kubey town

valeriek:

I just drove past two American Apparels to get to one Starbucks.

It’s a good deal.

i wake up sick. 



i have whatever mims had.

make myself breakfast of oatmeal with side bowl of cut up banana and blueberries with scoop of peanut butter. trader joe’s valencia peanut butter with roasted flaxseeds and sea salt.  orange juice.  tea.

watch LOST episodes in my pajamas.

lunch: mims makes my kale and potato puree into some soup.  he also gives me a ricotta and chicken taco with arugula. 

lots of nose blowing.

i get a call about an art director gig for the following weekend.  it sounds awesome, but i’m already booked for a different project next weekend.  i take time to decide what to do a decide to go with the big, exciting project because i need it on my resume more.  it’s a good project.

all of the back and forth of deciding wears me out.  i had to back out of a friend’s project to take the big one.  i replace myself and everyone seems happy, but the whole situation makes me feel blah.  even though i’m excited about the new project, i feel ambivalent about my art director career.  i get like one internet video a month if i’m lucky.  i just want a job.  i just want a shitty job to hate.  there is an LA Metro billboard ad near my house that shows a dude wearing a tie, in a cubicle and it says, “I M (metro symbol) to the daily grind.”  I looked at that and thought, yeah, daily grind.  that sounds good.

mims tells me he is going out to the new eagle rock brewery with brian.  i am pouty because i’m sick and can’t go.  he is working in the kitchen on his laptop when i ask about dinner.  he says he’s not hungry and leaving in a half hour.  i frown.  so much for special sick treatment.  i get some cheese and bread and go back to watching tv.

mims decides he should make me pasta before he goes after all.  we eat and brian comes over.  we talk about work and pets and tell him a story about our cat snoring.

they leave and i watch more LOST.

from the living room i see movement in the kitchen.  it’s the monkey balloon.  it’s casting a shadow.  it’s moving across the room.  (willy brought over a big balloon that is a monkey wearing boxer shorts with hearts on them.  that was weeks ago and it’s still tapping our ceiling.)

mims comes home.  he smells like booze.  we smooch.  we go to bed.

meatcase

abedinthemorning:

juliasegal:

Morgan Freeman

woke up at 8am.

mims told me i look sleepy and should sleep longer.

woke up at 9:30am.

had coffee and breakfast.

mims wants to get out of the house so we decide to go to the coffee bean in los feliz.  while we are there, i see my friend, tammy.  she says hello to my husband, then leans into me and asks, “are you pregnant?”  i smile, thinking, she’s just asking because I’m a newlywed, not because i’m fat.  “not yet,” i say.

i have to make a phone call, so i step outside.  i call back the health insurance company.  this is the third call we’ve had to make since applying.  she starts asking me questions and doesn’t stop for thirty minutes.  by the time i step back inside, i’m frustrated and tired.

we drive to Sapp Coffee Shop and talk about how unfair health insurance is in this country.  how bad it makes you feel to have people questioning you about every minute detail of your medical history.  how unfair it is that we are young and healthy and still unable to get insurance.  how do poor people get insurance?  how does anyone?  we aren’t poor but we are treated like assholes because we freelance.  it’s all very draining.

the lady at Sapp reminds me as always to stir my boat noodles.  we also order nam pok (pork salad,) and mims gets some glass noodles.  i don’t usually eat glass noodles because they look like worms.  i know as i’m eating that i will get heartburn later, but i don’t care because their boat noodles are one of the best things in all of los angeles.

i feel tired and spend the rest of the afternoon/evening writing and watching some tv.  my stomach hurts.  i get an email from a guy who i had a job interview with a week ago.  he tells me that he thinks i’m awesome, but can’t hire me because i’m overqualified.  i start crying.  i go upstairs and crawl into mims’ lap and tell him all about it. 

7:40pm.  Todd and Sona pick us up for dinner.  we go to Palate restaurant in glendale.  we eat cheese, a meat platter, pickled turnips, thai snapper crudo, pork belly and lamb top sirloin.  we drink great wine and end with espresso and chocolate pudding.  it feels like it ends too soon.

we come home and mims puts his head in my lap.  we watch the cat play with wrapping paper.  we go to bed feeling full and crampy.  mims reads his book.  i lay my head on his shoulder, breath in and breath out and fall asleep.

wake up at 9am

eat breakfast.

walk to los feliz listening to This American Life, episode 400, Stories Pitched By Our Parents.

i go to nature mart.  i buy roastaroma tea.  it has a picture of coffee pot over a campfire on the box.

i get a swedish berries iced tea and sit on the patio of coffee bean & tea leaf.  i do some writing.  behind me a couple drinking coffee, speaks loudly about rehab and it’s rejuvenating effects.  they are annoying in a very LA way.  then i realize i know them.  they are speaking about a friend of mine.  i decide to creep away unnoticed.

i walk to the pet store at hillhurst and franklin and look up at the spiny trunked tree in the parking lot.  it grows large green pods that look like unripe avocados, but inside them is a cotton like fiber.  sometimes you can see wild parrots that have eaten out parts of the pods and are roosting in them like egg chairs full of fluff.

i don’t see any parrots, so i go into the pet store and buy some flea medicine for my cat.

house of pies. 


perfectly grilled turkey club with avocado.  waitress has red hair and red penciled in eyebrows.

two middle aged men come in from the patio and announce loudly in the near empty restaurant, “I DON’T LIKE THOSE SEATS.”

“hey now, hey now, don’t dream it’s over,” plays over the dining room.

my sandwich is good, but if they had a dish called, french fries and pickles, i would order that instead.

faithfully, by journey comes on.  it makes me think about how i used to listen to this song after i met mims and i was living in la while he was in ny. i used to listen to any song about long distance love affairs and get dreamy about him.  i had an intense crush on him during that time.  good thing it worked out.


i call mims and he decides to meet me at the farmer’s market at barndall park.  i walk over there to meet him.  the sun is shining.  mims shows up but isn’t feeling well so he waits in the car.  i buy kale, potatoes, onions, a basket of radishes and some purple flowers.  i drop off mims and go to trader joes.  i get everything on my list.

when i pull my car up into my driveway, my cat comes running down to meet me.  we go upstairs and i start putting away groceries and making dinner.  i make roast chicken with roasted veggies, and kale and potato puree. 

drew comes over to eat dinner and watch LOST with us.  the food is great.  the episode is great.  we drink a lot of wine and eat chocolates for dessert.  mims does the dishes.  good times had by all.

Sapp Coffee Shop.  Boat Noodles with beef.  BEST THING EVER.

tuesday.

mims sick.

bangs trimmed.

ramen. spicy.

tv. snuggle. cat. husband.