Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Sunday, Mar. 05, 2006 - 6:04 p.m.

If you tried to post a comment in the last week or whatever, comments are restored again. My images didn't disappear, so I didn't realize I'd forgotten to pay my Supergold. But it's all good again.

Lent is underway, for you non-Catholics or non-practitioners out there, and while usually the first week to 10 days breezes by with not much trouble, this year I'm already jonesin' for sugar. My friend Tanya and I were discussing what we give up on Wednesday (she's catholic and was all ashed up at the time), and she said it's hard to give up chocolate (which she does) because her birthday is right in the middle of Lent. Then Thursday, we had the following phone conversation while I was on my way in to work (in its entirety):

t-dawg: whatcha need?
kd: know what else is right in the middle of lent?
t-dawg: what's that?
kd: the girl scout cookie drive.
t-dawg: yes it is.
kd: that sucks.
t-dawg: yep.
kd: all right, i'm done.
t-dawg: (laughs) later.
kd: see ya.

I like I can have conversations with my friends that pretty much pick up right where the last one ended. I'm sure everyone does that, so I'm just sayin'. I like it. Plus, the whole thing took 19 seconds, including rings.

The hunt for an apartment in Paris is underway. I have to say it's kind of shocking how much stuff costs. Anything less than E1000 a month nets you a tiny little crackerbox of a room. Like seriously, tiny. Anywhere from 120 to 160 square feet, or on the odd occasion, 225. I don't need that much space, but room to hang my clothes would be nice...

I wrote one place to ask for more details and to see if MP could come look at it for me, and all I got back was "you must come personally to see it". Not even a period at the end. I wrote back that that would be kinda difficult, seein' as I'm in LA, but thank you and have a nice day. It was in a co-op that looked like a party house anyway, so I'm not crushed. Me and party houses don't get along. Never have. I seriously outgrew that crap about 30 seconds into my first one, when I was 22. That was hell. There's something about walking in to a room full of people tripping acid and getting pegged in the eye with the contents of a glowstick that pretty much put you off party houses forever. We really had to lay the law down with that roommate, but the parties never did stop; they just became more drink-oriented and less hallucinogenic. I hated coming home from work on Friday and Saturday nights, though, especially if I had to work again in the morning, because I inevitably ended up pulling an all-nighter due to the noise level in the other room. No party houses for me again, ever.

I got nothin' else. Sore throat and feeling rundown and crappy.

Thanks for all the good vibes on the Paris thing. Won't it be cool?

Peace out,
Katie

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