Since 2010's inception, I have not slept. Or I have slept very very little.
My thirst for life compels me to drink (life) heavily. I think I've got a hangover in my very bones.
A lot of things have changed since last we met. For instance, I'm now twenty-five years old! I have a part time job! I think some other things changed, but right now I am much too tired to recall them. I promise you'll also get a birthday write up.
But in the meantime, please accept this small offering.
Some cities wear their rain well. Los Angeles wears it like a wet dog. It's dirty, it smells, it stares pathetically at you from outside the window. If you let it in, it will shake its mangy coat, shedding smog water and mud. So you let it stay outside, head low, tail drooping, occasionally whining, as you call in a snow day to school or to work and sit huddled up watching Storm Watch 2010, as if an annual half inch of rain might very well be the end of the world.Writing January 13th 2010
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The year we arrived in Los Angeles was one of the coldest and wettest in L.A. history. Then this stupid song came out...I wanted to scream!
Seems it never rain in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl, don't they warn ya
It pours man it pours.
Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self respect I'm out of bread
I'm under loved I'm under fed
I wanna go home
It never rains in California
But girl don't they warn ya, it pours, man it pours
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