tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166981508911942562024-03-13T15:38:57.166-07:00cafe con lesleylesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comBlogger386125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-37087557583183698392011-01-06T12:35:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:38:00.206-08:00Banjee & Willi Ninja<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wFG8WsJQvA?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wFG8WsJQvA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtMtMy0ndo0?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtMtMy0ndo0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-91943386360886788462011-01-03T23:27:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:38:18.471-08:00DELOCATED<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/bwrWJt64Z0s?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>My favorite show of 2010 by one of my favorite people of 2010, Jon Glaser, is gonna be available on DVD soon. I HIGHly encourage you to get high and watch this show. Or don't get high. The funny factor is the same either way.lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-32752206698063582302011-01-02T21:35:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:39:15.507-08:00CHANNEL YR INNER GAY COWBOY THIS WEDS JAN 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TSFf-aS56MI/AAAAAAAADBQ/xUk_PKeKh0I/s1600/-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TSFf-aS56MI/AAAAAAAADBQ/xUk_PKeKh0I/s320/-3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z9-uUzPHDzI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-22866866977162140842010-12-27T10:31:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:39:24.738-08:00Elizabeth's Apartment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRjck0LsgaI/AAAAAAAADBI/nwmsHLWxl_g/s1600/es_pumpvol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRjb-HdQTVI/AAAAAAAADAg/h29qrdj8OZ8/s400/es_glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555432000561630546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRjb-GPuFfI/AAAAAAAADAY/QAuTzB392RE/s1600/es_collar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRjb-GPuFfI/AAAAAAAADAY/QAuTzB392RE/s400/es_collar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555432000236426738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRjb98u7n9I/AAAAAAAADAQ/qFdIkYs3Ymw/s1600/es_batman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRjb98u7n9I/AAAAAAAADAQ/qFdIkYs3Ymw/s400/es_batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555431997682982866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRjb9gqJNfI/AAAAAAAADAI/WVGuqD05tJA/s1600/es_muppet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRjb9gqJNfI/AAAAAAAADAI/WVGuqD05tJA/s400/es_muppet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555431990146708978" border="0" /></a>(Muppet skin fur coat)lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-21321285340117686382010-12-26T01:42:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:37:01.121-08:00FUCK U XMAS (but I like ur card)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRcOSniCgsI/AAAAAAAADAA/MY6o3a6I80k/s1600/es_xmascard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TRcOSniCgsI/AAAAAAAADAA/MY6o3a6I80k/s400/es_xmascard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554924378396984002" border="0" /></a>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-61195288451290365142010-10-14T13:52:00.000-07:002010-10-14T14:05:37.851-07:00Thought For ThoughtSorry I've been slacking on my blog lately. I won't bore you with excuses. I'd rather talk about new and awesome exciting things, such as writing for the <a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/">Thought Catalog</a>.<br /><br />I love this site and am honored that they asked me to write for them. (Side note is that I got them to work with another writer friend of mine, <a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2010/rehab-romance-drugs-alcohol/">Nichole Beattie</a>, so you should read some of her stuff too.)<br /><br />My articles so far have been: <a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2010/all-the-boyfriends-i%E2%80%99ve-ever-had-pt-1-of-4/">All The Boyfriends I've Ever Had In Chronological Order</a> (in 4 parts)<br /> <a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2010/los-angeles-vs-new-york-city/">New York vs Los Angeles</a> (a.k.a. "Driving: A Love Story")<br />and something that just went up today:<br /> <a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2010/when-i-had-a-zine/"> When I Had A Zine</a><br /><br />I'll be writing for them weekly, so please comment and let me know what you think. I'm really insecure and everything you say on the internet I really take to heart.<br /><br />Byyyeeeeee!!!!lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-44394304188999278982010-09-03T15:46:00.000-07:002010-09-03T15:50:25.368-07:00Uniform Project Day 3I'm getting slightly worried that I'm gonna run out of fantastic outfit combinations.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TIF7n0PvZTI/AAAAAAAAC_U/ETqKB2cspbI/s1600/lesley3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TIF7n0PvZTI/AAAAAAAAC_U/ETqKB2cspbI/s400/lesley3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512823342847976754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm also getting more than slightly worried about how I'm gonna wear this dress in the New York heat.<br /><br />Suggestions?<br /><br />(PS please check out the <a href="http://www.theuniformproject.com/#%21pilots">site</a> and help a good cause)lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-17049553898856563532010-08-31T14:39:00.000-07:002010-08-31T23:37:11.565-07:00MEXICOI just got back from Mexico. Maybe I was sleep deprived, but tell me if your brain wtf's this as much as mine did.<br /><br />I guess having to be at the airport at 4am didn't help, but I was kind of hungry and thirsty and usually I just depend on the kindness of airport McDonald's breakfast to help me out. Instead I saw this place:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH13VYRVEtI/AAAAAAAAC90/YVLFwtWstwo/s1600/mexstore.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH13VYRVEtI/AAAAAAAAC90/YVLFwtWstwo/s400/mexstore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511692728147448530" border="0" /></a>Hmmm. Interesting. Looks like they're selling bags of hay and old TV dinners...<br /><br />Upon closer inspection... what a shocker:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH132TT_LmI/AAAAAAAAC98/dCR6lhoi130/s1600/mex-hay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH132TT_LmI/AAAAAAAAC98/dCR6lhoi130/s400/mex-hay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511693293752102498" border="0" /></a>It's either old hay, cow dung, or a bag of hair. Yum, appetizing. I can't wait to eat this on the plane?<br /><br />You know what I can really go for right now? A box of steak from 1978.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH14UP-RAwI/AAAAAAAAC-E/InGO_Hy10CE/s1600/mex-box.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH14UP-RAwI/AAAAAAAAC-E/InGO_Hy10CE/s400/mex-box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511693808251765506" border="0" /></a>I then saw there was a candy shop open so I meandered my starving ass over there. Just in case you forgot, this is what candy usually looks like in my brain:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH14-6elb6I/AAAAAAAAC-U/jVb7ZJqPG8g/s1600/candy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH14-6elb6I/AAAAAAAAC-U/jVb7ZJqPG8g/s400/candy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511694541216116642" border="0" /></a>But I guess this is what candy looks like in a Mexican persons brain:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH15RwHELeI/AAAAAAAAC-c/8O4WiwIYp3w/s1600/mexcandydoody.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH15RwHELeI/AAAAAAAAC-c/8O4WiwIYp3w/s400/mexcandydoody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511694864850628066" border="0" /></a>A delicious bag of doody balls.<br /><br />Imagine if someone gave you these on Halloween:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH154sx-TxI/AAAAAAAAC-k/MZ0UUtUcv0Q/s1600/mex-candy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH154sx-TxI/AAAAAAAAC-k/MZ0UUtUcv0Q/s400/mex-candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511695533971754770" border="0" /></a>Can I have some more candy flavored baby food please?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH16LaE1jJI/AAAAAAAAC-s/ClmT8oSS4do/s1600/mex-baby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH16LaE1jJI/AAAAAAAAC-s/ClmT8oSS4do/s400/mex-baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511695855368113298" border="0" /></a>I'm really in the mood for a black pinwheel with nuts on it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH16i7CEuDI/AAAAAAAAC-0/4rKUMKEJqfA/s1600/mex-pinwheel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH16i7CEuDI/AAAAAAAAC-0/4rKUMKEJqfA/s400/mex-pinwheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511696259351885874" border="0" /></a>Oh yeah. MEXICO.<br />I'll take a plastic bag of turds for $109 please.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH17BzThNFI/AAAAAAAAC-8/WLewKkC2XPs/s1600/mex-bag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TH17BzThNFI/AAAAAAAAC-8/WLewKkC2XPs/s400/mex-bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511696789853516882" border="0" /></a>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-75132772041033083302010-08-26T21:53:00.000-07:002010-08-26T23:53:26.931-07:00Playing The Sax That Sounds Like LifeToday was a great day in LA.<br />I actually drove past "Melrose Place."<br />Then when I was driving down Sunset, "Hazy Shade Of Winter" by The Bangles came on the radio and it was just like Less Than Zero. There were palm trees everywhere.<br />I also found (after a month of having this rental car) a secret button makes Sirius radio happen.<br />Score!<br />And tomorrow I'm waking up at 4am to go to Mexico. WOW!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/THddembbwQI/AAAAAAAAC9s/48P2LzU2ypg/s1600/les-sax.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/THddembbwQI/AAAAAAAAC9s/48P2LzU2ypg/s400/les-sax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509975449404162306" border="0" /></a>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-69504957206817482312010-08-19T22:38:00.000-07:002010-08-21T00:04:10.961-07:00The Groupie Chronz: I'm Not With The BandI posted this on <a href="http://lesleyarfin.buzznet.com/user/journal/7296951/groupie-chronicles-part-1-im/">buzznet</a> but thought I'd share it with you guys as well. What happened is that I got the chance to hang around a band. I got to win my way into their hearts, or at least try, so I figured I'd kill two creative birds with one bedazzled stone and write about. (I'm not sure why the stone is bedazzled, but let's just run with it). Now that I think about it, befriending a band isn't really being creative. So I just killed one creative bird.<br /><br />Can you tell I'm tired? IT'S NO EXCUSE.<br /><br />Anyway, here's part 1 of The Groupie Chronicles. Hope you likey.<br /><br />S<span style="font-weight: bold;">ometimes I moonlight as a groupie. I'll admit it. It means I go out with dudes in bands (well, there have only been 2 of them to be exact).<br /><br />You might remember my first epic groupie adventure from <a href="http://www.kanonvodka.com/posts/lesley-arfin-vs-coachella">this blog</a><br /><br />And maybe my second groupie adventure could be just moving to LA for the summer, but I'm not gonna count that.<br /><br />I was supposed to go to Comic Con today with a band but when my boyfriend overselpt, I got kicked outta the van.* He was stressed for time and I don't think me saying "wait, I can't find my phone!" really helped much. Needless to say I never made it to Comic Con.<br /><br />Needless to say I'm bummed.<br /><br />So instead I went shopping. I drove to Sunland thrift only to find zero things. Then I went to a store called Driftwood on Sunset and got this skirt. It's pretty I think!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TG4WggfcaAI/AAAAAAAAC9c/lxgUoOFP_cs/s1600/groupie1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TG4WggfcaAI/AAAAAAAAC9c/lxgUoOFP_cs/s400/groupie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507364142054139906" border="0" /></a><br />*bathing suit top by APC, skirt from Driftwood, sneakers by Converse<br /><br />I can only use this groupie chronicling as a learning experience.<br /><br />1. If the band needs to wake up on time, be the type of groupie who sets a second alarm just in case.<br /><br />2. Be the type of groupie not to forget anything, and if you do, don't tell the band. They don't wanna hear it.<br /><br />3. Don't stay mad. Groupies should live like free birds. Let go, move on to the next groupie adventure.<br /><br />* Please note that my "kicked outta the van" statement should be stricken from the record. It was an exaggeration on my part and my boyfriend is nothing but a sweet sweet guitar playing lovebug who also happens to be extremely determined and hard-working, while I am just merely along for the ride, in whatever vehicle (metophorical and literal) that will take me there, if I'm lucky.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TG4WqfW_dRI/AAAAAAAAC9k/gd2fcrIsu-s/s1600/groupie2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TG4WqfW_dRI/AAAAAAAAC9k/gd2fcrIsu-s/s400/groupie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507364313548944658" border="0" /></a><br />Read <a href="http://lesleyarfin.buzznet.com/user/journal/7335471/groupie-chronicles-part-2-blue/">PART TWO</a> and <a href="http://lesleyarfin.buzznet.com/user/journal/7375321/groupie-chronicles-part-3-shit/">PART THREE</a>.lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-38249346539557712552010-08-09T21:53:00.000-07:002010-08-09T23:49:31.057-07:00Love Was A Dangerous AngelI went to the screenplay reading of Weetzie Bat last night at Book Soup in LA. I wore this outfit because I thought it was Weetzie-esque. The thing about LA is that wearing anything other than flip flops makes you feel way overdressed. So that happened.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGD0_s5pFNI/AAAAAAAAC9U/pFBJKlQg6RY/s1600/weetzieoutfit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGD0_s5pFNI/AAAAAAAAC9U/pFBJKlQg6RY/s400/weetzieoutfit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503668119868609746" /></a><br /><br />If you don't know what Weetzie Bat is, click <a href="http://thereal90s.tumblr.com/post/792074797/when-i-was-in-high-school-weetzie-bat-was-the">here</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weetzie_Bat">here</a>. Or I'll just tell you. It was a seminal young adult book series I read in high school. A lot of alernative kids were into it. <br /><br />This was sort of a big deal. Girls with black framed glasses having only been dreaming about what this book would be like as a movie since 1995. Now those girls are older and wear contacts. Still, Weetzie will always have a cult following. Like this young lady:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGDyypST6VI/AAAAAAAAC8s/ghUNGGD53SA/s1600/weetziewings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGDyypST6VI/AAAAAAAAC8s/ghUNGGD53SA/s400/weetziewings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503665696536783186" /></a><br />This girl showed up too. She looks just like what I wished I looked like in the 90s. I was trying not to be too creepy with the camera.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGDzJqd1WsI/AAAAAAAAC80/DpAR5UkRwdo/s1600/weetziegirl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGDzJqd1WsI/AAAAAAAAC80/DpAR5UkRwdo/s400/weetziegirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503666091990538946" /></a><br />Here's Francesca Lia Block (author) posing with... guess? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGDzhPpwWVI/AAAAAAAAC88/Ih0oseFtEYs/s1600/weetziecrew.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGDzhPpwWVI/AAAAAAAAC88/Ih0oseFtEYs/s400/weetziecrew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503666497109645650" /></a><br />Yup. Dirk, Duck, and My Secret Agent Lover Man. (I KNOW!!)<br /><br /><br />Does this gal look familiar? She was only Dottie in Pee Wee's Big Adventure, the friend in Valley Girl, and the singer in the band that played at the dance in Better Off Dead. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGD0Hq2dfcI/AAAAAAAAC9E/2Z0w_itVAtw/s1600/weetzie-dottie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGD0Hq2dfcI/AAAAAAAAC9E/2Z0w_itVAtw/s400/weetzie-dottie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503667157245722050" /></a><br />She sang an acoustic version of "Send Me An Angel" that started out with a douche chill, but ended with just a regular chill.<br /><br />Look at the girl who played Weetzie! Ain't she cute? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGD0hp0Gt2I/AAAAAAAAC9M/5t2Sr51VsxQ/s1600/weetziebat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TGD0hp0Gt2I/AAAAAAAAC9M/5t2Sr51VsxQ/s400/weetziebat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503667603644004194" /></a><br /><br />Overall I'd say that the script was actually pretty cute. I especially liked the part when Weetzie and Dirk went to the Jane Mansfield fan club party. I left early though because the girl next to me passed out and I let her mom take my standing room spot. I bought a book and left. Plus listening to people read scripts makes me feel weird.lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-59173348681420242662010-08-05T20:18:00.000-07:002010-08-09T23:49:49.120-07:00I'm Going To This<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TFt_SJhvErI/AAAAAAAAC8k/OQ6T7N1N3Sg/s1600/IMG_6159-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TFt_SJhvErI/AAAAAAAAC8k/OQ6T7N1N3Sg/s400/IMG_6159-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502131319534981810" /></a><br />I hope it's not too packedlesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-8346087623356983432010-08-02T17:00:00.000-07:002010-08-09T23:49:59.893-07:00Black Eyes. Cold Hearts. Born 2 Lose.I've been having a really hard time lately, mostly it has to do with work (lack thereof). I'm not sure if this is the sort of thing I'm supposed to admit to the public or not, like does it make me seem less successful/competent? Probably.<br />It's the lack of confidence that leads to not being as prolific as I would like, and that's just where I'm at. It's a catch 22 because when I get more work it enables me to be more prolific, and as a result I feel better about myself.<br />When the opposite goes down I feel worthless. I feel like there's no reason for me to even exist and no words of encouragement can fix the feeling. Yeah I'm dramatic and sometimes throw my own pity parties but I don't care.<br />Not every weekend is a party. Not every outfit is a winner. It's hard for me to write and pretend otherwise.<br />I know this sounds gloomy. I'm harshing your mellow and being Captain Bringdown.<br />Let's all complain and close the curtains so no light comes in. Lock the door and sleep all day and don't wear makeup and don't answer the phone and delete yourself from Facebook and when someone tries to cheer you up don't even let them.<br />Do it now.<br />Do you feel better?<br />I do.<br /><br />Sometimes I feel bad. I'm not gonna let myself feel bad about feeling bad.<br /><br />(Another thing that helps is listening to <a href="http://espn.go.com/espnradio/player?rd=1#/podcenter/?id=5413919&callsign=ESPNRADIO&autoplay=1">this Buzz Bissinger podcast</a>, thanks to my boyfriend for showing this to me).<br /><br />In happy news, I went to Palm Springs last weekend where it was 107 degrees (I liked it). It was hard to sit in the sun but I managed. I needed to show off my Budweiser bikini. Reason #1 for happiness.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TFdiFX6cwDI/AAAAAAAAC8M/QJn2m9yn2cM/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TFdiFX6cwDI/AAAAAAAAC8M/QJn2m9yn2cM/s400/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500973314314387506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Reason #2: Local cover bands. They played "Boys Don't Cry" and "American Girl." I danced around in circles and pretended I was in an episode of Rosanne.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TFdiVqBQnHI/AAAAAAAAC8c/orT4fb7XcKM/s1600/-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TFdiVqBQnHI/AAAAAAAAC8c/orT4fb7XcKM/s400/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500973594052697202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Reason #3: Gay men. They all live in Palm Springs and they are mostly bears. I went into a sex store called "GEAR" and found this not so subtle lubricant. We also went to a gay club where I drank many a Red Bull to the sounds of Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Rihanna, and Madons. T'was totally ruling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TFdiNki2lFI/AAAAAAAAC8U/u8_0lzyMxPw/s1600/-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TFdiNki2lFI/AAAAAAAAC8U/u8_0lzyMxPw/s400/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500973455144031314" border="0" /></a><br />All these photos were taken with my Blackberry because I forgot my camera.lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-8986551565502381182010-07-27T12:32:00.000-07:002010-08-09T23:50:08.108-07:00I Never Promised You A Wrap DressI know it's hot in NYC, but over here in Los Angeles it's chilly! I got excited about this wrap dress I found at a thrift store.<br />Check out my rat tail and peep the way I wear it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TE80ztwnE2I/AAAAAAAAC7s/iTOwAFjERXQ/s1600/dress1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TE80ztwnE2I/AAAAAAAAC7s/iTOwAFjERXQ/s400/dress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498671733104120674" border="0" /></a>I'm crazy about these socks I got from Top Shop. I need more thigh highs in my life.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TE81cH3TCdI/AAAAAAAAC70/l1gQMYpFLeo/s1600/socks1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TE81cH3TCdI/AAAAAAAAC70/l1gQMYpFLeo/s400/socks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498672427306256850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TE81coKmnQI/AAAAAAAAC78/owtxCBL8tG8/s1600/socks3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TE81coKmnQI/AAAAAAAAC78/owtxCBL8tG8/s400/socks3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498672435977166082" border="0" /></a>Also, this is important:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TE817jF-8sI/AAAAAAAAC8E/1NqNftd_tUc/s1600/mug1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TE817jF-8sI/AAAAAAAAC8E/1NqNftd_tUc/s400/mug1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498672967191556802" border="0" /></a>Side note, I'm really missing New York lately. I know I'm not "missing anything" and it's hot as balls there and I'm not dying to go home, but there's a new sense of longing in my stomach. I think most of the time in LA I just feel like I don't fit in anywhere. I've heard that it takes a while in LA to find your niche and I really get that. It's very autonomous out here which is a weird adjustment, but a good experience and experiment nonetheless.<br />I'm just gonna raise my big brown mug for now and say "here's to another month!"<br />More soon and wish you were here. xoxlesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-32832130223428569392010-07-20T14:02:00.001-07:002010-08-09T23:50:15.426-07:00Little ThingsI just needed to share this with you:<br />1. My favorite drinking glass.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEYPE9JMxDI/AAAAAAAAC7M/6p5tioDSwQE/s1600/piggy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEYPE9JMxDI/AAAAAAAAC7M/6p5tioDSwQE/s400/piggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496096973059310642" border="0" /></a>(dare you to notice my meditation stone in the background)<br /><br />2. Pretty baubles in the bathroom, just casually hanging there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEYPjbKkK6I/AAAAAAAAC7U/rQj8c0080ek/s1600/beads.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEYPjbKkK6I/AAAAAAAAC7U/rQj8c0080ek/s400/beads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496097496514177954" border="0" /></a>3. THIS DOG<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEYPvw7mBfI/AAAAAAAAC7c/57Cpw-opmk8/s1600/oso1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEYPvw7mBfI/AAAAAAAAC7c/57Cpw-opmk8/s400/oso1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496097708515395058" border="0" /></a>4. THIS DOG AGAIN<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEYP6YF-bJI/AAAAAAAAC7k/MiDe5nt-yrY/s1600/oso2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEYP6YF-bJI/AAAAAAAAC7k/MiDe5nt-yrY/s400/oso2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496097890826611858" border="0" /></a>(Name: OSO. He is 14 years old).lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-65062880238124065922010-07-16T12:28:00.000-07:002010-07-16T13:16:12.034-07:00Status ReportLos Angeles has been treating me well. There are some ins and outs I've had to learn, for example, I can't really go anywhere between the hours of 4-7pm (the traffic will make you slit your wrists, plus the fact that the sun is beating down on you and you have to pee).<br />Hilary and I have been getting in a lot of pool time. The weather has been a dream and I finally figured out (sorta) how to control my hair (the air is really dry).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEC4uJoAKcI/AAAAAAAAC6s/xkepglifX4g/s1600/LA-hilary.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEC4uJoAKcI/AAAAAAAAC6s/xkepglifX4g/s400/LA-hilary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494594648389200322" border="0" /></a>Here's <a href="http://madisonharding.com/">Hilary</a> being cute.<br /><br />I wanted to take a picture of my feet because I do believe they are truly stunning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEC4-o9UNOI/AAAAAAAAC60/QEPdHisZNaQ/s1600/LA-feet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEC4-o9UNOI/AAAAAAAAC60/QEPdHisZNaQ/s400/LA-feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494594931678000354" border="0" /></a>The other night I went to this bowling alley where they had Karaoke. I was fiending for my peeps because I know we would have gone apeshit. I went apeshit anyway.<br />I mean, I couldn't not. This guy was there and his name is BLAQUE CHRIS.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEC5vbHBviI/AAAAAAAAC68/CBQJk-AHAik/s1600/LA-chris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEC5vbHBviI/AAAAAAAAC68/CBQJk-AHAik/s400/LA-chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494595769774226978" border="0" /></a>Matty and Brian are in <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesoftpack">The Soft Pack</a> and also, they love each other.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEC6oKLwKKI/AAAAAAAAC7E/pSjBhCXn6yA/s1600/LA-brimatt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TEC6oKLwKKI/AAAAAAAAC7E/pSjBhCXn6yA/s400/LA-brimatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494596744483186850" border="0" /></a>In other news, there are always coyotes (yes that's the proper pluralization) in the backyard and today we saw a deer eating an orange back there. I was too sleepy to take a picture.<br /><br />We've been having some late night hang out sessions on the patio where we end up laughing too hard and smoking too many cigarettes and getting yelled at by our neighbor the next day. That's a little slice of perfection right there.<br /><br />There's also a milkshake at the diner I really enjoy: vanilla, honey, and peanut butter.<br /><br />Fuck I gotta start being more interesting. Will soon. xolesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-23682098846483424212010-07-07T13:42:00.000-07:002010-07-16T13:16:43.219-07:00"I really want a Fedora..."The Fat Jew and Jonny Famous made this. Honestly, it's like literally so funny. I can't even deal you guys!!! It's my friends birthday, play Lollipop!!<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVqmPSKpGbw&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVqmPSKpGbw&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-48329636594015621012010-07-05T11:43:00.000-07:002010-07-16T13:16:12.034-07:00Driving: A Love Story1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">My House, In The Middle Of The Street</span>: Los Angeles is good. Real good. It's quiet and weird and different. It's hard not to pretend that I'm <a href="http://thereal90s.tumblr.com/post/792074797/when-i-was-in-high-school-weetzie-bat-was-the">Weetzie Bat</a> up in this Shangri-liscious canyon. We have tons of tiny white lights that sparkle at night all around us. There's an orange tree and an avocado tree and a blue tiled bathtub. Everyday I like to put my bubbles in and open the window and take a bath. I come out smelling like sleepaway camp.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDdrbqrUVlI/AAAAAAAAC6c/a5s6KJm4FEE/s1600/la_desk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDdrbqrUVlI/AAAAAAAAC6c/a5s6KJm4FEE/s400/la_desk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491976393658226258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDdrbaoFiiI/AAAAAAAAC6U/vOHBx0Orj7E/s1600/la_bed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDdrbaoFiiI/AAAAAAAAC6U/vOHBx0Orj7E/s400/la_bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491976389349706274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDdra6gBUJI/AAAAAAAAC6M/BI8Ebk65qkY/s1600/la_poolnight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDdra6gBUJI/AAAAAAAAC6M/BI8Ebk65qkY/s400/la_poolnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491976380725940370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDdrace5PQI/AAAAAAAAC6E/wcK78gKWpKE/s1600/la_poolday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDdrace5PQI/AAAAAAAAC6E/wcK78gKWpKE/s400/la_poolday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491976372668153090" border="0" /></a><br />It is sort of like camp here. Mandy is our landlord but she's also like a camp counselor. She's got that camp counselor vibe of knowing how to wear a bandanna or cut her sweatshirt in the cool way. She also makes documentaries, including <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0293088/">this</a> classic.<br /><br />2.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLKUfBLJVqE"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Drivin' On 9</span></a>: Remember when I was so scared to drive? Remember when that was a "thing" for me? It's not anymore. At least not extremely so.<br />I grew up driving but it was different back then because driving meant FREEDOM. I drove everywhere I possibly could the minute I got my license: New York City, New Jersey, every turnpike, highway, expressway, Roosevelt Field Mall, whatever.<br />Now driving doesn't have any "meaning." It means gas, getting lost, being careful. I guess it means freedom too but only if you can afford it. Guess what guys? FREEDOM AIN'T FREE. I really love my car. It was loaned to me by Pete Anderson aka "Teddy Ruxpin." I have my ipod all hooked up, complete with a driving mix. Sometimes when I'm feeling crazy I'll just let the tunes shuffle. Then Tilt comes on or NOFX and I can pretend that I'm 17 again driving to a Long Island hardcore show at the PWAC. (Ruxpin update: Pete went to see <a href="http://www.toddbarry.com/">Todd Barry</a> perform and <a href="http://chelseaperetti.blogspot.com/">Chelsea Peretti</a> opened for him. He loved Chelsea so much he looked at her blog, where he discovered a whole world of smart funny girls: <a href="http://everythingisannoying.com/">Aviva</a>, <a href="http://piaarrobio.com/">Pia</a>, <a href="http://feelslikewhitelightning.blogspot.com/">Elizabeth</a>, etc. Then he started following me on Twitter, saw my tweet about needing a car and BAM now I have one. So in other words, THANKS CHELSEA!)<br /><br />3.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> The Weather</span>: New Yorkers talk about the weather way more. Probably because it changes. But it's freezing here in LA. All I keep hearing about is how hot it is in NYC and here, I'm wearing a flannel and jeans. And it's not night. We had the heat on the past few nights even! WTF-balls? I want me some of that desert heat. BRING IT.<br /><br />4. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Funny People</span>: I feel a little self conch-shell in LA because I'm so new here. Still trying to figure out how to keep whatever swerve I had (do people still say "swerve?" Ima bring it back if not). Plus, I'm not a comedian or a "comedy writer" per se. Every cool person is a comedian. They're like the Vincent Gallos of LA. In New York, the cool kids are the cool kids and the comedians are just nerds. I can't figure out who the nerds are here. Probably the homeless people.<br /><br />Last night I went to UCB and I saw this guy and I was like, "I'm pretty sure we've met before." Turns out I've never met him, but felt like I had because he's on MAD MEN. Then Chelsea said, "Welcome to LA."<br /><br />PS I changed my mind. Not gonna bring back "swerve."<br /><br />PPS They still make this?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDds1_wwdpI/AAAAAAAAC6k/U8-QywtkfvQ/s1600/la_teenspirit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TDds1_wwdpI/AAAAAAAAC6k/U8-QywtkfvQ/s400/la_teenspirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491977945506412178" border="0" /></a>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-27967027305296586042010-06-27T15:23:00.001-07:002010-07-16T13:16:26.124-07:00Going Going GoneA lot of people think travel isn't such a big deal. Even if it's for a long time, let's say, 2 months, people are still like "Oh it will be great" and "what's the big deal?"<br /><br />They are right on both accounts, and while they obviously don't know that "it will be great" I'm willing to believe them and feel the same way.<br /><br />HOWEVER, on Thursday I'll be leaving for LA for 2 months. And yeah it's not a big deal and it's gonna be great, but I'm pretty nervous. Here's why.<br /><br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight:bold;">I'm Not The Bad Ass You Think I Am</span>: Wait, do you even think I'm a bad ass? I don't know. But I'll tell you right now that I might not be. The first reason for fear is always fear itself! It's like, "Okay so I'm scared, check" but then the following thoughts are "what if the fear never goes away?" There's always the nightmarish fantasy of going to a place and suddenly your arms and legs won't move and it feels like there's gum all over your eyes and I'm just totally paralyzed by the fear of nothing. You know what I mean? I logically know that's not gonna happen, but the anticipation of feeling even more scared, well, it scares me. People say "Say positive" but sometimes that comes off as sounding dismissive. As much as I'd like to believe that I'm secretly a punk rock freight train hopper who lives each day like it's an all ages show, I am in fact quite not that at all. My ego puts up with a lot of eye-rolling when I talk about being scared of stuff, but whatever, it's still a thing. My moral code might have a dyed blue Mohawk but I'm still a human retard sometimes. <br /><br />2. <span style="font-weight:bold;">I'm Not Popular (yet) In LA</span>: I've lived in NYC for about 10 years. I wear my housepants to the bar like it ain't no thing. It's because I feel comfortable here and people know me. All the crushes I'm ever gonna get within a 5 mile radius have been crushed and put away. Finally, after 31 years, I can just do me. It feels different having to do that in a whole new place. What if I'm a dork there? Wait it just occurred to me... What if I'm a dork HERE? Okay, next.<br /><br />3. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Although I Grew Up Driving, I'm Still Scared To Do It</span>: You know what I'm talking about. I don't wanna die, kill someone else, get a ticket, or try to parallel park in front of a group of people. I think about this stuff a lot. <br /><br />4. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Boyfriend</span>: Truth be told, a huge part of why I'm going is because I like a boy. We've spent some time together and even though I've gone through an excruciating break up this year, I couldn't be more siked. There's still the "what if" factor. I'm not gonna think about it so much. Don't think. Stop thinking. It's gotta be the bumper sticker in my brain right now. That's all I'm gonna say about this for now. <br /><br />I wanted to write this stuff down and get it out of me because I'm sick of living with these thoughts. I'm not even going for that long. Also, I'm totally fucking stoked. <br /><br />I'll miss you hot summer New York nights. I'll miss you little apartment and little cats around my neck. I'll miss you Miguel from the deli who gives me free cigarettes. I'll miss you buying a bagel and Snapple and Sour Punch Straws at 2am. I'll miss you Merks and Bill and Gav and Em and Judi and Jen and Xrissie and Elizabeth and Natasha and Bones.... so much. And everyone else. Come visit me. Now. <br /><br />NOW.lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-59969110013743119462010-06-26T21:07:00.000-07:002010-06-26T21:08:40.720-07:00Grease Is The Way That I'm Feeling<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iH2a30LTeWw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iH2a30LTeWw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-72432528809201241802010-06-25T22:28:00.001-07:002010-06-25T22:36:08.012-07:00Her hair was blue, now it's green. I like her mind, she hates the scene.<a href="http://feelslikewhitelightning.blogspot.com/">Elizabeth</a> and I started <a href="http://thereal90s.tumblr.com/">a new blog</a> about the 90s. The REAL 90s. We're sick of the kids raping our youth and wanna set things straight. <a href="http://thereal90s.tumblr.com/">Check it out</a>. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TCWQ7HvoWbI/AAAAAAAAC58/kDuSWUiWJRQ/s1600/singles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TCWQ7HvoWbI/AAAAAAAAC58/kDuSWUiWJRQ/s400/singles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486951066386323890" /></a>lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-50734595902126023522010-06-21T19:51:00.000-07:002010-06-25T22:36:17.930-07:00ASK ARF NUTZSo it's 11pm and I'm still at the office with Elizabeth. We got so heavily sidetracked in a 90s conversation that I can't even go into full detail about it because it might just be THE most important conversation I've ever had. Like way bigger than I can deal with right now (note: Urge Overkill and Soy Bomb were mentioned). <br /><br />But as we were talking about all the places we would see shows (yes to the Academy, no to ABC No Rio--way too scary. Scary as in intimidating. Crusty punks! God Is My Co-Pilot! Too much for little suburban girls). Another place she was scared of was Coney Island High, but I wasn't. I used to go there all the time. They had that soul night that was later moved to Bar 13 but I forget what it was called. <br /><br />Anyway cut to December of this year. I went to get a tattoo with Judi (we only go to <a href="http://www.savedtattoo.com/">Michelle Tarantelli</a> btw) and there were people hanging out, whatever. At one point someone said my full name and this girl Hilary was like, "Wait, did you say your name was Lesley Arfin?"<br /><br />And I was like, "Ummm DOYE BOMB!" (No I didn't say that but come on..."doye bomb"? I know.)<br /><br />And then she was like, "Dude, I have this sign from Coney High Island that I took when it got shut down. It says "Lesley Arf Nuts" on it and I've been looking at it every day for years, wondering who you were."<br /><br />And so she sent me the sign. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TCAno0eohnI/AAAAAAAAC5s/RK4GYWSb-bc/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TCAno0eohnI/AAAAAAAAC5s/RK4GYWSb-bc/s400/-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485427928372643442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TCAnwRMLohI/AAAAAAAAC50/QdxsLqfuceE/s1600/-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TCAnwRMLohI/AAAAAAAAC50/QdxsLqfuceE/s400/-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485428056338965010" /></a><br />WEIRD BOMB!!<br /> <br />I guess if you look closely you can also see that I wrote "Bottle Rocket" and "Rushmore"??? I don't know. I was being a nerd I guess.<br /><br />On top it says Dave Eliot.com or something and that was this dude who I thought was cute but he was also really cool and wasn't into me. That's fine. <br /><br />(SUCK IT)lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-80656113120239334732010-06-17T14:18:00.000-07:002010-06-25T22:36:26.568-07:00stuff like thisI haven't updated in a while because I've been feeling extremely vulnerable. Overly emotional. Do you ever feel that way? <br /><br />It's not so much depression or anxiety (right now) just a protective shield I need to use. It separates me from my friends, from other people, and from writing on my blog. <br /><br />I don't feel lonely. I do cry when I watch Glee. I do cry a lot. I swear it's not because I'm a huge pussy. I'm not a huge pussy, just a regular one.<br /><br />On July 1 I'm moving to LA for 2 months. So that's a thing. <br /><br />Right now I really do wish I was able to write/talk/explain a lot but I'm just not ready. I feel ashamed when I get too emotional. I feel lame when I expose too much. It's like I'm almost too tough right now for my own good. I don't like it.<br /><br />It's vulnerable. It feels fucking vulnerable. So I'm just gonna step away from my desk right now and walk down the street and let life happen the way it's supposed to happen so I can eventually make my way back to whatever the fuck it is I should be writing. With more clarity and less self conscious.<br /> <br />I have a deeply inner sad "I'm fucked" feeling, but on the flip-side I'm pretty sure that's the feeling that happens before things get good. <br /><br />Ugh sometimes I just hate myself.lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-13417126101882752652010-06-14T12:09:00.001-07:002010-06-25T22:36:49.284-07:00...And God Created Pete AndersonWho, I don't know, is just this random awesome dude who is helping me out with a car this summer. Oh and he made this too:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBZ-x9D8HaI/AAAAAAAAC5k/BirmfNZgCSs/s1600/Ruxpin_Raviolli.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBZ-x9D8HaI/AAAAAAAAC5k/BirmfNZgCSs/s400/Ruxpin_Raviolli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482708993039932834" /></a><br />IT'S TEDDY RUXPIN<br />WEARING MASCARA<br />WITH TINY RAVIOLI HANDS<br />READING MOTHERFUCKING <a href="http://firstkisszine.tumblr.com/">FIRST KISS</a>!!!!<br /><br />I DARE YOU TO QUESTION WHETHER OR NOT THIS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://feelslikewhitelightning.blogspot.com/">Elizzzzaaaaabbbbbeeetttthhhhh</a> what do we do about this?!?!?!lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698150891194256.post-12387169018854498512010-06-09T12:43:00.000-07:002010-06-25T22:36:57.838-07:00where the day took meAs you may have heard by now, Chloe showed her new line for Opening Ceremony yesterday in NYC. She got all her friends to be the models. I was one of those friends. FUN ZONE.<br /><br />I want to own everything in the collection. All the dresses are pretty, comfy, and to quote my own self, "movable." I especially love the leopard print and the navy with white polka dots. Here, I'll just show you with pictures...<br /><br />This is Dakota and she's wearing leather shorts that also come in white, but they are buttery soft and very..."movable." She's also wearing a crop top but most of the other t-shirts have Gothic kind of prints that remind me of Morrissey songs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TA_xUkWKR7I/AAAAAAAAC4E/jY2tRIK-PaA/s1600/chloe1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TA_xUkWKR7I/AAAAAAAAC4E/jY2tRIK-PaA/s400/chloe1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480864607189485490" /></a><br /><br />I think Carol looks really pretty in this print medley, and a little perfect navy cardigan is not always as easy to find as one would think.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TA_7taEWH9I/AAAAAAAAC4M/Jb3MfNNkBcY/s1600/chloe2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TA_7taEWH9I/AAAAAAAAC4M/Jb3MfNNkBcY/s400/chloe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480876029043417042" /></a><br /><br />SHOEGASM! Strawberry socks, models own. (*Side note: there is an actual store on 6th ave called Shoegasm and it's kind of really good).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBACfYirlMI/AAAAAAAAC4c/IVl2UkXV27k/s1600/chloeclog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBACfYirlMI/AAAAAAAAC4c/IVl2UkXV27k/s400/chloeclog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480883484697007298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBACe9vnaRI/AAAAAAAAC4U/YuQWsdGpGIQ/s1600/chloe3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBACe9vnaRI/AAAAAAAAC4U/YuQWsdGpGIQ/s400/chloe3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480883477503502610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBADKrbarQI/AAAAAAAAC4k/mPjBBX8MTZc/s1600/chloe5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBADKrbarQI/AAAAAAAAC4k/mPjBBX8MTZc/s400/chloe5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480884228501187842" /></a><br /><br />Rita Ackerman's hot ass<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBADW_o6-vI/AAAAAAAAC4s/cADE9EryK_A/s1600/chloe4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBADW_o6-vI/AAAAAAAAC4s/cADE9EryK_A/s400/chloe4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480884440084970226" /></a><br /><br />I loved Anna's outfit because it included every print.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBADibB7YWI/AAAAAAAAC40/28UhyDYGeX4/s1600/chloe8pattern.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBADibB7YWI/AAAAAAAAC40/28UhyDYGeX4/s400/chloe8pattern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480884636416172386" /></a><br /><br />I wore one of these varsity jackets too. They're reversible so your dream of owning a rayon leopard or polka dot or black or gingham varsity jacket can now become a reality. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAEbGIzXII/AAAAAAAAC48/QMrAM1ZYu54/s1600/chloevarsity.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAEbGIzXII/AAAAAAAAC48/QMrAM1ZYu54/s400/chloevarsity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480885610060405890" /></a><br /><br />The food had a Marie Antoinette stee.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAEy1HWJcI/AAAAAAAAC5E/0M1NavrgYk4/s1600/chloe7food.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAEy1HWJcI/AAAAAAAAC5E/0M1NavrgYk4/s400/chloe7food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480886017807754690" /></a><br /><br />PINK CRATES?!?! WHERE DO I GET PINK CRATES!?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAE_nCR8UI/AAAAAAAAC5M/IUmqXE-dahY/s1600/chloecrates.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAE_nCR8UI/AAAAAAAAC5M/IUmqXE-dahY/s400/chloecrates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480886237366710594" /></a><br /><br />Not sure if you can tell, but my sunglasses have hearts in the eyes. HEARTS IN MY EYES!!! In other words, if you have a crush on a girl and you want to get her a present, bingo! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAFxCcvSII/AAAAAAAAC5U/K7dtVXkWsBk/s1600/chloe9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAFxCcvSII/AAAAAAAAC5U/K7dtVXkWsBk/s400/chloe9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480887086539032706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAGV3as2VI/AAAAAAAAC5c/KwkNm4j__cA/s1600/chloehearts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMs9w-EpPiM/TBAGV3as2VI/AAAAAAAAC5c/KwkNm4j__cA/s400/chloehearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480887719232854354" /></a><br />HAPPINESS.lesley arfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251652907347766927noreply@blogger.com