I live in Hollywood. On Hollywood Blvd. Kind of smack dab in-between a lot of fancy houses, in a low-key 1 BR apartment on the bus line. When strangers ask where I live, I usually give them the cross streets for the nearest Rite Aid, because *smart*, and also I'm there most of the time … Continue reading Location, location, location.
I moved in with Ervin in June. And this is our new place in Hollywood. I want to be like one of those bloggin'istas that posts some adorable sneak peak, that makes you immediately Google your brains out, to find every last on-trend item for your very own. But this is not that apartment. And … Continue reading Apartment In Hollywoodland.
The other day, I was at 24Hr Fitness in Burbank, completing my new hire orientation to be a kickboxing instructor. If I’m gonna sweat my butt off anyway, why not be minimally compensated for it! The orientation went longer than I expected, and I wondered whether my stretchy pants tank top thing would become just … Continue reading Park It.
I was walking to the Hollywood Trader Joe's after work one day when I came upon the crumbly star of Franklin Pangborn on Sunset and Vine. Crushed by a bulldozer, lurking nearby. So many pieces. Itty, bitty, loose pieces. So, naturally, I took one. A tiny memento of great significance. To Franklin -- and to … Continue reading DIY: Walk of Fame.
Do what the sign says! "Ook, Holly, whatever you can do you can DO. Begin it." Random shots out of a moving car while driving it... XX, L