It's so freaking hot in L.A. I heard it was raining in the Midwest and I almost burst into tears.
One day my mom and I were shopping here in LA and she wanted something that cost about 400 dollars. She was so disappointed she didn't have the cash on her. So I told her to just use her credit card and she said she couldn't because she wasn't sure how much money she had in her French bank. I didn't see the connection. The French government is a wee bit socialistic (although capitalists at heart) and they don't allow their citizens to overspend, thus no bankruptcies etc etc. If you use your credit card, it acts like a debit card, not enough money in the bank? No Can Buy Overpriced Crap. They're never in debt. At the time I thought that was SO DUMB. Now? Not so much.
You know how I hate Twitter, texting and people who talk on their cell phones without an earpiece while they're driving?
I don't get why or HOW we adults grew up without these things and still are lousy communicators. Most of us are frozen at the thought of cocktail party chatter, job interviews, going on a blind date, asking your neighbor for a favor. IMAGINE how fucked up the kids today are gong to be when they get to be our age? Especially men. I can think of only one man I ever went out with who was a good communicator. All the rest barely listened, were watching three games at the same time or just ignoring me. Although women ignore me too. As usual, I'm part of the problem, not the solution.
I find Twitter the worst of them all. "My cat just ran by holding a dead mouse in its mouth." WHY DOES THAT MATTER TO COMPLETE STRANGERS? Newsflash, that is not interesting. My friend Tommy at Hollywood Dad is back and posting and he called me yesterday to tell me he ran into and talked to Posh Spice and David Beckham. That's a pretty big get in LA. He blogged (WITH PICTURES) about it so go already. But would I Twitter that to anyone? Half of you don't think that's interesting so why bore you with it? Although I just did.
Why must we always be in touch? I never texted my mom and asked her to bring my lunch because I forgot it; she made sure I HAD it when I left the house and she had 3 jobs, 2 kids and a 4 bedroom house with no help. AND a husband who ignored her.
That train crash we had here in LA a few weeks ago killed 25 people. The moron driving the train sent 57 texts that day while he was on the train and the last one was sent 22 seconds before the crash. I'm sorry he was killed so he couldn't spend the rest of his life in prison.
It's Uproarious time, where I'm revealing my fav female comic.
So have conversations. Stop typing. Have your people call my people.
End of chat.
