Off to Manhattan and NJ. Things to be done: Mesa Grill, Nyla (you know it), Rent, a *warm* beach and 20 flavors of soft-serve ice cream in Freehold.



Will good news await me?

I definitely have a love-hate relationship with this city. There are a lot of negative attributes - the less-than-clean streets in many neighborhoods, the homeless *catastrophe*, et al., but I'm still blown away by San Francisco's natural beauty. Tonight I drove over to Baker Beach and even though it was foggy and windy and cold, I was sort of hypnotized by the scene. The ocean, the hills of Marin, the bridge, not to mention the fucking gorgeous houses in Seacliff. Sometimes I'm still shocked that I really live here...

It's like my reality is a river, but it's all ... choppy. - via Andrea

Finally figured out why this wasn't publishing, but I had to redo everything and it's rather funky. Should be less so in a few...

What the hell is this about? Anna meets Michael?

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Hmmm...

Oh, blogger.

Yes, I'm a loser, but the following must be said:



Soooo happy for RJ on American Idol. Boy sang the shit out of his song. Perfect tone, amazing transitions from soft to loud sections. Very controlled. Wow.



Have you guys ever auditioned for anything? I mean, I've done some very laid-back auditions for a cappella stuff and choirs and plays, and I was freaking out then - I couldn't imagine doing what these kids have done on national TV. Oy.

Just discovered that the Hallmark channel is airing Facts of Life twice a day every weekday. It's so cheesy, but it was one of my absolute favorites as a kid. I was watching the show when I stupidly decided to play around with a mop sitting in a bucket of liquid. I put it up in the air, squeezed it, and the bleach or whatever came down into my eyes, nearly blinding me, so said the doctors in the hospital I was rushed to.



So, yeah, Facts of Life was the shit, along with Punky Brewster and, above all, Bionic Woman. If only they'd bring that show back. Jaime Summers was my first crush.



Oh, and did you know Lisa Welchel, who played Blair, has a website with a journal? She's quite the Christian stay-at-home mom now.

Who says there's nothing good on TV on Sundays? USA has "Can't Hardly Wait," the teen movie of my graduating class, followed by "10 Things I Hate About You."



What more could a teenybopper ask for?

A tip for those who want to try making homemade fried chicken: Don't.

Still diggin American Idol, but, really, are any of the male contestants straight? And why are the guys so completely inferior to the girls? Sigh.

The peeling has started! THE PEELING HAS STARTED. Two-tone face.



If I have to go through the irritation of a burn, I'd at least like to keep the tan.

Hey, MGM Studios.



Next time you feel like throwing tens of millions of dollars down the drain, why don't you just give it to someone needy, like me? It'll save you the embarrassment.

My face, my face, my face is on fire. I don't need no sunscreen, let the motherfucker burn!



Really, though, it hurts. And it doesn't look red enough to hurt like this. My neck is the real problem.



The annoying thing is Saturday night at dinner (I think) I was talking about the time I went to a tennis match without putting on any suntan lotion and by the end of the day the tops of my knees and my neck were bright red. Nothing else. Just the knees and neck. That was so fucking painful.



I just hope my face doesn't peel off in chunks. That's not a hot look.