ICONIC BY FRIDAY

It’s incredible the sense of calm that comes over me in the woods. Let’s catch up, shall we?

I may have developed a great passion for indian casino gambling. They got me. I’m still feeling the emotions of MJ, Todd is still working on his ‘moonwalk,’ and yesterday I bought a pair of men’s penny loafers to begin my fall style which will incorporate more white socks and ‘flood pants.’ I’ve developed a real relationship with the drive-thru window kid at Starbucks in town. He’s invited me back next week when he works to discuss why Teddy Roosevelt was given the nickname “Teddy.” I’ve stocked up on new glassware… it’s all stuff I don’t need but really couldn’t live without. Yesterday I was bursting at the seams after I got a call to be in an independent film I was dying to be apart of. I’ll be back on the 15th for taping. I have also sent an email asking for my freedom (yes, I did it). I’m still trying to make a real living off of lotto scratchers. So far it’s reaped the rewards of an after-school part-time job. I’ve picked the house in which I’ll purchase after I book those two national commercials, so that’s thrilling.

In short, I am missing yoush faces back in the southern hills but I’m still soaking in the clarity that the high elevation brings, for a few more days at least.

Here’s something to look forward to- photographic evidence of Mother Teresa throwing rosary beads to the woods children atop her 4WD “float” during the 4th of July parade. I’m not kidding. I just have to get back to a MAC because, let’s be honest, I can’t handle a PC anymore. I mean…how do you work this dinosaur?!

One thing I often forget about (now that I reside mainly in a ‘city’) is that when you’re living deep in the woods there are big animals that walk around in the pitch black of night. And based on what happened (to which I found this morning) my Mama and I have to conclude that we’ve lost our Groucho (and 8 others) to the mountain beast. This afternoon my Mama and I took part in ‘Kitten Search & Rescue.’ And, while we only found one to save from the creature it’s one the beast will not have the satisfaction of finding. We’ve decided to name our new wild animal Zeppo -the 4th of the Marx Brothers who was often forgotten… similar to our new kitty who was forgotten in the back corner of the guest house garage.

So anyway, now I’m in town…drinking a pop, singing MJ with Todd, and looking forward to some time at the hall tonight. And, winning the lotto.

Welcome to the Ranch, Zeppo.

“My heart … my mind … are broken. I loved Michael with all my soul and I can’t imagine life without him. We had so much in common and we had such loving fun together. I was packing up my clothes to go to London for his opening when I heard the news. I still can’t believe it. I don’t want to believe it. It can’t be so. He will live in my heart forever but it’s not enough. My life feels so empty. I don’t think anyone knew how much we loved each other. The purest most giving love I’ve ever known. Oh God! I’m going to miss him. I can’t yet imagine life without him. But I guess with God’s help … I’ll learn. I keep looking at the photo he gave me of himself, which says, ‘To my true love Elizabeth, I love you forever.’ And, I will love HIM forever.”

- Elizabeth Taylor

Dear Friend Jo,

While browsing the supermarket aisles for ice (individual bags or one big bag?) my dear Mama picked up an item of liquor and proclaimed, ‘Will you look at that?! Sweet Tea Vodka..oh my!’

So dear friend, it seems that a sweet tea rooftop afternoon must follow. For there has been too much ‘sweet tea’ talk in the air to not sit and enjoy a glass… or twelve.

Your Gramercy Friend,

Glo

Totally thrilled that my Mama will be here tomorrow at 2pm! It’s been one whole year since she’s been to LA, she’s equipped with a new hip, an appetite for the downtown sausage place and the willingness to come with me to Forest Lawn Glendale.

Refreshing the camera battery pack as we speak.

But here’s the real deal. I’ve passed the Urban Outfitters ‘Yard Sale’ 3 days in a row now thinking that it would be real trouble to stop and browse. Except today I will go to a $2 old navy tank top extravaganza and buy things I most likely won’t wear and could’ve taken that money and bought something I really wanted at the ‘Yard Sale.’

Oh boy, I just gave myself hot flash anxiety. Maybe I’ll just take some things to Goodwill, pick up a latte, and come back home for a smart dog.

wondered what a Ukrainian man looked like wearing OP cord shorts and a fanny pack asking for rides into town looked like- You should have just been downstairs in the lobby as the building manager was soliciting tenants for rides “into town.”

#1- “Into Town”… Aren’t we IN town?

#2- ‘scue me? I know you have a bike.

#3- If I give you a ride… will you knock $300 off the rent for July?

HELP.