckled them.

The PWT's soon after left and V and I were soon after hot on their trail. Sadly we lost them, and thus walked and walked and walked and...erm, walked. We walked ourselves all the way to the Los Feliz Village. It seemed pretty nifty. We even saw a million adorable clothing shops and a super hawt tranny wear shop with mannequins with penises and even one that was David Bowie themed. Scary thing was, we both agreed that we would each rock some of the looks we saw. Oh yeah, and then we found the American Apparel, which looked so self absorbed it was practically narcissistic. Oh yeah, and then we stumbled upon a black widow spider, which I totally deducted with some general investigating. I don't know about how prevalent they are in your neck of the woods, but it's pretty fucking cool to see one up close and in the...flesh?

After window shopping, we kept walking until we reached Silverlake. We gawked at the skinny jeaned boys and the cute tiny bakeries. And then we went to Tang's Donuts, Sandwiches, and Ice Cream, where there was a heated battle of chess going on between old people. The donuts were only .65 so I got two and V got three. We like donuts over here.

Then we walked past a bridge that looked just like the one from the Sophomore NYC lookbook, and realized that for as long as we walked, we just weren't getting to the super cool/fun part of Sunset Blvd. It was just getting sketchier. We sat on a wall, pulled out the map, and realized we were just walking into oblivion. We cursed the happy man with the cowdog who talked us into walking all that way. We were tired and our feet hurt and we had to walk all the way back to Hollywood and Vine.

About two or so hours later, we found ourselves very close to where we started. On the way, a homeless man stopped us and was ungrateful/irritated that we gave him 1.60 when we didn't really have a lot of money left. Can you imagine?? And then we walked past some weirdness involving a dude and a box of bras...finally we got back to Hollywood and Vine and not only were we drop dead tired, but our feet felt awful. I'd spent a bit of time just going barefoot out of sheer un-comfort from my shoes, but my feet and legs felt like they were going to vomit, if that makes sense.

Back in the tourist trap this is Hollywood Blvd, we walked over some grates that were blowing hot air. I informed V that I felt...mixed. Both happy and unhappy about the feeling of hot air blowing under me. That happened a lot more that night. As we walked to Hollywood and Ivar, we spotted a group of people doing pot on the corner and begged for a contact high. Then we climbed all the way up Ivar and sat in my car for about twenty minutes.

To make this increasingly long story shorter, we got completely lost trying to get to Pomona and about three hours later, around 5 am, V and I finally made it to her school. Then I got lost briefly and made it home around 6:30-ish am, where I was unable to go to sleep for about an hour and a half due to a delicious and nutritious breakfast of Red Bull and a Butterfinger.

Oh, and now it's about 4 pm and I just woke up. La la la, life is sadfunny sometimes. This Butterfinger still tastes good. Pics and slight proofs of evidence are now up on V's blog for your perusal. Oh, except that wonderfully skilled photograph of the Sunset Junction sign. Enjoy!

Deuces,
Erika

Girl Toys: Where Are They Now?

You already know about my obsesh with Adult Swim. Thus it should be of no surprise to you that I'm posting these videos. It's fucking adorable. And I desperately need something cute and cuddly to take my mind off cleaning. 'Cos I hate it.

This is almost as rad as the "Berry rude" short. Man, I neeeed some sort of hobby like whoa.

"Girls Toys: Where are they now?"

"Berry Rude"

A-fucking-dorable. Cute overload. Almost.

Deuces,
Erika