deep thoughts with jack handy.....
i love this city. there are so many fucking amazing things. so many random people to talk to, or who are talking at you. so many wonders beneath the dirt and grim. los angeles is gorgeous, if only you were to take a breath and notice it.
stopped at fred's today. sat at the counter by myself, and wolfed down an order of eggs benedict and a large coffee.
gave the waitress the offically most shittiest tip EVER. i feel really fucking bad about it. i think i'll run down there in a few days, and appologize in cash.
dear mta, i <3 you. there's something really gratifiying about knowing you can get anywhere in this city on your own, with only $3.00, and two hours to spare.
my chapstick is stuck in my sink drain. THIS is going to be a problem.
it pisses me off when cute boys have better hair than i do. stop it. no wait....come over here. i'll make you stop it.
waking up at five am to a fourteen pound cat landing on your stomach isn't the most pleasant way to wake up. however, it IS the cutest way.
ps....if the cook at work tells you there's no tiramisu left, he's fucking lying. don't listen to him. break into the kitchen and find it yourself. it's there. i promise.
ppss.........llamma.
i love this city. there are so many fucking amazing things. so many random people to talk to, or who are talking at you. so many wonders beneath the dirt and grim. los angeles is gorgeous, if only you were to take a breath and notice it.
stopped at fred's today. sat at the counter by myself, and wolfed down an order of eggs benedict and a large coffee.
gave the waitress the offically most shittiest tip EVER. i feel really fucking bad about it. i think i'll run down there in a few days, and appologize in cash.
dear mta, i <3 you. there's something really gratifiying about knowing you can get anywhere in this city on your own, with only $3.00, and two hours to spare.
my chapstick is stuck in my sink drain. THIS is going to be a problem.
it pisses me off when cute boys have better hair than i do. stop it. no wait....come over here. i'll make you stop it.
waking up at five am to a fourteen pound cat landing on your stomach isn't the most pleasant way to wake up. however, it IS the cutest way.
ps....if the cook at work tells you there's no tiramisu left, he's fucking lying. don't listen to him. break into the kitchen and find it yourself. it's there. i promise.
ppss.........llamma.
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bleh.
i hope you have a good day, though.
thanks for the random picture... it was pretty cool.