I know what you are all thinking but no, I did not meet a hunky Greek man (although I did get picked up on by a German at Starbucks this morning. We are going on das date soon, but that’s another story). Last night my HSBF (high school boyfriend) Christian and I saw Sigur Ros at the Greek Theater last night. It was MIND-BLOWING. Absolutely MIND-BLOWING. It was one of those shows where everything was perfect. Christian and I met up at my new apartment first and shared a a bottle of Wild Rock... Read Full Story

Today I ate. Normally, this wouldn’t be an unusual occurrence, but seeing as how the last time I ingested real food (not including alcoholic drinks) was a few bites of a crepe on Saturday night, lunch today was a revelation. After almost 3 months of inseparable dating, The Artist and I broke up on Saturday night. I would like to say that all of my dating experience lended itself to some amount of savvy in the last few weeks of our relationship, but unfortunately, I can’t say that it did. Yes... Read Full Story

Have you seen my neo-con? She looks something like this: For those of you who may be uneducated on John McCain’s controversial running-mate, questions about Palin’s qualifications were raised almost as soon as presidential candidate McCain shocked the political world by picking the relatively unknown Alaska governor to be his VP. Palin is a rightwing-Christian anti-choice extremist who opposes abortion for any reason whatsoever, except to save the life of the girl or woman. No exception even... Read Full Story

Today I was writing in the generic chain coffee shop that has become my favorite hangout. It’s near my house, it has free internet, and they leave me alone for long stretches of time. It’s also frequented by a lot of mothers with their young children, and usually I don’t mind this. Staring at giggly babies all day is like living in a real-world version of Cute Overload, and it also reminds my uterus that some day soon I would like children to grow in there. Sometimes, though, it’s nightmare... Read Full Story

As I was falling asleep last night at The Artists’s, it occurred to me that I had conversed with not one, not two, not three but FOUR ex boyfriends (well, I’m not sure if you would count Brad as an ex-boyfriend since we only had a few dates at the beginning of this year, but for purpose of ease we’ll call him an ex). Earlier in the day yesterday my college boyfriend Quentin IM’d me to catch up. We talked work, school, babies, all that good stuff. He has his MCATs coming up this weekend... Read Full Story

Hey all, Karen here — if you occasionally read Not Quite 30, please subscribe using our RSS feed. If you use Google Reader, it’s very easy to locate and subscribe. You will be alerted with any new updates. Either go to the bottom of this site and click on “Subscribe in a reader,” or if you already use Google Reader, do a search for “Not Quite 30.” Thanks! Read Full Story

Sorry. I blog about butter one day, and abortions the next. I just felt this was important. A woman is blogging anonymously about her decision to have an abortion here: http://myabortion.tumblr.com/ Know why she’s doing it? Because when she found out she was pregnant, she searched the internet for a blog detailing some reasonable, personal experience that doesn’t pretend that abortion either doesn’t exist, or is the WORST THING EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. When she couldn’t find one, she... Read Full Story

  That’s the nickname for my new favorite comedy “Tropic Thunder”. Karen and The Artist and I saw it together on Friday night and even sitting in the very 1st row of seats in the theater we still all absolutely loved it. If you haven’t seen this movie go see it IMMEDIATELY. And then go on imdb.com after and read the “memorable quotes” so you can laugh out loud all over again. Also, we had dinner at Breadbar in the Century City mall which was very good. Especially if you love bread and carbs... Read Full Story

  It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here on the blog. I guess that’s what happens when you finally find yourself in a drama-free relationship. Life just rolls along so smoothly and pleasantly that all those funny and interesting dating stories that used to keep your friends riveted for hours on end are no longer part of the equation. And trust me, I am NOT complaining. For the most part, everything so far with The Artist has been just wonderful. He still makes me a coffee just the... Read Full Story

Being married means having impassioned discussions about topics so trivial that as you’re having them, you listen to yourself and sort of can’t believe you’re not living in some surreal Twilight Zone, a world in which Other You cares about things that the Real You never would. A few days ago, I went to the market to stock up on the essentials, plus some everyday baking ingredients we were out of, such as butter and olive oil. We run through butter pretty quickly, so I bought a jumbo box of... Read Full Story