Oh Negligence!

So we meet again. The curse of the uncommitted blogger. My bad.

Here's where I fill you in on what's been happening westward:

Noah's working a lot, he loves it and comes home with stories of adventure, chaos, celeb's, goodies of cheese, soap, green tea that smells like fart and 1 million neon blue trash bags that only kinda fit our trash can.

I'm back in school to become a Speech Therapist and have recently decided I'm suffering from schizophrenia because I live in California, I quit my PR gig, I'm going back to school and I suddenly don't like ketchup. Ask me my fate when I was 18 years old and I certainly wouldn't have won an award for psychic-ness.

Eesa has made a game of running out of the door of our apartment every time it opens. Yes, every time. She runs with little cat bowlegs. Yes, cats can have bowlegs. And does her funny, zippy run until she finds an appropriate alcove in the hall to hide and then jumps out to attack when we pursue in chase. She laughs a little cat hyena giggle every time. Yes, cats can giggle like hyena's.

We have a pool on the roof of our apartment building; it's small but warm and I think it's clean, but I still haven't figured out why Noah and I are the only, of the 70 building residents, to use it. Theories to come...

We got a new couch for $75 and I just know I'm allergic to it.

Hipsters are the new hippie.

I've never seen more 'fabulosity' on a Sunday afternoon than I have in West Hollywood, Santa Monica Blvd, West of La Cienaga. Greased up, studly men in banana hammocks dancing on tables...everywhere you look.

People love to 'brunch' in this town. And when I say 'brunch' I mean, everyday, from noon until midnight everyone sits in outdoor cafes, strategically placed, street - facing designer purses, and pretend to eat. When I'm back to to restaurant grind, let me tell you...I will make a killing on tips from the masses of nonworking, pretend-eating LA-droids.

Driving down or up Pacific Coast Highway never gets boring and serves as the most beautiful reminder of why we love California.