Meet Roscoe!! oh how cute is this dog?? I want it!! Does anyone know what kind it is??


Well I’m back from my tirade to the U.S of A. Boy was it ever weird. Fun and good, but weird none the less.
On the way down I got moved up to third class by some flaming ( and might I add “bitchy”) flight attendant only to find that I was placed smack in the middle of some hockey team that smelled like stale beer and peanuts….well I hope it was peanuts…
Then I got into John Wayne airport only to find a wheel on my luggage was busted so pulling it felt like it weighed 500 pounds…and no it did NOT weigh that much…I’m a much better packer then I used to be…
So then we had to sweet talk a lady named Mary and she gave a me a new piece of luggage- yeah- note to you- if you ever break your luggage in Long Beach go see Mary. Tell her Lisa sent you!! And who knew airports keep extra luggage to replace luggage they’ve wrecked?!?!
Anyhoo- then I was off to lunch and shopping and to admire things I could possibly afford. I was really tempted to go into like, Channel or Louis Vuitton and buy a shopping bag off of them so I could put my measly GAP bag inside of it. But alas I did not.
The next day I went to the beach on my own…yay for independence! I cleaned my sister’s kitchen…yes…you read that right….
Then the next day we went to Santa Monica and Newport Beach, the next day it was Malibu (NOBU and that market where all the stars hang out).
Then I saw everybody wearing these D&G sunglasses that I would DIE for but they were like $300.00- not this trip….
Then we had to go the funeral on Monday. I wasn’t really sad, because the death was a blessing and the man had lived an amazing life. But anyway you slice it, death sucks.
We went to Robertson Boulevard and went past the IVY and stopped in at KITSON.
Then on my last day I went cavorting around Second Street in Long beach and found this dirty old record store called “Fingerprints” and it smelled like hippies (not in a bad way, like in an incense way) and rain (but I think that’s because it was raining outside). Anyway it was paradise. I spent 2 and a half hours in there. I made friends with the associates and they let me listen to all kind of crazy local stuff and I ended up spending 90 bucks on music we can’t get here. Oh, I’m so in love with the indie music scene!!!

Ok as I write this there’s a man in the apartment next to the building where I work and he’s shouting/singing that AKON song about it not mattering, something something, “nobody wants to see us together but it don’t matter no, cause I got you…” out his window- right at me cause he's looking right at me and this is insane!!!
I’m trying so hard not to piss my pants laughing but it’s impossible, he must be high or drunk or something, I’m not sure…..oh my word this is so funny, honestly there are now words…
Okay he’s gone now…
Anyway, just wanted to let everyone know I’m still alive, and that sadly there were no Zach Braff sightings on this trip, but one say we will meet and become best friends cause he is SO funny and talented and I have a lot to contribute to the world of indie music and film and there is no better way to do that then with the help of the one and only Z.Braff. Or as I like to call him ZBizzle. Okay sorry I won’t do it again. Today I was checking his blog, cause I LOVE the way he writes, like if his words were a blanket I would wrap myself up in them….And I went to do something and when I came back the song on his blog was changed and I knew he’s been on it and I felt that much closer…lol….this has gotta stop all I wanna do is watch Scrubs and make movies….*sigh* one day.
Also I REALLY want to see Blades of Glory and Black Snake Moan. Which reminds me Justin Timberlake is coming to the Peg City in August…..can I get a whoo-freakin-hoo?
I don’t care if people say he’s pop-crap hate the game- not the playa….lol…
The guy started singing again, honestly somebody get me a video camera this HAS to go on YOUTUBE!!! Holy Moly, I wish you could hear him.
Okay that’s it for now- I will leave you with this bit of California education-
When someone is wearing a lot of make up and it looks really crazy (and bad) you can refer to them as having “Cirque de face”
Example Lisa “look at all those ladies going by with that crazy pink streaky blush on their faces, did we miss a memo about the pink blush?”
Bill (Mandi’s boss) “oh no, that’s just Cirque de Face”

LOVE IT!