I know I skipped last week, but the random thoughts have been building for a while now and I need a bit of streaming my consciousness.

Sometimes when I am looking at tweets on my iPhone I’ll try to make it so that I can fit only like 4 full tweets in the screen. Like I’ll scroll until there are no partial tweets on the top or bottom. This can take me up to a few minutes. As to why I do it, I have no idea. Obsessive compulsive behaviors are for winners.

I’ve decided that flying on the 4th of July is either amazing, or terrifying. Considering tonight’s revelations that a) Fireworks scare the bejeesus out of me and b) that fireworks shows are no place to discuss immigration reform with random people around you (I did not partake), I think terrifying seems more likely. And technically the immigration thing doesn’t have anything to do with flying over fireworks.

Related: I blink every time the big firework boom happens. I blinked A LOT tonight.

Every time someone talks about vuvzelas I think about female genitalia. I know that’s wrong, but that word looks a lot like something that is a lot less appropriate to discuss in public.

A couple of weeks ago I saw Marlee Matlin at a frozen yogurt shop in Pasadena. Sometimes living in LA is awesome.

I’m in the process of trying to book fights for BlogHer and for a potential vacation in Hawaii. And suddenly I feel like the oldest most crotchety person ever because, dude, when did flights get so freaking expensive? Shouldn’t there be a carrier that offers cheap flights from LA to New York? Because there isn’t.

And the whole spending craploads of money on flights wouldn’t bother me as much if we weren’t paying the state of California buckets of money for tickets. To be fair I just paid off a parking ticket, but this week also awakened us to the world of red light cameras and their evil ways.

How much do you think a ticket for rolling through a red to make a right turn should cost? Because here’s the thing, it’s totally illegal and my husband deserved the ticket, but $467? FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN DOLLARS? That is outrageous. The punishment doesn’t even come close to fitting the crime. But there’s no way to fight it because not only do they have pictures, they have video too and boy howdy did he ever break the law.

An internet friend is in the process of redesigning my blog for me, which is a fancy way of saying, she’s doing a ton of work and I’m being nitpicky and apologetic for it. It’s going to keep the same color scheme, but hopefully it’ll be a little easier to read and load and maybe a little more grown up looking. It’s totally testing my indecisive nature.

I have tomorrow off and half of Tuesday and then it’s back to work, which is to say, back to an internship that I’m not only not being paid for, but am actually paying to participate in. I’m enjoying it, I’m learning more than I can even pretend to absorb right now, but it is a lot of hard work. And I’m not going to lie, I’m really thankful for an extra long weekend. I’m not sure how I’ll manage to recover from the week with only two days.

I made a 4 layer red velvet cake today and then I ate a huge slice. And now I’m going to go lay on the couch and wallow in misery from eating SO much wonderful food (which I just typed as foot). It was a great night with good friends and family.

Happy Independence Day. And Happy Belated Canada Day, for those of you who say “eh” a lot.

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