fast february

Another month, another update.

We went hiking up to Potato Chip Rock:

 And had a lot of fun getting Addie back down.

Valentine's Day at The Stinking Rose in LA because nothing says romance like eating whole cloves of garlic:

We finally went to the Hollywood Museum made from the Max Factor building:

Section of the original "H" from the Hollywood sign.

In the brunettes only makeup room. Very flattering. 

Found it.

It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. 

I NEED MORE BUSTER THAN THIS!

Griffith Observatory:

Where we found out Nick would weigh 400 pounds on Jupiter.

I'll give you three guesses to where we also hiked:

Addie wanted to lie in bed with me and bark at strangers outside the window at the same time, so this happened:

We finally picked where we are going to live in San Francisco. Here's the rooftop view:

The patio:

The studio:

I actually read my lease. What happened in this apartment complex that they had an entire paragraph dedicated purely to the fact that I can't water-filled furniture without the expressed consent of my landlord and even mentions that I should not fill it with highly combustible material?

Holding hands:

Emily's Bridal Shower:

Sadly, these were not the party favors:

much love,
hedgie

my dog is an asshole

A few nights ago, best friend came over to visit on her night off. She has never been inside my actual apartment yet, so after she parked, she called me to come find her. She was only a block away, so it was a quick journey.

When we started climbing up the stairs, Addie heard us talking. She got very excited and started jumping up onto the door before we reached the landing. Unfortunately, I have one of those deadbolt locks with an oval knob you turn horizontal to unlock and vertical to lock. While jumping onto the door, she managed to lock it from the inside with her paws.

I didn't bring my key with me.

Dramatic reenactment. 

I tried calling Nick for help because he had the only other key, but he was two hours away from his flight back here from Sacramento, so he was no help. He suggested that I call Katie, our subletter currently in Arizona, to see if she knew what to do in this type of situation. She didn't answer.

Heidi managed to take off the screen from the main window, but the window was locked. All the while, Addie continued to jump onto the door, not understanding why we weren't coming in already.

There was nothing we could do but wait for Nick to come back and hope that Addie didn't eat anything she probably shouldn't. We went to the jacuzzi with a bottle of wine Heidi happened to have. I had to hop the fence because a certain puppy I will not name also locked the pool keys inside of the apartment.

Katie eventually called back, but she didn't know any office numbers that could help me. So she basically called back just to laugh at me.

After a few hours, Nick arrived from the airport and collected us from the jacuzzi.

Just look at how smug she is.





much love,
hedgie

page 45

This image has been going around the internet for awhile:

 

So I decided to figure out what my love life is all about. The book closest to me is The Risk Pool. My sentence is:

"My mother, no doubt remembering the small beans-and-hot-dog casserole already steaming in the center of the kitchen table, looked homicidal, and I was glad the police had confiscated my grandfather's revolver."

Should I be worried?

much love,

hedgie

my laptop and phone are equally confused

Today, I logged onto my other blog, which I use as a journal, to find something I had written about a few months ago. Since the entries are fairly boring and used to complain and talk about my day, I keep it unlisted and private. Yet, that didn't stop random journal entries from suddenly obtaining thousands and thousands of likes, including one about a trip to a botanical garden that mysteriously reached 426,019 likes.

And then my phone, for some reason, is completely convinced that I have spent time just outside of Africa, in the Gulf of Guinea.

 

Clicking on the pin there reveals photos from outside my parents' house in Orange County, Circus Vargas photos in Irvine, Silver Lake photos from Northern California, and photos from an aerials class I took at Atomic Ballroom. 

And according to my Facebook map, New York and New Hampshire are now both located in Antarctica. 

Thanks, Bing.

I don't understand.

much love,

hedgie