Ha. Trust me, even I’m annoyed at the number of Internet entities dedicated to me. But I decided that, for networking and job-pursuing purposes, I needed to have a website I could put on a business card that people could go to and there would be no celebrity vagina, no discussion of psychiatric meds, and no vehement pro-choice, pro-gay, pro-Meghan McCain clamoring. My company, EB Media, used to have a website, but I think a long time ago I accidentally canceled the hosting service for that without saving any of the content because I cared about that website so much. Now when you Google “EB Media” you get the website of some chick who does PR in Nashville — also called EB Media. Her name is actually “Ebie,” which makes the business name adorable. She’s almost exactly my age and looks vaguely similar to me, which is weird. And also really confusing and probably bad for both our businesses. I incorporated before her, but still, I should be appearing somewhere in search results. So ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, SashaPasulka.com, new home of EB Media, LLC. I know, I know. It’s not much. But it’s not vagina, either.
I went to lunch and shopping today with my girlfriends Heather and Chelsia. What were we shopping for, you ask? Oh, only our SUPER AWESOME Halloween costumes. What are we going to be? That’s secret. But trust me when I say it is going to be AMAZING.
And I leave eeeeeearly tomorrow morning for the City of Angels to attend the Twitter conference. After all the dramz, Chelsia is, in fact, coming. (Side note: Chelsia is friends with Eminem. She told me this today and showed me texts from him. I never get jealous of shit like that, BUT I AM JEALOUS OF THIS. I want SO BADLY to be friends with Eminem. “We can drunk dial him when we’re in LA,” she offered sweetly, as she saw the envy flicker in my eyes. YES PLEASE.) Not only is she coming, but she has a place in LA, so I’m gonna skip the giant payment for the hotel and just crash with her. (I would have stayed with LA friends in the first place, but they all live in the South Bay, and the conference is at the Kodak Theater. So in terms of driving-to-the-event reasonableness, my friends may as well live in Mexico.) This worked out perfectly, because my friend Lacy was going to be staying at the hotel with me, but now she’s only staying for one night because her dog got seriously injured. He’s going to be fine, thank goodness, but understandably she doesn’t want to be away from him that long. She’s just coming into LA to do her job and then getting out. So I’m really really glad Chelsia’s coming, because otherwise I’d get lonely once Lacy left. ANYWAY. I totally overpacked. Did you know I own like five little blue cotton sundresses? FIVE. I think I packed four of them. WHAT IS IT WITH ME AND BLUE SUNDRESSES? But you just never know in LA where you’ll be going or what you’ll need to wear. I packed a lot of shit. I’m so excited. The only thing I don’t like is that I have to leave Leo in boarding. I’m going to miss him so much. I’ll snuggle with him extra tight tonight!
