Dunkin' Donuts will open 45 stores in Orange County and Los Angeles

My timing is off. 

Pink Floyd girls vs Valley girls.

m3zzaluna:

eating hot dogs in black tie — the cultural dichotomy of los angeles, 1961
photo by william claxton, from los angeles: portrait of a city by jim heimann, kevin starr; p. 438

m3zzaluna:

eating hot dogs in black tie — the cultural dichotomy of los angeles, 1961

photo by william claxton, from los angeles: portrait of a city by jim heimann, kevin starr; p. 438

(via befrecktaling)

Ike’s Place to bring San Francisco Giants-themed sandwiches (and more) to Los Angeles

“There will be no current Dodgers sandwiches, unless they befriend me like the Giants have up here. Just because Matt Kemp or that left-handed pitcher is good doesn’t mean they get a sandwich” 

PRAISE JEEBUS. SANDWICHES!

New York has the pizza connection.

LA equivalent: an eighth of weed and a tank of gas. 

The cannabis connection!

It’s my one year anniversary of moving to LA.

Before I moved down here, I made a list of things I needed to be happy. My basic needs:

  1. A hot shower with good water pressure.
  2. Gainful employment.
  3. Creative fulfillment with consistent output.
  4. A handsome boy to get stoney-baloney with.

FOUR FOR FOUR, BITCHES. My shower takes 15 minutes to heat up, my job sucks the life out of me, my sketch group exchanges 97 emails a day/my writing class is chock full of questionable taste, and my wonderful boyfriend doesn’t really smoke (but doesn’t mind that I do).

FOUR FOR FOUR!


Why didn’t anyone tell me about June Gloom?

It is glorious. It feels like home.

A Sunday drive through Laurel Canyon, listening to Pet Sounds, and I think

  1. This is nice.
  2. Why isn’t Carney’s open for breakfast?

Look at me now!