Where did the secret stairs go? Or is it a secret?
hee hee. Secret is sort of a misnomer as clearly everyone in the neighborhood knows they are there, but they aren't well known to other Angelenos and so won't be impacted by dozens of people using them for exercise. There are some well known stairs, like in the Santa Monica Palisades, that tend to be super crowded on the weekends.
The secret stairs led to a very nice neighborhood full of big houses that I didn't know about right by my very middle class neighborhood full of old 1940s tract homes. So that was kind of a surprise.
Oy, Flea. I hope your stepfather is ok--for your sake as much as his.
In totally unrelated news, I have a fabulous landlord. My old dishwasher was leaking so he installed a new one. And since the stove/oven was pretty old and grungy, he replaced those, too. And he figured an almond hood would look silly over a new stove, so he also replaced that. In two days I got half a new kitchen. Woot!
Timelies all!
Hugs for all who want/need them.
I post political stuff all the time because
a. it is almost like my job now
2. I have probably alienated everyone it bothers(Which, partially sad, and partially pulling plug on Schiavoesque "relationships" that social networking allows us to pretend to resuscitate.)
erika, who is the dude who posts those LONG impassioned comments on some of your posts? He scares me with his intensity.
Me too, now. First, I thought it was interesting.(He's a mutual friend of both me and my volunteer supervisor, and, like, living proof that knowing a lot of facts and so forth doesn't keep you from being a few slices short of a loaf. And, yes, I get that selling a book/yourself can make you nutty and obsessive, but I think my weirdo detector/attractor is on warp speed again.
And, yes, people do that to me without my swapping bodily fluids or even tongue with them! It's the worst superpower ever, in addition to a tidy and nonjudgemental answer to my sluggish romantic history.
Blocked him now, trying to avoid drama.
Wow, that swim fell apart in the second mile. Eating is important, y'all...
I have been to the mall. I think I'm close to finishing my Christmas shopping.
Now I shall go home and put on my pajamas, eat dinner, and then see what else I can accomplish on my To Do list.
