Oh look! A mini-post. I felt the fact that Q and I were just caught in an intense hailstorm right here in Angel City needed to be documented. But the photo is from yesterday. Yes, ice chunks drumming out a mad rhythm on the car’s roof and bouncing off the wet pavement all around us, me screaming a happy scream and turning up the strange radio station I happened across minutes earlier. A moment for the ages, interpeeps.

Side note: re-watching Polanski’s Macbeth last night over pastries and tequila caused serious intoxication and impressively incoherent conversations thereafter.  Sweet flaming christ that was fun. And on a rare personal note, I am reminded that I have wonderful friends, no matter how busy we all get. Friends who offer hot chocolate, couches, pastries and ears when I need them most. I’m a lucky, lucky spacegirl.

P.S. Just got an amazing haircut by Chris at Fur salon in Silver Lake. Go see Chris, he’s new there and needs clients.