A week from today, I’ll be in L.A. visiting the Tomato. He harasses me all the time about how I never visit. He’s right. I do not love Los Angeles despite loving people who reside there. I can’t remember when the last time was that I was there? Definitely not since I moved to Seattle three years ago. How he remains my friend despite my lack of visiting is beyond me. It is a well known fact that he requires a lot of attention!
This is Tomato and I circa 1996. Thirteen years ago when I was blonde, thin and, it appears, very melancholy. Maybe I was posing so as to demonstrate my infinite sadness that Tomato, my high school boyfriend, actually likes boys. Maybe I was upset about my brown roots- they were pretty bad. This was what I refer to as my Sharon Stone period. Though I never flashed while underwearless in a skirt. (That I can recall.)
All of this is to say that HEY! LOS ANGELES PEOPLES! I am coming to your city. Maybe we should grab a drink? Let me know if you want in on the details by commenting. I promise to wear underwear when we meet.
For further reading, I’m hiring my friend Matt as my PR Man or maybe my PIMP. (I’m warning you now that the post has to do with sexual things.)
*Blatantly stolen from a Jurassic 5 song.