When I first moved to Southern California I was infatuated with the notion of very little rain and mild temperatures all year long. Prior to my move, I imagined wearing shorts and tank tops all year long, and laying out on the beach, eating my Thanksgiving turkey in a festive cranberry colored bikini. My daydream quickly faded once my mom and I arrived in sunny California, only to find ourselves surrounded by the thickest, soupy fog that “May gray” has to offer. The summers on this coast go as follows, May gray gives way to June gloom, July is absolutely perfect with temperatures in the 70s and bright blue skies, but this quickly disappears into the furnace like months of August and September.

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August 31st, 2007 | Natural Disasters, The House | No comments

It has been about a month now since my last Whatchamacallit sighting. I believe when he first moved in was right around my birthday, so it has been a solid 3 months since his transplantation from east to west coast. He had been calling Butterfinger and I for months prior to his planned arrival to make sure we had space for him, still wanted him to come, and to get a better idea of what things he should pack/sell. These calls were often spaced between his drunken phone calls at all hours of the day during which he would rant and rave about this worthless girl he was involved with. Despite these distasteful and frustrating drunk dials, we were excited, he was excited, and everything seemed to be in place for a really successful move for both Whatchamacallit and us.

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August 30th, 2007 | Startup Relationships, The Startup, Roommates, The House | No comments