Alright, let's go, you've convinced me.

I’ve been thinking about you. You’re like a well-dressed aloof gentleman whose pretension precedes you. To some you are repulsive, others fascinating like a car crash. I don’t think anyone completely understands you. 

Okay but really, I think I love Los Angeles because people hate it. It’s really dirty and traffic-congested and not to mention most of the architecture is HIDEOUS HIDEOUS. (I do not care for Gehry) But then I think about driving down Laurel Canyon (when it’s vacant) with nothing but some weird eclectic KCRW on the radio. I think about the ivy-colored buildings and the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, and that stretch of road near Silverlake etc. etc. I hate traffic, but if you manage to bypass the smog and daytime traffic- it can be very lovely. I think all of it’s charms are way below the surface- in the parts that are overlooked in the search for celebrity or whatever. I think Ice-Cube was right. 

I’ve been thinking about my childhood lately. I realize I’ve suppressed some emotionally traumatic memories. Strange how memory works. I should probably stop ignoring the customers. 

I’m stressing myself out a little bit. The past two weeks have been extremely busy/hectic/kreay/whatever.

ANYWAYS AHHHH! Why must a freak out every time I talk/interact/walk past any remotely dreamy (bearded) dude? I’m such a crystallize-r- I’ve developed surface crushes on these coffee shop/grocery store guys whom I’ve barely spoken a word to and when I run into them I freeze and don’t say anything. I really just need to step up and at least ask them where the tabouli mix is… instead of walking up and down the same aisle avoiding eye contact. WHY DO I AVOID EYE CONTACT?

I’m such a baby.

I also convince myself that they are either gay or jerks anyways.

I QUIT FACEBOOK AND NOW I FEEL THE VAST LONELINESS/ALIENATION OF THE INTERWEBS

I was getting so good at homework. Now I’m falling behind. What. ever. I’m allowed a couple days of grrrrrrrrrrr. 

I’m just going ride these mood waves out.