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I picked up a car Friday after work, hopped on the freeway to get back to Pasadena and every time I got out of the car to park I thought to myself “I’m sure it’s really not supposed to smell like that”. There was definitely something wrong.

It wasn’t until tonight that I realised that the parking brake was on the whole time.

Oops.

Apparently there is some sort of visceral need to have something that drools and paws you all over, and at this point a pair of chewed shoes seems like a much smaller annoyance to deal with than arguments or unreturned phone calls, which came with the other kind of drooling and pawing that I experienced on a regular basis.

The big question is, is that a cop-out? I immediately thought for sure it was. It kind of reminded me of the14 year-old girls that go on Maury and talk about how much they want a baby because they just want someone to love them. Like the people who are constantly on their cell phone because they can’t go 5 minutes listening to their own thoughts. You get a dog when you just can’t deal with being alone.

However, someone made the point that why else, other than companionship do people get dogs? Hmmmmm, I’m still on the fence on this issue, but one thing that’s making me think twice is that immediately after leaving work yesterday, I went straight to the bar, continued drinking until 2am and then spent the majority of Saturday starfishing on my bed.

Maybe I should wait a bit on the puppy.

And damn right I don’t say “aboot”.

Have a roman candle fight for me!

Unfortunately, not all guys are like my one-month-perfect-relationship boy. There are a lot of douchebags out there. A lot. Especially in Los Angeles. I’ve learned recently, through my own experiences and experiences of my girlfriends that more often than not that the guys down here are somewhat dumb, manipulative, sleazy, and/or waaaaaaay too into themselves. This doesn’t have anything to do with lessons from the book. These guys will incessantly chase you, and may actually be into you, but are completely lacking in tact or actual charm. Or an understanding that a ring on your lefthand ring finger means “no go”. We’ve learned that the lesson here is, if you’re unsure whether someone is actually a good guy, if you’re in the greater Los Angeles area…err on the side of “douchebag”.

Of course I get an R rating. Would you expect anything different?

Being the complete anthesis of the guy that I had dated for the previous 5 years, he was exactly what I needed to keep my mind off the breakup. The company that he had founded was nearing the end of the money that he had raised to finance it, and it had gotten to the point where he’d even had his phone cut off because of the unpaid bills, so at the same time, both of us were going through a rebound of sorts.

The best part of it all, was the fact that both of us realized that it wasn’t serious, but this didn’t stop it from being incredibly caring and sweet. This is the first time I’ve ever experienced this. We both threw ourselves fully into it, not worrying how or when it was going to end, but that it eventually would. After the first few, amazing weeks, I got the job offer in California. He was incredibly supportive, took me to Chapters and grabbed a stack of travel books to help me decide where I was going to spend the month before I started the new job.

After travelling and keeping in contact with him when I had gotten to California, we both knew that being on different sides of the continent wouldn’t bode well for continuing to be together, so we decided to stay friends. It couldn’t have ended better. Sometimes things just align properly so that these kind of things work out perfectly.

And we’re still friends.

The book has been both a driving and consoling factor in breakups as of late (note the increase in status, now referred to as “the book” much the same way as the pill is referred to as “the pill”). I’d love to quote from it right now, but like any good book owner, I read it and passed it on to someone who needed it more than I did. One of the lessons I’ve learned from the book and from the previous week or so is that guys are huge pussies (there, I said it, sorry for the language mom). This has now left us ladies with a great deal of responsibility in determining whether their need to spend every waking moment with us is really just insecurity or the constant jokes about getting married is really him being an insensitive douchebag, rather than the undying devotion we’d like to think it is. Which sucks. I’ve always been one to dive right into something without looking much first, because being able to enjoy life without being overly cautious is one of the greatest things in the world.

So, part of relationships at this stage in life is that we all start eventually getting a little banged up and carrying baggage, whether we like it or not. I think all single girls should start carrying a copy of the book in their purse, so the next time that someone buys you a drink and starts promising you the world you can whack them over the head with it and run. Run far away.

First, it took me a week to figure out how to get my blogroll to show up. Why? Because it’s called Blogroll on your dashboard, and to put it in your sidebar, it’s called Links. How has this been a problem for so long? In the year or so that Rachel’s had her blog she told me she never figured out how to get the blogroll up.

You may notice that Rachel had widgets on the side of her blog until a little while ago and now they’re all gone. Apparently WordPress has declared war on javascript. They don’t allow any tags with scripts, and if you try to put them in , they immediately get deleted. Which means no f-ing widgets. No last.fm, no fineTune, no statcounter.

The Statcounter thing really pisses me off because the stats that wordpress offers really blow. In addition to that, I noticed that they’ve also removed the feed stats in the last couple of days. Why? Because they obviously missed that day in school where you learn not to blow onto the scene with a bunch of features that work poorly/improperly and then take them away. Users get pissed. Like me. I’m pissed.

A couple days ago, a song popped up into my iTunes that made me start drooling all over myself. I had to go stumbling around google to try to find out who it was because the metadata was all missing and all I had was “rain” as the title. I eventually found out who the band was, went to iTunes and downloaded the album. Ran straight over to facebook without passing Go or collecting $200, added them as a favorite band and lo and behold, iLike is telling me that they’re playing a concert in Los Angeles in the next month. I add it to my profile so now my friends can see it. Who wants to go with me?

Unfortunately, the stupid AAC files I bought off iTunes doesn’t let me share the album I just bought so I can tell my other friends in Los Angeles how friggin amazing they are and bring them with me to the show. Fine, I’ll let them KEEP THEIR MONEY.

The song is called Rain by Bishop Allen. Here is the link to the song. Go listen and love it.