setting your profile to private huh?
Current mood: tired

because that keeps the child molesters from friend requesting you.

Needing your last name or social security number is a much more effective way, however, I'm more terrified of awful bands than I am child molesters on the internet.

Is the privacy setting a cure for myspace social anxiety? 

ps.  ross, dont start about the private blogs.. i meant to set those so only YOU could read them.

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what i SHOULD have said to the homeless dude

"no thanks dude.  avian flu is for the birds."

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mescaline induced metro adventures

On my way to work a couple days ago a homeless man tried to sell me a dead bird.

I hope avian flu is the new black.

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Oh and another picture

Because seriously, my hair looks cute short even though my face is gone.

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Sometimes I have nothing hilarious to write about.
Current mood: Like an ear infection

So I write about nothing because I have an ear infection and I can't sleep. Lucky you.
First of all there is a calmness in this apartment tonight that may have never existed before. I told Ben that we should start seeing other people, and he said "I love you, that's probably a really good idea, and I hope you'll be happy with someone who isn't crazy like me." (Which by the way I hope I will too.)

Seriously. I almost wet myself. If I didnt have this stupid ear infection I would have been in bed HOURS ago because that's how fucking calm I feel.

In more news I hear Gilette just came out with a 5 blade razor, which The Onion wrote a great little article on about a year ago. Fuck everything, we're doing 5 blades now.
Reading that almost made me want to stop being such a fucking hippie and start being a hip young lady who shaves. A second strip that lathers? I LOVE lathering.


Tomorrow should be a pretty nice little Thursday. Job interview at 2, Lunch with Jack and a bike ride with Eddie, maybe even some kittie cuddling. Who knows.


Whoa. I started reading something else and completely forgot that I was writing this.
It's now four thirty in the morning and my ear is still throbbing. What the fuck? I hate having ears.

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I can't stand it when the banging stops.

When they say great white sharks, they mean the kind in big black cars.
When they say killer whales, they mean they wailed on him until they killed him up in penetration park.


I'm starting to severely hate my life today.

Currently listening : Separation Sunday By The Hold Steady Release date: 03 May, 2005

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How to cut down on cleaning the litter box
Current mood: busy

So I finally figured it out. If I only feed the cats once every two weeks I'll only have to clean the cat box once every two weeks. Fuck, I'm a genius.










I'm kidding PETA, relax.

Also, I'm not sure if anyone else has heard the new Interpol album, but fuck, it was a bunch of big words thrown together in sentences that couldn't make less sense. I recommend track number 2.

Give me a job, I'm not getting paid for writing awesome myspace journal entries all day, in fact, that's how I got fired from 1800dentist.

Currently listening : Summerteeth By Wilco Release date: 09 March, 1999

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More subway creeps, thorns and Careful Kitten Park
Current mood: okay

Respectively.

For those of you who don't know Friday is Heavy Metal Midnight Ridazz. I'm waiting for the train to do a little cardboard instrument making (which by the way I'm horrible at) when a guy in his 60's walks up to me and asks if the redline will take him to Las Vegas.
Rhiannon: Um, as in Nevada? No. You can go to north Hollywood though, or even better, Union Station.
Old guy: What?? You mean there isn't a train that'll take this old man to spend a bunch of money???
Rhiannon: I don't know, probably, but it isn't the redline. You can probably go to Union and check out Amtrak.
Old guy: Or I could just ride your bike.
Rhiannon: Except you can't.
Old guy: I'll buy it from you.
Rhiannon: No you won't.

The train pulls up and I take a seat, look out the window and he's still standing there, waving and waiting for the Vegas train to pull up.


Now in my last little banter about the fucking subway I was discussing that fucking thorn epidemic that creepo number 2 was talking about. Federico and I were delivering some bags to Atomic Cycles which for the record is about 13 miles into the valley if not more. Fuck do I hate the valley. Anyway, after about 10 miles in there's a bike path that runs along Balboa when I did infact get a thorn in my tire. I hate that little peckerhead from the subway even more now. It didn't help that Ben had my patch kit AND pump. Luckily Federico isn't a dumbass and happened to have an extra tube and pump. Stupid thorns.


I fell asleep when I got home out of pure heat exhaustion, woke up, internetted, and then went back to bed. At some point I hear my roommate ask me if I'm awake.

Rhiannon: No. I'm actually sleeping.
Ben: Good, I need to tell you about Careful Kitten Park.
Rhiannon: What?
Ben: Careful Kitten Park is a place in Chicago where all the responsible adults take their kittens while they're at work.
Rhiannon: Did you just make that up?
Ben: I have no idea.


Sleep walking rules.

Currently listening : Almost Killed Me By The Hold Steady Release date: 20 April, 2004

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I'm a stupid dumbass magnet on the subway.
Current mood: restless

Yeah, that's right. It never fucking fails.

A couple weeks ago I'm waiting to take the train back to Echo Park from Union and a guy in his late 40's sits across from me. The train leaves and two stops later he says "I really like that whole bat girl thing you have going?"....blank stare...."Oh you know, those black pig tails, it works well for you".


I didn't say a word. That was maybe the third time in my life that I have been totally speechless.

Three days ago I'm waiting for the train in Universal City to go to the Bike Kitchen. There weren't any seats so I leaned up against the side of the escalator and sat on my bike. A guy who was maybe 5'5, mini buddha belly with a grey t shirt tucked into his shorts that were too long for him (and a radical pinky ring) approaches me.

Shorty: You know you should always carry a pump right? You could get a flat at ANY TIME, all those thorns in the road, they're EVERYWHERE.
Agent Awesome: Um, yeah, I know, that thorn epidemic, it's pretty crazy lately.
Shorty: Is that a racing bike?
Agent Awesome: Yeah, I guess.
Shorty: Hmm, I didn't realize they still made those things on the pedals to keep your feet in place.
Agent Awesome: Cages? Uh, I don't really know any cyclists who don't use them, unless they ride with clipless.
Shorty: Well in MY experience I haven't seen those things in YEARS. I mean, I ride you know, I rode from Marina Del Rey to Manhattan Beach once. I can get through the valley in like...an hour or something.
Agent Awesome: Great.

At this point it's all I can do not to lay into this guy. Guess what dickhead...Marina Del Rey to Manhattan Beach is maybe a 5 mile bike ride...so congratulations.

I keep craning my head to the left like I'm really interested in not talking to him, though anything short of screaming "I hate you" wasn't going to get through to him. All of a sudden I felt that faint wind in the tunnel that I knew meant freedom for me. I pull my book out of my bag and jump on the train. I did a quick look over of the train as I was trying to find a seat that didn't have any available seats next to it. No avail. He sits in front of me which is fine because I've already started reading.

At the next stop a couple girls and maybe 5 dudes of the latino persuasion sit down and immediately start talking about a friend of theirs who shot some dude in south central earlier that week. Shorty decides to initiate conversation with these guys. I'm just waiting for him to get his ass kicked.

Shorty: South central sounds dangerous.
Dudes: Yeah man, whatever.
Shorty: I mean, I've definitely seen some shit, I mean, I've seen it all.
Dudes: *hysterical laughter*
Shorty: What? I mean, I'm just saying there's no such thing as a safe place in America any longer.


Man, I'm exhausted and irritated just writing about that incident. I'm taking a nap.

Currently listening : Her Majesty By The Decemberists Release date: 09 September, 2003

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The execution of all things..
Current mood: morose

I'm sitting at a cafe next to Bike Kitchen a couple nights ago when this 80 something year old man, who is dying of heart failure looks at me and says:

"Do you know what I'm doing right now?"
"No, Eugene, what's that?"
"I'm dying of starvation because I can't eat anymore"

Well, I was fucking speechless, because really, what can you say? Not 4 minutes later the sandwich that I ordered prior to this conversation is put in front of me.
I left and I left my sandwich, because it was probably the first time I felt guilty for eating.

My aunt died at 5:30 the next morning, she couldn't eat either.

I feel like shit.

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