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PREGNANT IN LA
March 17, 2012 09:03 -
MY TRIP TO LA
March 17, 2012 07:03 -
THE HENRY SOFA
March 10, 2012 18:03 -
THIS POST SUCKS
January 16, 2012 08:01 -
KNOCKED UP AROUND PALM TREES
October 25, 2011 14:10
Archive for the ‘New York City’ Category
MY TRIP TO LA
On March 3rd, the inaugural day of my school’s Spring Break, I took a trip to Los Angeles with my boyfriend. I did not want to go for several reasons and anyone who knows my boyfriend, or me, or has had any contact with us in the last 8 months (especially the inhabitants of [...]
THE HENRY SOFA
The West Elm Henry Sofa is more than a couch (sorry, sofa) — for me, it’s commitment during an unsure time, and for my boyfriend, muuuuch needed comfort. I’m fine without comfort — if I had to sit on the floor and eat, fine, or sleep in sheets that are disgusting (I mean, my dog [...]
THIS POST SUCKS
I had to look up my password to this blog. I haven’t written for a while and I haven’t totally missed it. I’m back in school and there are so many things on my mind and sometimes I can’t get over the fact that the blog is called “Reluctantly Moving to LA” when I am [...]
KNOCKED UP AROUND PALM TREES
I am trying to picture myself pregnant in LA. Shopping carts; heat; white lines on pavement; strolling carts; beach options; family. Often people say they want to be buried in a certain place. It’s probably where they should live. I used to tell my boyfriend, “Don’t you dare bury me in Los Angeles. Please bury me on [...]
WHAT IS SEX?
Something I haven’t done lately. Do you ever look at a couple and picture them having sex? I do it all the time. I just did it. I’m sitting in the Second Stop Cafe again and there’s this nice Jewish couple (I just know they are Jewish) and I’m watching them to talk to each [...]
MOVING BACK TO NYC AND FUCKING THINGS UP AGAIN
I’m sitting in the Second Stop Cafe in Williamsburg, Brooklyn writing on a napkin. A big, brown paper towel/napkin. I’m checking my shoulder ’cause my boyfriend may walk in and mess up this writing. Why would he mess it up? ‘Cause I’m trying to write this blog again. As you see, I stopped writing this [...]
YOM KIPPUR IN SANTA MONICA
I battled over what to do for Yom Kippur. My plan was to attend the 11:00 am service at the Laugh Factory on Sunset Boulevard, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to go. I was very exhausted from a hard week. My boyfriend and I stayed up late watching Season Two of “Mad Men”. [...]
NEW YORK CITY IS MY LOS ANGELES LOVE AFFAIR
I had a dream last night that I was shown an apartment in NYC. I didn’t exactly recognize the neighborhood; it was a mixture of the West Village meets the Lower East Side meets downtown Boston, not far from where I’m from. The apartment was very circular, like a box of four rooms, with very [...]
OH, THE DAYS OF BEING SINGLE…
My husband was away for four days. I didn’t really mention it on the blog, mostly because I have a fear someone will come and attack me, and it doesn’t help that I put explicit pictures on this site. I think I slept 12 hours during the four days. So, he was gone and I [...]
EX-BOYFRIENDS
I just read a past post I wrote about my ex-boyfriend. I really enjoy one ex-boyfriend’s music. Am I allowed to write his name…hmm…well, his name is Jon Protas. He has a song called “Mary” that is pretty remarkable. I put his name and link on my bookmarks bar. My husband (who uses this computer [...]
TAKING A BREAK TO WORK AN EXTREMELY EXHAUSTING TEMP JOB!
I’m taking a break from my awesome life of sleeping late, taking a mid-afternoon run, sipping on a nice coffee with steamed soy milk to work a temp job. (I just started drinking coffee three months ago, which co-incidentally coincided with my panicky attacks, and although my husband convinced me to start by telling me, [...]
MORE ON “BIG RED GUM”
Hi Folks! Five minutes after I posted my last posting regarding Big Red, I squelched my desire to buy cinnamon gum with the SAME ingredients sold at Starbucks where I am presently writing. Wow…times are a-changin‘ and maybe, just maybe I can kick this habit! If only there were no Korean or Muslim deli’s in [...]