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REMINDER! Bonfire TONIGHT!


WHO: This is not exclusively for LiveJournal users. But you are being invited, nonetheless. Bring your friends, the more the merrier!

WHAT: Bonfire!

WHERE: Bolsa Chica, near Warner/PCH, as close to Lifeguard Tower 26 as we can get.

WHEN: Sunday, August 1st, 6:00PM - ?

HOW: Bring stuff to sit on, stuff to drink/eat, and stuff to burn. Free parking can be found in the large lot behind the Jack In The Box on PCH/Warner. Paid parking is $10 and is much less of a walk.

Seeya there!

(Cut'n'pasted from the oc livejournal communities.)

Squee! I wanna goooooo~~~~! Somebody please come with me? u.u


Fire! @__@

Kitty-Needs-An-LJ-shirt fundraiser

Okay, I don't know WHAT it is, but every frikkin' time I go to some LJ meeting, unless I drag someone along in the car with me, I end up wandering around and feeling stupid for most of an hour, if not more.

Can you guess what happened today? (And for those of you smart enough to write down contact info before leaving? I'm not. I'm a moron, I know. Tower 26 seemed clear enough, especially when looking for a firepit.)

After the fifth "Who the fuck is LiveJournal and WHY are you wearing jeans at the beach?" look from folks at bonfire pits near the lifeguard tower, I kinda sat on my ass on a low concrete fence behind #26 until 7:10 and looked for any familiar faces or snippets of "journal" conversations, and by then, I figured it wasn't worth the screaming kids and staring passers-by. So I wore tatty old jeans. Bite me, bitches. They're a lot easier to clean and/or throw away than my nice clothes. Same for the tee shirt and canvas bag. Fuckers.

Blew 20-odd bucks on snacks and crap, too. >.<

. . . So, in conclusion? I need a LiveJournal tee shirt of some sort. So I can pretend to be herding up strays as some kind of group leader when i go around to ask, instead of being the lost loser I normally am. o.O:: "Hey, we're missing a few folks for our meeting -- has anyone mentioned LiveJournal? No? Thanks." Lather, rinse, repeat.

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And I came home to my mom eating MY breakfast food (hello? I drag my ass out of bed at the asscrack of dawn for work, do NOT touch the only thing I'm going to be able to eat until 1pm, bitch!) And the "You have a whole other box!" argument? Yeah, that's the LUNCH one -- leave my frozen waffles alone! I now have food for 2 days instead of 3. WTF?!


. . . I can't WAIT to move out. . . (And I have no money, no financial stability, no degree, and the cheapest housing in Orange County is about $1000/month. Which is about three and a half weeks' pay, right now. Not good.)