Yeah, I'm one of those goofy, hippie-chicks who says shit like, "Look at the sky! It's so beautiful!" as we're walking down the street. I blame my father. He made me appreciate my surroundings while I was growing up.

I josh, of course, because I rather like this personality trait; I like that I appreciate my surroundings. The problem is finding a dude who also appreciates them and doesn't roll his eyes every time I say something which shows the slightest appreciation for nature. John is actually the first man I've dated who is like me in this way (what can I say? I dated a whole slew of morons in my twenties. But then, didn't we all?). This is why he's also the first man I've dated that I've been on trips with - he actually likes to do the same outdoorsie-type stuff that I do.

I once dated a guy who threw an empty beer bottle on the beach. I made him run after it and it had already started getting caught up in the surf, so he got all wet. That was the last time we saw each other. Can I honesty date a man who litters, for Pete's sake? I think not.

So ya'll pray that I survive this monster-storm which is headed in our direction.

Those of you who do not live in Southern California just do not understand the utter frivolity with which we as Southern Californians anticipate even the fewest drops of rain. You should see our local news casts. It's a total crack up. Each channel sends out like ten roving reporters, each standing on a separate street corner saying, "Is it raining where you are?" and interviewing people on the street, asking what they think about the rain. It's terribly hilarious. And I am not in the least exaggerating.

Oh, I'm supposed to go out to a punk bar tonight to see some friends in a band. That is, I'm going if my niece goes with me and that all depends on her hair. Like SPD she, too, had a recent run-in with a bottle of hair color and needs to attempt a fix this evening. Should she have a normal hair color by the time we need to leave, we'll be going. Otherwise, I'm gonna stay home and do laundry, like the adult I am supposed to be.

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