Casual Friday = Laundry Day Attire?

Ok. I love to be all casual and comfy just as much as the next girl. But being casual does not mean foregoing style. Especially at work. I work in an environment that doesn't exactly scream "corporate," but still, one should take some care in presenting herself to the world no matter what the dress code is. Today, I bore witness to an outfit that belonged in an episode of The Facts of Life or Who's The Boss. All that was missing was the hair scrunchy.

1. A pair of elastic waistbanded stretch denim leggings
2. A floral patterned velour (I know! Velour!) sweatshirt type thing
3. Moccasins!

Ladies, no one under the age of 85 should even own such atrocities! These garments should be burned and the remains buried in a landfill.

Sad Mac

That's Figgy, my nine year old orange tabby sitting patiently by as I try to resurrect 14 gigabytes worth of my work from my eight year old Mac that recently collapsed on me. Ah, Figgy, he has no idea just how frazzled his mistress is. Lucky boy. He has never needed a computer, a car, or even a date. So, he doesn't know what misery those things can bring upon us foolish humans. When did technology, or the need for it, take over my life? There was a time when I didn't even own a computer, much less need one. But now, I can't go a day without one! And a car? Well, there are times I fantasize about living in Manhattan where owning a car is sort of like owning a yacht. A luxury you really don't need and can't afford to park. But I live in Los Angeles, which is car-city. And I rather like zipping along the canyon roads in my cute little Matrix. And a date? Well, let me tell you, I have been on about 20 dates in the last few months and only a couple didn't end in me cursing the City of Angels for attracting only shallow, empty-headed, yet undeniably beautiful men. In the immortal words of Cameron Diaz from Charlie's Angels, "do you know how hard it is to find a quality man in Los Angeles?" Sister, I know!

But even though my computer's hard drive has gone the way of the dodo, dear Lucie carries on! And luckily I know a few good men who can always be called upon to fix my hard drive when it crashes, change a flat tire when I drive backwards over a row of spikes, or stroke my ego when LA men break my heart. But wouldn't life just be so much simpler as a cat? Well, as a much loved and spoiled rotten cat. Just look at Figgy. Not a care in the world. But then again, he doesn't have any balls. And he never leaves my apartment. So, on second thought. I think I like being human. Even when my computer crashes.

Ciao,
Lucie

Why Voting is Such a Bitch

I am a good citizen. Since becoming eligible to vote at the tender age of 18, I have never missed an opportunity to cast my ballot. But standing in line yesterday at a Korean church (why are election polls even held in a church? It seems fundamentally unconstitutional to have to step inside a church to vote!), I discovered the reason so many people elect to stay home on voting day. The volunteers (bless their hearts for even showing up at such a maddening event)apparently couldn't be more confused by the process than Jessica Simpson at a Buffalo Wing factory. What should have been a quick in and out procedure took half an hour simply because the volunteers couldn't figure out which ballot to give to voters. Not only was that bad enough, I had to stand in line for-freaking-ever just to sign my name on some list and then go get in yet another line so a volunteer could draw a line through my address on another list. Is there some reason this could not all be done in one step???? The actual voting only took about two minutes. The rest of my time was spent tapping my foot irritably and scowling at overburdened volunteers. Sheesh!

Lucie's Latest Love: Fug!

I realize I'm late to the party on this one. Even though I live smack in the heart of Hollywood, I do a damn good job of avoiding celebrity gossip. I mean, there are just so many important issues going on in the world that spending one's time gobbling up reports about Britney's latest public meltdown seems rather sad and tacky. I am also one of the few American women not glued to their TV sets on award show nights. In fact, I actively avoid such programs. They're just too damn boring. But I will admit to getting on the net the following day and scoping out the fashion faux pas and triumphs of the celebs. It's the girl in me, I guess.

So, lately, I'd been hearing so much about www.gofugyourself.com that I decided I just had to take a peek. And of course, now I'm absolutely obessesed with it. For one, there are the fab photos of glamorous gals to gape over (I love alliteration!), but the best part is the commentary. Those writers are brilliant! You simply must have a look! Go Fug Yourself!

Ciao,
Lucie