PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

So, what's with the rain?

I thought L.A. was supposed to be full of sun and warmth.

Whine, whine, whine. It's all you people do. It's just rain. Get over it.

This is like the beginning of a really bad horror flick, one that has the deadly potential to be completely cheesy in the way that would normally force me to turn the channel back to Food Network. You know, some people may ask me: “Lois, whatever are you doing watching a Thirty Minute Meals marathon?” Well, here’s the thing folks: There aren’t any bad ‘need to be thrown from a cliff’ actors prancing around a kitchen while Rachel shows us all how to make a garden salad with raspberry vinaigrette. I mean, yeah, I can’t cook worth crap, but still. I can sit there and watch other people make (rumored) delicious meals in under thirty minutes because that's just how it…

Wow, now I’m really starting to get off topic, so excuse me while I throw myself back onto the original rant.

So, I was having a nice walk outside the Daily Planet when some jackass just comes up from behind me and… well, that’s the thing… I don’t really know what he did. I mean, I saw him for like, a second or two, and the next thing I know I’m waking up in some trashy apartment in LA, with Mr. Tall Dark and Psycho nowhere to be seen. I mean honestly, what kind of scoundrel kidnaps a lady and then fails to show up when she opens her eyes? That’s so not very Prince Charming like, and whoever you are, there will be no second date. So forget about calling me. It’s off.

At least he was considerate enough to leave my laptop here.

How pathetic. There's nothing wrong with a little darkness.

Another dark Thursday err Monday?