Accepting my Sasquatch feet, on camera.
Author: Lauren Bair
I'm an actress and writer, living in Los Angeles. Maybe you've seen me in that thing one time? Maybe you were in that thing that one time? I dunno. Either way, nice to meet you! XO, Lauren
The Camembert.
This story starts out alright. Ervin and I were sipping almond milk lattes at Intelligentsia in Silverlake. I'm always torn between -- wait. What am I saying. I'm never torn. All I do is 1. Try not to chug my drink, and 2. Make some sort of conversation while I'm 3. ACTUALLY watching people and wondering…
Couples Yoga.
I'm a decent person. I'm into fitness and health (shh, fridge pizza, shhhhh). I like when people are happy and in love... But y'know... what really gets me jazzed about livin'... COUPLES ACRO YOGA. Mmmmmmm.... fuckin love it. Have you seen this trend? (Have you DONE it?? Be honest.) Not only is it Instagram perfection, it manages to convey, "LOOK…
Bairs / Los Angeles
Hey hey!! I know it's been a while, but I'm back, betches ;) And to the one person still reading this blog, this one goes out to YOU! (Mom, if it's you, pretend you're someone else, in the comments...) So, my parents just visited me in Los Angeles, and if it's not cool to wanna…
The Pleather Pants
I was thinking, YES. This is a happening. I got my boots, my LA-fake-Autumn sweater… my pleather H&M pants that fit like a glove. Like a glove that’s one size too small, on the hand of a man with sausage fingers. BUT. Still good. In my mind I almost looked like: Or even a little…
Rich-or-Treat.
It's my super favorite time of year at my delivery job! Where the night settles in just as my shift is starting, and I'm blindly feeling for doorbells and buzzers on dark porches where people have forgotten to leave the lights on for "service workers", like me. When dead bodies, bloody brides and elaborate pumpkin arrangements are common…
Call of Duty. Jury Duty.
This is the real story of one woman, one murder, really complicated words, a disappearing knife, and a crappy cappuccino. To be honest, I had been postponing my jury duty for months already. "I don't get paid for this shit..." I mumbled to myself as I punched in the numbers to check in for my summons. It was…
