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I love this photo. My sister looks all bougie as if she is thinking something like "Oh where is that waiter with my water with no ice? Its so hard to get good service these days." and LJ looks like she is about to make a break for it. hoohoohoo.
I know I know. This isn't Celebrity Baby Blog. But my niece is one of those kids that everybody loves. She is like a tiny person with an hilarious personality.
So I am finally settled in my new place. And its great. With the exception of two things. One, it is WAY too close to a delicious taco truck that I eat at every day which subsequently is going to make me all rotund. And second, the neighbor I share a wall with is a DJ. A fucking techno DJ. Its like summer in Ibiza in my apartment. All of the time. I think I could handle it if the music was decent. Although the other night I came home and he was spinning Good Vibrations by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. Plus they are actually super nice and its obvious he is trying to keep the sound low.
Also, I watched "Help!" the other day. Its wildly enjoyable and silly. Especially since the band was smoking copious amounts of weed during the filming. Apparently they would only ever make it through half a day of filming before they would get too blazed and giggly to go on.
I love this part.
I also finally got my new bike!
I am going to call her Ali Greenburg in honor of the poor girl that was ostracized by the children of my elementary school. Someone decided she had cooties, so she was therefore constantly made fun of. Her nickname was Ali Greenbooger, and the whole situation was made even more brutal by the fact that she had been held back a grade. I was, by no means her biggest tormentor (I mean with a first name like Hariani, you endure a few digs), but I didnt rise above it all and befriend the the girl either. So this one is for you, Ali Greenburg, wherever you are.
50 cent mustaches? Take that shitty economy!
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