189 Days 'Til Christmas!!!

Because you're GAY! la la la la la la la

OK. This is quickly going to become a reoccurring segment because I think everyone is gay but the BEST thing happened on my way to work today. I drive past this Jewish academy thing on La Brea every day and see a lot of dudes who look like this...

except without the mad martial arts skillz. Anyways so one of them was walking down the street when this pretty obviously gay runner guy without a shirt on runs by and then this dude TOTALLY CHECKED HIM OUT. In the must obvious like "hot Bud Light girl walks by and frat bros check her out" kind of way.

It. was. awesome.

I Almost Killed Someone Today...I Think I May Have Almost Killed Them Before...

Most people in L.A. have a minimum of two residences. Theres the place where you keep your clothes and T.V. and then there's your car. I am in my car a lot considering I live 6 miles from work and I dont really go anywhere...really you can ask people. I try to treat my car as my personal bedroom and treat the roads like the common space living room you share with 10 MILLION other people. If you come over to my house you wouldn't sprall out in my living room making it impossible for me to sit on the couch or manouver around the coffee table...that would be rude. Which brings me to my real point...bicycles thinking they are cars.

I almost killed a man today (I think I almost hit him sometime last week too while pulling into a McDonald's drive-thru), because he thinks it's ok for him to get on his ten speed and ride along with traffic on PCH forcing me to now drive 4 MPH behind you because that's as fast as your little legs can propell you. If you have a death wish that's fine, but stop being so selfish and just get in your car, roll into the garage, and take a gas induced nap. Don't give me a lifetime of guilt just because I was trying to get to work on time! I leave you with this video, next time you think of riding your bike, think of this...

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So now I'm off to become an African Tribesman

Let me begin with a disclaimer for this site overall. I am a millennial. This means I have had spellcheck since I was like, 8 so I can't spell at all. No red line, no problem. This blog doesn't give me a red lie. I checked to make sure by typing in "ludfary" but then got all panicked that maybe ludfary was an SAT word I never knew about I should know so I googled it.

Voila. No auto-spellcheck in blogs and I don't care enough about you, dear (1) reader to go through and check it again.

Anyway came across this today and I now feel a whoel lot better about my ADD. I'm not merely a product of an overstimulated generation whose attention spans make goldfish look like Buddha. I am just meant to be a gatherer of...I wonder what kind of berries they have in Africa. I love blackberries. They have blackberries at Pinkberry. Mmmm Pinkberr- wait I think mexican sounds better...

"One hypothesis is that the behaviour associated with ADHD helps people, such as hunter-gatherers and pastoral nomads, who lead a peripatetic life. Since today's sedentary city dwellers are recently descended from such people, natural selection may not have had time to purge the genes that cause it."

So RLS- (restless leg syndrome) real disease or scam? Either way I definitely have that too.

I would gather eggs.

Things in common

We're pretty sure we should be rich by now.

Our main goal is to be hassled as little as possible.

We know how to go to the movies properly.

There is a sick fascination in our house with "John and Kate Plus 8."

We both find Otter Pops to be a suitable breakfast food.

We are counting down the days until platform sandals come back in style.

It's agreed that Cactus Coolers and Arrested Development= party.

And we're a little too knowledgeable about completely superficial things.

This blog will probably suffer the same fate as my diaries as a kid- about 2.5 real entries and then a math homework assignment from 1996. But given that we have no real acting, singing, modeling or political talents we figure blogging might just be our ticket out of the two bedroom apartment and into our mansion in "the-Boo" (Malibu). Plus, we never seem to run out of things to say and could use a bigger audience to our delusions.

Welcome. Pour yourself a drink, you might need it.

-the girls of B-415