Traffic Thoughts: Please Let Me Get What I Want
Posted by in Los Angeles- I have seen such ridiculous bumper stickers in the last few weeks, that I’ve taken to keeping track of them in the notes app of my iPhone. My favorites: “It’s the law…stick it in,” “Please say NO to circumcision” and wait for it – “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you.” I don’t know which to laugh about more, the fact that someone bought these stickers or the fact that someone made them. Oh dear.
- Every once in a while when things calm down and I have time to think, I think of Michael Jackson and I am utterly shocked all over again about his death. I still can’t believe it.
- I have been furiously working on my side project, which I’m hoping will one day develop into a sort of full time project, my Armenian online magazine “ianyan.” Things are going quite well, better than I expected and the feedback has been immensely positive. It’s so hard as a one woman show, and I wish I had a list of contributors, but for now I’m a lone wolf.
- I have been making strides in my journalism/writing goals of this year – I’ve had pieces published in both print and online and have a few more that I’m working on, but I need and want more.
- It would be a dream to be able to write or blog for the Los Angeles Times, New York Mag or LA Weekly. I’m working on it!
- Henry the Maltese has a new obsession in the form of lettuce. He goes nuts for it. No, really. He even hides it and eats it in private. What a strange dog I have.
- I can’t wait for The Real Housewives of Atlanta because I’ve been going through Nene withdrawals. I need this fierce bitch in my life. I also need to take “keeping it real” lessons from Nene.
- I am getting antsy about my hair. I’m due a haircut and I have this idea in my head to go back to my natural color along with a lighter color for summer, but I’m dreading the hours upon hours I would have to spend at a salon. And let me remind you, there is really only one salon I can go to, since every other place has no idea how to deal with the thick ass mop on my head properly. Middle Eastern women can feel my pain.
- Despite all the stress, frustration, lack of sleep I’ve had, I am so looking forward to the near future. My life will change in more ways than one, in fact it wont be just “my” life, but our life. Thinking about this makes me want to put on Ferris Bueller and sing “Please, please, please let me get what I want” by The Smiths. Lord knows, it would be the first time.
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