OKnLA

twas the day before christmas and - there's not a chance i'm going to keep that going. but it was christmas eve. and so my story begins... i woke up to a dirty kitchen. a kitchen that should have been cleaned by My Man (the fiance previously known as The Man but who has vetoed being called that forthwith and therefore is now named My Man) but was not. because he had already left for work i started to clean. i had baking to do! cookies for Santa could not be baked in a dirty kitchen. i picked up a glass and started to scrub. unfortunately, said glass had broken in the dish water. blood. everywhere. i ran around the apartment trying to remember where i'd put the first aid kit. being the intelligent unpacker i am, when deciding where to store the kit i'd thought "i don't use this very much, so no need to make it easily accessible." idiot!! it was on the tippie top shelf in the kitchen. i wrapped my poor bleeding finger in a paper towel- which was NOT sanitary...

i'm giving up on grocery shopping once and for all. i'd like to do that. but i also enjoy eating. so after i throw a fit for the remainder of writing this post, i'm sure i'll start making my next grocery list. walk with me through this sad shopping saga: act I i realized that The Man would alternate pizza and nachos every other day and be completely content with life. i added a pasta meal and a few other ideas i knew we both would eat and went shopping based on the ingredients for each of those meals. after a few days i noticed that The Man was stopping at fast food restaurants in the neighborhood or not eating at all. 'there's nothing to eat,' he said. immediately i took offense. you mean the hundred bucks worth of food i bought is suddenly not edible? 'everything has to be cooked.' oh. kay. so we took a new approach. act II we went shopping as a team and bought several things that were (painfully processed, stuffed with sodium and preservatives and...

lately i've been considering all the things i thought would make me so happy. a year ago i was in tulsa planning quitting my job and moving to california. i just knew that in los angeles i would find so much happiness by following my dreams. well, here i am. and as far as happiness goes i don't know. it's been a roller coaster ride for sure. i'm proud of myself for leaving oklahoma, but there are things i really miss. it's the holidays, and i would love to be at home with my friends and family. but instead i'm stuck here in rainy los angeles wondering where rent money is going to come from and why i can't seem to find a PR job. a few things are not what i expected. one biggie is that even though there are always things going on, i don't always want to be doing them. i miss having friends you can always call up and say 'hey, let's grab a bottle of wine and just bullshit for a few hours.' sometimes i don't want to get dressed, fight traffic...