i love my life.

so today i get out of work and of course trudge through 6 inches of charming utah powder in my ballet flats. i get it, i'm stupid.

then i make the one mile, 30 minute trek home along with hundreds of other drivers that i swear have been air lifted here from pasadena just this afternoon. i figure it's probably not a good idea to go to salt lake tonight like i had originally planned.

but then i go home and oh, what's this? no power or heat at my place because the roommate who moved out had everything shut off last week and didn't tell me? and even though i had things turned back on and paid the asinine deposits and was told i would be made a priority given the weather, everything was STILL in the off position like my ipod during an airplane landing (that always annoys me)?

yeah.

oh, and my cell phone battery is dying and i've been on hold with the power company for 20 minutes with no sign of a customer service rep helping me in the next year or so?

you get it.

so i use the remaining cell phone battery i've got to illuminate my room enough to locate: cell phone charger, laptop, laptop charger, purse, coat, scarf, boots and any two socks, load everything up and head out.

and i have no food in my house because i only got back from christmas six days ago and hadn't made it to the store yet (again, stupid) and i was planning on having something tasty during my supposed jaunt to salt lake, natch.

no problem, i thought. there is a little caesar's on the way to my friends' house. i'll grab a $5 pizza. and can i tell you i was quite a sight at that little caesar's. picture this:

green sweatpants tucked into my furry brown boots
matching green hoodie (hood ON my head)
remains of today's makeup lining the crevasses of the stress wrinkles around my eyes and mouth
cashmere pashmina draped elegantly about my neck
black pea coat topping it all off
bad attitude seeping from my pores

only, what's this? hollylynn's wallet fell out of her purse somewhere between the illuminated office and the illuminated pizza joint? and she doesn't get any dinner? and hopefully she can find her wallet if/when her power and heat ever are turned on?

suffice it to say, it hasn't been my night.

my dear friends are letting me blog, call the utility company and rant incoherently at their kitchen table while i wait. i love them.

but they don't have tv. and i am missing gossip girl.

don't tell me what i missed.

but i hear aaron rose is gone-zo. and i couldn't be happier.