07.30.06
I’ve been so busy with the move to L.A and never finding time to take time out and enjoy the good life of internet postings. I’m still out of internet access over the weekends because I’m still in the process of setting things up in LA, and trying to squeeze in my personal stuff during corporate work time is just against all work ethic policies, which I follow with strictest regimen. I don’t like the west coast and am planning on moving back to the east, not so long if I can will it. The people out here are terrible. I don’t even know how to describe it, but they generally just suck. I find this to be truer as you move more and more west away from the east. They are not nice and hardly friendly and just plain awful. I’m going to China in a month, and I hope an earthquake takes place and knocks out most of them before I return. There’s so much money out here too! Somehow I need to get a handful of some myself or milk them out of it. I don’t know where they get it all from, but my guesses are from people who likes to go to the movies a lot and people like me who purchases random music all the time. The secondary market is filled with lawyers, agents, advertisers, etc., who make way too much money as well. I feel so poor out here. Actually, that’s probably a fact not a feeling. I definitely don’t like how they dress. I’m more the grungy New York type, lower, east side. I can’t possibly wear black all the time. It’s freaking sunny all year round and it’s stifling hot these days. The palm trees are just for show and don’t provide any relief or coverage anywhere. The food is excellent though. Even the lower rated places are pretty damn good and the fruits are to kill for. They are all so health conscience here. You can get brown rice sushi. Traffic, as you know, just helps out Bush’s war and driving a manual is making me have big calves. All the soccer players will soon envy me! There’s construction everywhere on L.A. highways', especially around santa monica. Don’t you just love state road work. I’m living near this awful mess - santa monica, westwood or lower beverly hills and I’m always stuck in traffic, and the road work just makes everyone drive so much faster. I see Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Lotuses, everywhere, all stuck in traffic showing off their 0-10 acceleration speeds. It kind of makes my Honda look like mother teresa, but at least we all go the same speeds, and I normally win, since I've no fear of scratches, dents, nor having my bumper being ripped off. So, I’m trying not to get a tan and trying not to get plastic surgery, but instead I’m going to get a tan and going to get plastic surgery. Before you know it, I’ll have big boobs and blonde hair and look like pamela anderson. You all will freak out for sure.
