Oct. 1st, 2010

Lying on the beach minding my own business and some grandpa-looking guy comes walking over and asks if I'm a stripper by the name of Mischa.

I'm not, just in case you were wondering. But I bet if I was going to go into stripping as a new career I'd pick a much more interesting and strippery name than Mischa. Personally I think I'm more of a 'Sunshine Chaos' kind of girl.

Other than that, no crazy and/or evil people have approached me. All quiet on the Western Front.

Sep. 27th, 2010

[Filtered away from Apep and his kidlets]

Best part about being back in LA is that I'm getting a proper tan again. All that time indoors in NYC was making me look like a ghost, but now I'm back to baked since I've been spending almost all my days at the beach surfing and lying on the sand, and then crashing at a guy's place nearby. Didn't realize how much I even missed Venice with all its tourists and crowds and people selling junk until I got back here.

It's 82°F out and the surf is calling me again and I'm better out there on the board than I am anywhere else. Least it makes my brain shut the hell up.