Last weeks 20/20 offered another economic eye opener, you can buy anything online. Okay I knew that, but thought prostitution was only on street corners and Craigslist.

On a site called SeekingArrangement.com, women post trampy profiles with financial requirements and the rich dudes take their pick. They call it an “arrangement” cause it sounds nicer than Cash for Cooters.

The rich old guy in the story with a delightful grey ponytail was more than happy to brag about how well it works. He’s busy making millions and doesn’t have time for real dates, he likes a sure thing. He sounds so pragmatic about it all as they happily go on their fancy dinner dates. He even thinks his beloved Trampalicious might actually like him no matter what. Cut to his skank who sucks it for money…Um no, if he loses his cash, she says she’s out.

But I can find the good in any crappy situation….on the dates there would be some perverse relief, you always have to like the guy. He’s paying you, so you simply sit back and smile, pretending he’s the one. No pesky wondering if he likes dogs or enjoys hiking.

Of course it’s what comes after dinner that makes me sorta nauseous. The guy gets a sure thing. The women, condos and cars.

I’m so naive, last time I slept with a man for money it was called marriage.

At first I felt weird about paying someone to clean my apartment. Now I can’t imagine life without her. Recommended by a good friend, and 3 visits later, I’m sold.

I admit it, I’m a bit of a piggy. Not the kind of mess you’d notice, but the serious scrubbing and big time dusting stuff, I dread doing it. I’ve got shelves of books and tiny collectibles I had never cleaned. And never would have.

She took care of all that yesterday. But it had been 2 months since her last visit, it was bad. Let’s just say, no one should have gone in my shower. So of course I became one of those freaks who cleans up before the professional. I was embarrassed for her to see how I had let things go.

I know she needs the work, so of course I’ve recommended her to friends. Seems it’s one of those expenses lots of people are cutting back on. So many other luxuries I’m willing to give up, not my monthly Vicki.

When a friend leaves the company, keep something of theirs. You’ll both feel better.

A good friend got laid-off last week and he surprised me and left me his mirror. I had been admiring it from day one. I kept thinking how perfect it would be in my bedroom. He had lots of great stuff in his office, but I really wanted that mirror. I felt a little better about his leaving, knowing I could look at myself more. Or something like that.

I miss you AC, but see how great it looks in my place.

Waiting for the phonecall to hear that you’re getting laid off is torture.

We heard it was happening, and some even knew they were going, but then when it does it’s still sorta surprising. We’ve been looking around at who isn’t busy, who we could do without. Today it’s only 6 laid off, and it wasn’t me, but it’s not over yet. So there is no relief in still sitting here cause it will likely be more over the next months.

But it’s an end, and that’s what’s so hard. Working with people who are friends has been lovely. It’s what turns an okay job into one that I really care about.

Saying goodbye is never easy. And I’m just not ready.

I have a date with an actor.

I know, I know. Most women in LA have a strict “I don’t do actors” policy. But this one was so charming and great looking in an older-distinguished-sexy-dad kinda way. And maybe some actors are just normal working guys, it’s possible.

What if he was only acting charming? Well then he can act. So maybe he works too.

For just one date I’d be happy if he acted like an amusing guy with a together life and no need to cry or complain on my shoulder.

I mean he’s a fox and all, but he’s kinda needy.

I finally got to meet my sweet little nephew. My sister and her husband brought him to LA last week. He’s happy and easy to love. A “good” baby my mom calls him. But still.

We had to eat dinner at 6 pm. And stop for naps. And boobs. He didn’t like the car seat after 27 minutes so we couldn’t go too far. This little guy is already used to life in Austin, where everything is less than 26 minutes away. And he’s not into walking yet, so the stroller has to come along everywhere. There sure is a lot of stuff needed for every minute of a baby-day, I had no idea. He’s adorable, of course. But sheesh, I’m pretty sure I’m just not cut out for it.

Though it does feel like everyone I know either has one or wants one. Babies are so the right accessory these days. Think I’ll start with a dog.

A porcelain reusable cup for coffee whores.

Most of us recycle, use cloth shopping bags and own water bottles. But then go and throw away a cup or two each day. Now you can stop.

My friend DJ just got hers at a coffee shop in Venice for 22$. Yes, it can go in the microwave too. I don’t even drink coffee and want one. It’s made by DCI but their site says they are sold out, they are catching on. So here’s another place to get one:

http://www.organize.com/i-am-not-a-paper-cup.html/

So finding love is a numbers game, my mom was right. This guys story gives me and my girlfriends hope and scares us at the same time.

His 13 year marriage ended and he hopped online to date the same month. Red flag for me, but some women don’t mind. I prefer a guy who’s been alone just a few minutes. And ya know, is actually divorced.

But he was determined, and dated 50 women in 18 months. Some he just met once. And some he saw a few times. Exhausting huh. But for this couple it did work out. For me, only 41 more to go.

Here’s his story and a photo from the NY times:
 
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/05/fashion/05generationb.html?_r=1/

I woke up to this today. My orchid that blooms only once a year has come out again. It’s gotta be a sign right? This kind of beauty marks the start of something big, I just know it. Layoffs will not happen. Traffic will be nothing. I’ll win the lottery. Stop dreaming about one of my ex’s. Give up diet coke. Find a not-scary house I like for under $400k. So far, nothing, unless you count lunch at my favorite mexican food place….but I’ll keep you posted.

We were practically sisters. Both from Texas, and our February birthdays were only 1 day apart.

As a young girl I hoped that maybe we were really related and my hair would eventually grow to look just like hers. And Jacklyn Smith and Kate Jackson would have been our best friends. In my mind, I was the forgotten but best, 4th angel.

Then she chose roles in the 80’s that got conversations started and shed light on violence against women.

And she bravely went public with her long painful struggle with cancer.

Okay, so she was a Superstar Bad ass, we had nothing in common, I see that now. We probably didn’t even use the same hair products.

It was easy to love the idea that Farrah and Ryan would finally get married after years of being together on and off. Must be that 12-year old girl in each of us, still always hoping for a happy ending.