Greetings from West Hollywood

I brought my camera out here, 'cause I'm fixin' to rustle up an old-fashioned PHOTOBLOG! YEE-HAW!

This charming self-portrait was snapped in my hotel room not ten minutes ago. I told the guy at the front desk that I was going to throw my TV in the pool like Keith Moon. And he was like "Very good, miss." Try as I might, I just can't seem to ruffle these heavy-lidded Californians! Frustrating.

GRAAAARGGGH! I'M A TIGER! IF YOU ARE IN THE LOS ANGELES AREA, PLEASE SEND STEAKS (PREFERABLY RUTH'S CHRIS) AND SOME DIET MOUNTAIN DEW.

Yes, I am wearing Chas Tenenbaum track pants.

Don't you love the way the light catches my polyester hair?

Do you concur that we are, in fact, two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year?

I'm a nurd.

Dang, I'm getting tired already. Time to forage for caffeine, jog in place, and focus on this week's pitches. Much love from the Hills. I'll say hello to L.C. if I run into her at Hyde.

P.S. I am enjoying John Mayer's blog a little too much.