First, Maroon 5 appears to be stalking me. They were the lead entertainment at the Global Green party, and then they showed up again in my email today. Two occasions for interaction in a week—it’s clear they are now following me 😉 The email was part of a casting call for their new music video.
I bet you are thinking to yourself– “Where is Kate?” and “Did her wild Hollywood lifestyle take her far, far away so that she is no longer capable of blogging?” Here are some possible reasons for my blogging absence. 1. Island Get Away. It is a possibility that I went to this place to run
One of the things that people know about LA, even if they have never been here, is that we have traffic… lots and lots of traffic. Whether your commute takes you over surface streets or freeway, if you live in Los Angeles, you will be spending a lot of time in your car. Therefore, it
If you noticed the earth not rotating on Thursday night—my bad. Yes, totally my fault. I went out for a drink with friends after work. That’s right. I went out. As in, I was at a place that was neither work, nor my apartment…at night…for something social. I’m going to give you a moment to
http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/africa/02/01/guinea.marriage.ap/index.html I have found it. Click on that link, and you will see my new destination. I am packing as we speak. Then all I have to do is find a fish, or build a house. Then bam—married. Way easier than filling out the 27 page form. Way easier than actually trying to smile through
Anyone see American Idol tonight? Anyone else start crying uncontrollably? Just me? Damn. But seriously– the man who kept his “lady (of 20 years)love’s” spirits up through her cancer by getting a petition signed so he could audition on the show (I think he said he was 64). Yeah… some of you know who I’m
We live in a litigious society. There is just no doubt. *A couple decide to have sex on the subway tracks in NYC. A train comes and they narrowly manage to survive by rolling into the gutter. They then promptly sued the NY transit for not warning them that they were in danger of an
I don’t know a single woman who dates in Los Angeles. Not one. It’s not that I don’t have single female friends. I do. But it is almost as though we’ve collectively put a moratorium on dating. No dating, no drama. It’s the club motto. I’m having t-shirts made. 😉 But it’s January. It’s a
So, my original plan involved me hitting the new year with a bang (no, not that kind of bang, heads out of the gutter ). I get very into the whole resolutions thing, and I really do try to hit the ground running in hyper-productive mode. Alas, I have been momentarily felled by a cold.
In keeping with my new and improved dating outlook (ie wont complain about it constantly, but rather stick to only solid, bitter recriminations intermittently), I decided to put all suggestions into play for my return flight to Los Angeles. Not only did I put on the lipstick battle armor, but the mascara and concealer. Quite