6 a.m. in LA.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. I think every day is a beautiful day when you take the signs as they come. I talked to Eve and cried and asked her to send the person I’m on the lease with as strongly-worded an email as possible. The maintenance worker from Germany mumbled behind me, “You could take her to small claims.” I said I would if it got to that point, but, also, ain’t nobody got time!
I went to work and called out microaggressions as I saw them. I swear, some people are really, really, really dumb. If you’re not being helpful, you’re being unhelpful. Really not a hard concept to understand. We all got spirit animals and if you’re a chihuahua, I will at some point punt you into the trashcan for borking way too loud. And then I’ll stare a smarter dog dead in the eyes and say, “Moe, isn’t it time for someone to leave?”
And yep, it was me. I had furniture to retrieve. The day I squared up with Jongin, Queen, the first person to ever pay me for my writing, asked if I wanted a bed. I met Queen during my time at the gallery, the first time being the Made in LA opening. Queen is adorable. Her hair is curly and big and red and her style is on one. She’s an artist who makes jewelry pieces. She popped down yesterday in a long bunny-print robe and the sickest black shoes. Tiff needed a ride and agreed to come along mine for a few hours. She all but fell in love. We squeezed everything into my tiny car, a bunch of women who barely knew each other, and laughed our asses off at Noodle Head Ass. Last night I heard him saying to Frank, “You’re not my dad!”
I had vague plans to meet up with Tori in the evening, but solid plans for dinner with my ex-curator at 7 p.m. My gal and I are both Libras though, so I arrived a little later than expected and that was fine with her. She cooked salmon, rice, brussels sprouts, and corn soup. I brought Heineken, the beer of my people. Over dinner, I confessed to her all the bad things I did as an intern. Her reaction? As graceful as all her reactions are. Compassionate, understanding, and kind. And then she offered me a job and I accepted wholeheartedly because she is someone I want in my life and I always knew I was the Gogo Yubari slash Sofie Fatale to her O-ren Ishii. I’ll handle calls and balls.
So yeah. A good day. It was Muhammed Ali who broke down a person’s life into the hours you’re awake and the hours you’re asleep. All I can say is I’ve been sleeping well and waking up early. Hope you have a good one today.
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