I've been very very nearly arrested three times in my life.  Once when I was 12, again at 17, and then again at an age I'd rather not admit to.  (Let's just say it was my early 20's.)  This is the story of my little twelve year old self's run-in with the law, and if you're good, I'll tell you the other two stories.

    I moved to Oregon from Florida in the summer before the 5th grade.  I had to make new friends at a new school, figure out what Birkenstock's were, and learn how to pair them appropriately with socks in order to fit in.  My parents were divorced already, but since they had shared custody of me, we all lived very close to each other.  In fact, we lived in the same apartment complex for the first year that we lived in Oregon.  This complex was great because it was right next door to my elementary school, and it came equipped with a playground and a pool.  It was at this very pool that I met my mischievous new best friend, Lulu*...  


*Names have been changed to protect the reputations of those involved

Just yesterday, Dan and I were walking our dog Bella, as we always do, past the elementary school a block over and towards the 7-11 where delicious morning beverages await us.  Children are often playing in the schoolyard at that time, and the sounds of joy that come from them are nice to hear.

As we walked past, we noticed a tiny skater-lookin dude with a huge blonde 'fro and baggy pants on, leaning against a desk that had been discarded on the side of the street.  Sidenote: This practice of throwing large unwanted pieces of disgusting furniture out onto the street never ceases to amaze me.  When I first moved to Los Angeles, I thought it was the strangest thing I'd ever seen.  People just put their unwanted mattresses, couches, clothing, books, desk chairs, and even toilets out on the curb, as if some magical Bulky Items Removal Fairy is going to whisk it away for them.  What really happens is, dog after dog after dog pees on these unwanted items, rendering them completely useless to families in need  that could have actually used them.  Then it rains, and the pee runs down the streets, and then weeks later, someone who didn't discard said items, gets so sick of looking at them that they call the bulky items disposal number at the local dump and schedules a pick up.  It's that easy people.  Take responsibility for your garbage!   Call 1-800-SA-TRUCK (1-800-728-7825) to discuss a free pick up of your clothing, furniture or household items or to find out the nearest drop off location bin, or CLICK this link for more info.

Anyway, this guy was most definitely pleasuring himself on top of this desk in a super creepy on-mushrooms kinda way...

One of my favorite things to do here in Los Angeles in the summer time, is get a big group of people together to go to the KCRW sponsored shows at the Hollywood Bowl.  For those of you who don't know, The Hollywood Bowl is a gorgeous outdoor amphitheater right in the middle of Hollywood that brings in some incredible bands.  They also have the LA Philharmonic there, do sing along's (which I've never done but would probably LOVE) and sometimes even have musicals!  I've had the privilege of seeing  Adele, Feist, Royksopp, Chromeo, The Chemical Brothers, and many others.  But my most memorable show definitely has to be from last night. 

I have a bunch of friends with September birthdays, including my BFF Kasey, and LadyPantz member Dede, so as a birthday present, my boyfriend and I got 12 tickets to see Hot Chip, Passion Pit, and a very interesting Syrian musician named Omar Souleyman....