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Anyone who knows me knows that for the most part I’d rather stick a red hot poker in my eye than go to two places on the planet. 1- The grocery store and 2- Walmart.

I have my reasons. I don’t like people wandering aimlessly. I don’t like screaming kids. I don’t like people at all much actually and the grocery store drives me insane with all the wandering, screaming, and paying for stuff that tends to go bad before I can use it all. Walmart is like that combined with the company’s sucky political leanings and let’s face it, the majority of Walmarts I’ve ever been in are filthy and chaotic and there is NEVER a good time to go to them.

When I moved here I was excited about there being a Target. I’m team Target all the way. Except our Target is well… kinda disappointing. It’s a lot like the older Targets in Bakersfield or even the one in Santa Maria. Just kinda janky and not that clean and not the Target I dreamed of (Oh Rosedale Target, you ruined me for everyone)

It’s pretty hot here in Chico and up until a couple of hours ago I only owned one pair of shorts. Lots of reasons, mostly I used to be as fat as a house before my tour of duty at Wild and it wasn’t often hot enough to wear shorts where I lived before. Having already checked out Target, I took a deep breath and went to the Chico Walmart.

Holy crap. This is the nicest freakin’ Walmart I’ve ever been in. Clean. Well organized. Hella stocked with loads of cute crap for my house and surprisingly free of creepy people or screaming babies. In other words, it was sort of like the Target I had imagined.

I ended up walking around for awhile checking some stuff out and buying some denim shorts from the Miley Cyrus juniors line…. No I’m not kidding

Yes I can fit into clothes from Miley Cyrus’s junior line. Hi, what’s up?

I did escape before purchasing a Justin Bieber CD. Damn you Bieber fever….


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how to piss off a radio dj in 30 seconds or less

Okay for those of you not in radio let me start by saying this: a radio DJ’s headphones are like… well they’re like their LIVES. Headphones are one of the few things most of us will shell out some serious bank on (and really when you’re in our business anything over five bucks is serious cash, but I digress) and most people have a pair that cost a MINIMUM of 70+ dollars. At least.

They are also kind of a personal item. I mean we wear them on our heads and our ears, and clean as anyone is, that’s kind of some intimate contact. As a rule, most people don’t share hairbrushes and q-tips, so you get the idea.

What some people do not understand is that headphones are a piece of sensitive equipment and being the neurotic crazy people most radio folks are, we do fetishize them a tiny bit and probably are overly sensitive about our personal pairs. It’s pretty rare to lend them out and often times it’s almost impossible to use someone else’s because your pair sounds and feels the way you want them to. These are your ears, so to speak and using someone else’s headphones is like trying to hear with someone else’s ears. Even if you’re comfortable rubbing something on your head that’s been on someone else’s head (and believe me, I’ve borrowed a pair here and there for various reasons) most of the time it just feels, weird.

Anyway back to the point… I don’t lend my headphones out very often. I’m obviously extremely crazy about them. While I didn’t purchase them personally, they weren’t cheap and I can not imagine being able to afford to replace them with a comparable pair any point in the near future. I also can’t see myself using anything but these. I love them.

That being said, I do on occasion let someone else use them. Like I let Jeremy use them for like five minutes the other day when he was learning the board/automation system again and he gave them back to me in the same condition I handed them to him in, because yo, V-Rock gets it, right? But when I lend them out and they come back to me… well okay with the cords all wrapped up around the headband/ear pieces that makes me nuts, because it does damage the wires inside the cords. Think about when you pinch off a hose to stop the flow of water if that doesn’t make sense. Or when I lend them out and then have to go track down the adapter that plugs into the mixing board because someone either left it plugged into the board or just pulled it off and left it on the counter? Man that makes me see red, because what if it’s lost? How do I do my show without being able to plug myself into the board?

Other things people have done that almost drove me to a rage fit… wearing too much hair gel and using my headphones (so gross!) not putting them back in the drawer or handing them to me, you know just tossing them on a desk, out of their little bag? Arrugh maddening. Or tangling the cords and just leaving them knotted up. Taking them without asking? Man I want to cut a bitch when that happens, and when you work in a place without locking drawers, cabinets, etc, it will happen. (Both the stealing of headphones and the me cutting a bitch.)

Am I the only one who’s this crazy?

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viva craigslist

So yesterday I found a futon for free on Craigslist!

It looks a little bit like this:

I used the station vehicle to go pick it up, which was an adventure in itself. It’s 1987 Chevy Suburban, raised tires, huge, no air conditioning. It was like driving a living room. A really hot living room.

I also dragged this futon up my stairs by myself. Rawr. I am completely able to take care of myself. You have to be. I’m all independent like Beyonce sings about.

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the sad ballad of Stephanie’s iPhone

It’s the damnedest thing. I love my iPhone. I take care of it, like it’s some kind of baby or something. My iPhone is at my side constantly and I have never done wrong by this phone. Usually my phone does pretty swell by me as well.

Until I moved an hour and a half from the nearest Apple store. And my home button (basically the button that makes the phone freakin’ work) went out.

I have to mail the phone out today to get repaired. Or replaced. Either way, I’ll be without my iPhone for about a week. I’m sad. I’m cranky. I’m also without my camera basically as a result.

Did I mention that I’m REALLY tired of sleeping on the floor? What does that have to do with my iPhone? Nothing. I’m just generally cranky. And have a sore neck/back/etc. Sue me.


back into your head

When I lived in San Luis Obispo, my home “office,” as it were was the Black Sheep Bar and Grill on Chorro. It wasn’t always the case but during my employment drought a friend of mine started working the day shift there and a couple of times a week just to get out of the house, I’d take my laptop or a book up there and go hang out with John while he worked. John and I would shoot the bull about music and I’d get to talk to someone other than my cat for an hour or so.

John moved on to another job about the same time I started working at Wild and Nicole came back from her hiatus. I love Nicole. Since the Sheep is a lunch spot too, I’d stop in and see her a couple of times a week and have the vegetarian chili and talk music and fashion and Hello Kitty and of course boys, I mean what is good girl time without gossip about boys. Also the Black Sheep became our after work happy hour spot. No idea why, there are a million bars in SLO county, but Teresa and I would go to the Sheep after work for a Safety Meeting, which was basically us whining about our jobs and boys. Hey what’s girl time without some whining about boys? You know this is 50% of what we do, when you’re not around guys…

While I was making the transition from SLO to Chico I used to go the Black Sheep and make phone calls on their back patio. AT&T picked that week to just destroy service in my home area, so my phone was useless at the house. I had to go to SLO for one thing or another every day anyway, so I just blocked out time to sit in the back where it was quiet and do my thing. And gossip with Nicole about my plans and sometimes, yeah I’d get weepy and scared and Nicole was always ready to tell me I was doing the right thing, that I was going to be great and that I was going to be happy, just like a good friend does. And a couple of weeks ago she sent me a card that made me laugh so hard…

It’s funny to think you can miss a bar. And really it’s not the bar I miss, it’s the familiarity, the friendships I made with a few people who worked there and the ability to walk in, ask for “something red,” to drink (I tried that here, man that didn’t go as well as I would have liked) and pick up mid conversation where you left off.

It’s a Monday morning, which was normally a Black Sheep lunch day for me. Vegetarian chili, Tegan and Sara, Betsy Johnson bags, gossip gossip gossip and a hug to get my week started. I miss it.

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this one time

A long time ago, the last time I was a single girl in the world, this song was very very popular.


I remember one time, driving home from a date,(this one of course more promising than the last, ain’t that always the way? Ha) and hearing it. It was summer time, wasn’t it always back then and I had my windows down and was driving down the 101 back to Grover Beach and for a minute, just one minute, I felt like I was in a movie, or that life was always going to be the most beautiful thing or even, I don’t know, my own little happy ending was out there…

That freeway, that person (good lord this was at least six five or six years ago, right?) and that time is gone. But I still love this song…

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next step

Hey Stephanie, what are you doing in Chico?

-Taking huge leaps with my eyes closed at all times. The surprise is the pay off right?

-Missing my friends back home like crazy. I talk to most of them every single day. People you wouldn’t expect even… People I didn’t expect. Man I carry you guys in my heart like you don’t even know.

-Finding my way around town. This hasn’t been too much of a problem in awhile.

-listening to a lot of music, laying in the sun, day dreaming, thinking about radio.

-Did I mention missing people? There are people I miss like a limb. I don’t want to call them out here, because that just swells egos, but they know who they are. Or they should. If they don’t, they’re deaf and blind and just as silly as ever. So they probably don’t. So, hey I miss you.

-Meeting people. You have to, you know when you don’t know anyone, making friends is the name of the game, and I’m trying to do it.

-Joining a gym. Or I will be in the next couple of weeks. Hollah, it’s trade bitches.

-eating sushi. Which I need to knock off.

-Feeling like me again, which wasn’t happening much in the last couple of months in SLO. Nothing dramatic, I just really started to question my path in life and if I was doing the right thing for a living (i.e. do you HAVE to love what you do, or can you just do something for money? Me and a few other bad asses I know HAVE to love it.)

-taking pictures. seeing new things. sitting in creeks. going to bikini car washes. seeing new dj’s.

-Sleeping on the floor.

So now you’re caught up.