//all adventurous women do//

It's a little less than 5 hours until the new year, two thousand fifteen...

I watched "Tiny Furniture" the other day, in the spirit of my binge watching all things that are Lena Dunham. It was great to see the connection between the characters in the movie, the TV show and also to see how she incorporates real life events and stories from her experiences, like her YouTube video "The Fountain" referenced in this article:

http://www.cineoutsider.com/reviews/bluray/t/tiny_furniture_br.html

"In the age of excessive air-brushing, there's something refreshing about Dunham's unintentional celebration of ordinariness thanks to her exhibitionist streak."

It reminded me of the time my friend Michele took me to Bonny Doon / Davenport beach side for the first time. She waits until we have driven the ~hour long journey, parked the car and walking up to the beach when she says, "By the way, did I mention this was a nude beach?"

Despite the optional clothing, the creepiest thing was the most 'naked' person on the beach was an average, middle aged man who decided to go 'bottomless' while keeping his t-shirt on. He spent his time watching families and touching himself and then periodically jogging back and forth in front of everyone who were staring out towards the ocean, in a "LOOK AT ME!" nonchalance. 

How disappointed the adolescent males must have been to see the obvious absence of any porn star / Victoria's Secret models showing off their tatas, and simply left with an unimpressive penis bouncing by every now and then.

//when you love someone you don't always have to be nice//

Binge-watching "Girls" Season 1 and Season 2 right now...

I am actually surprised how interesting the show is to me. I was trying to describe how the show was "weird, but good weird...funny...real and depressing, but relatable." It makes me happy to see a show that doesn't use silicone-enhanced, Lohan-tanned, freakishly thin and tall models nuding up for the sex scenes, but real looking people that are very genuine.

It has the kind of characters that you hate, but love them anyways. Twenty-something, sexual experimentation, juvenile romance, rejection, looking for distractions to make the struggles and sadness in the world more tolerable, even just for a moment.

This post is filled with an abundance of hyphens.

//these will all be stories some day//

Today was the first day of my two week winter break. 

I went to my cat sitting job and was just finishing up. I was outside scooping litter into a blue bucket when someone inside the house started banging on the window, startling me. The elderly father came into the house and was trying not to scare me, despite the fact that I was the only one there with two cats, and he entered the house without me knowing it.

I came back through the house, with an empty cat litter box in one hand and a bucket of cat feces in the other. He held his hand out to shake my hand and upon realizing I had my hands full, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and asked for my name and phone number.

I told him I needed to throw the stuff out in the garbage, which took several times explaining this before I could get outside. After I returned, and washed my hands, we officially met.

I tried to find out where the trash bags were and his responses were "Oh, I live in Palo Alto", "Yeah...the cats are really active" and "The trash goes out on Tuesday". 

Once I tried to leave, he wrangled me into listening to his phone message which was too garbled for him to understand. The only problem was, he had called someone who kept saying "Hello?....Hello?" while he asked me what the message said. 

I had to take the phone with him to find out who she was, which was a librarian at the Mountain View Library. She had no idea why we were calling her, but he wanted me to find out why the library had been calling him. After finding out his library card number we could only discern that he may or may not have been called about a book on hold...

Once I was in my car and about to leave, he shuffled over to the car and made the 'roll the window down' sign, but my car wasn't started yet. When I went to start the car he shook his head no and made the window sign again, but I could only roll down the window when the car was on.

He then proceeded to tell me that his house he originally bought for $13,000 was now worth well over $1,000,000 and that was that. 

Then I went and did yoga with my dad and came home to wait for our couch guest tonight.

Almost time for my medication...