I had a very nice valentines day and then Steven took me on this sunset cruise which took 1 and a half hours to complete.

There were some really drunk and possibly high (off of pills like vicodin) white people who sat with us at our table towards the end of the boat ride. They were really loud and obnoxious, and at some point started singing very loudly. I was really put off by their behavior. Although I know it's bad to generalize, I always find myself thinking "how typical it is for these people to behave this way" - then I feel that I shouldn't have had these thoughts at all. Perhaps it was because I had partially goaded Steven into giving an uncomfortable though marvelous rendition of Sinatra's fly with me song. He has a wonderful voice and I wish he'd sing more often in public. I often imagine that he could be a star at some jazz club someday. However, I felt guilty afterwards for prostrating him for these unappreciative drunkards, and that perhaps I had done so was because I unconsciously felt that because they were white, we were obliged to please them. I don't know- maybe I am over thinking the situation, but when I had that realization, I felt ashamed of my actions.

It's not okay to be racist, but this is funny:

Sometimes I just feel so irritated with everything.

On Sunday night, before we left to come back to my house, Steven and I saw a bunch of police gathered around the apartment complex across from his place in Irvine. I thought it had something to do with the car that had recently been stolen from Steven's apartment, but it turned out that there was a couple found dead in a vehicle in the complex across from his. It turns out that the couple shot dead was the daughter of an ex-police chief and her fiancé.

It's weird, but that little incident, which was weird because it happened in a really safe and well to do neighborhood, became connected to a series of other incidents this week including the shooting and murders of some police. Today we found out that the guy responsible for all of this is a guy named Christopher Dorner.

http://hiphopandpolitics.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/uncensored-manifesto-from-retired-lapd-officer-christopher-dorner/

The link shows you his manifesto. He basically wrote a mini book talking about why he is doing what he is doing. I would sympathize with him, but it's not right to kill people just because you are angry at them. He needed therapy, but unfortunately, no one helped him. When I read his manifesto, I see parallels of my own monsters and demons inside of me, yearning to break out and destroy everything. But I know it's not right- ultimately the world can rape and pillage a person, stripping them of all of their rights and happiness, but you have to remain a better person and believe that someone higher above will be the ultimate judge of what happens on earth. As much as it would make me satisfied to take out a shotgun and blow the brains out of every douchebag who drives recklessly on the freeway cutting me off or tailgating everyone, I know that the immediate satisfaction of doing so could lead to long and possibly lifetime guilt. Is it worth it? No.

I do feel for Dorner, and I hope that he and his victims and their families will find their peace.

http://m.nydailynews.com/1.1257595

I'm addicted to pulling out weeds. Especially dandelion weeds. My whole body is sore from gardening. Have I finally found a physical activity that I actually might enjoy? Hmmm

Today I went to La Grande Orange Cafe - more food adventures with Avi, Jackie and Karishma. We are a very hungry bunch.

It's my 28th birthday today. Had lunch with Avi and friends. Steven gave me a bunch of awesome gifts including a worm composter!!

I bought a new set of drawers from ikea and used it to organize all the crap off my desk. Feels good to clean it all up!

On the right, some food from Haus desserts in K-town. There is also a picture of the fire pit from the rooftop of Steven's condo. We finally started filming part of his script yesterday, and it was pretty interesting.

I went to the LACMA museum today with Steven to see the Stanley Kubrick exhibition. Steven was really into it. What made the trip worthwhile for me though was seeing the typewriter used in The Shining, a cappuccino from C&M, and seeing Russell Brand (who was also visiting the Kubrick exhibition). I was too shy to ask for a picture so I took a picture of other people who were taking a picture of him.

On a side note, it's funny that in his most recent tabloid he is picking his nose in pretty much the same outfit I saw him wearing today. I think that's his most endearing quality - doing gross things in public.

Steven took me to Roman Cucina, and we watched Downton Abbey back at home. Then he surprised me with flowers and a gift!