FUCK FEELING SCHMOOPY!
I'M BACK IN LA MOTHERFUCKERS!
ROCK N' ROLL!!!!
god I love this city. I'm trying to get a job at Buffalo Exchange here in Sherman Oaks. I love thrift / vintage shops. I spend a couple hours a week on average browsing their selection. I just made a denim vest out of a jacket I bought at a thrift store for 6.50! I put a bunch of patches on it so it looks awesome. The patches ended up costing more than the jacket itself, but fuck that.. it's awesome.
I spent 6 hours walking around this part of town today, looking for work, and I remember why I love this city. Ventura Boulevard is so cool. So many crazy little shops, and I can walk around with my hair crazy and rocked out, and no one says I look like a fag and laughs at me... unlike that damn Alaska. Fucking assholes. The whole state.
My friend is letting me crash at his place for the next few weeks till I get my feet on the ground again. I'm just like "the guy on the couch" from Halfbaked... except I move around and converse with the inhabitants.
If I get a job here, there's a lot of apartments in the area that I can get. I found a studio apartment less than a mile from here for 650 a month. That's pretty damn cheap for this area. I've seen it and it's not a ghetto or anything, so I think I'll go check it out tomorrow, if my friend can give me a ride.
I was supposed to go in to jury duty today, but I totally flaked on them. I called the jury services department and they were cool about it. So I'm rescheduled for January 17th. I'm so glad, because my birthday is on Wednesday, and it would've sucked to have to sit in a jury pannel on my fucking birthday.
I saw "Into the Blue" or whatever the fuck it's called. The new Jessica Alba movie. Half the movie is her making out with the leading man, the other half is her swimming around the ocean in a bikini. So it was crap except for the eye candy.
Alright children, I'm gonna make like a fetus and head out.
stay fresh.
I'M BACK IN LA MOTHERFUCKERS!
ROCK N' ROLL!!!!
god I love this city. I'm trying to get a job at Buffalo Exchange here in Sherman Oaks. I love thrift / vintage shops. I spend a couple hours a week on average browsing their selection. I just made a denim vest out of a jacket I bought at a thrift store for 6.50! I put a bunch of patches on it so it looks awesome. The patches ended up costing more than the jacket itself, but fuck that.. it's awesome.
I spent 6 hours walking around this part of town today, looking for work, and I remember why I love this city. Ventura Boulevard is so cool. So many crazy little shops, and I can walk around with my hair crazy and rocked out, and no one says I look like a fag and laughs at me... unlike that damn Alaska. Fucking assholes. The whole state.
My friend is letting me crash at his place for the next few weeks till I get my feet on the ground again. I'm just like "the guy on the couch" from Halfbaked... except I move around and converse with the inhabitants.
If I get a job here, there's a lot of apartments in the area that I can get. I found a studio apartment less than a mile from here for 650 a month. That's pretty damn cheap for this area. I've seen it and it's not a ghetto or anything, so I think I'll go check it out tomorrow, if my friend can give me a ride.
I was supposed to go in to jury duty today, but I totally flaked on them. I called the jury services department and they were cool about it. So I'm rescheduled for January 17th. I'm so glad, because my birthday is on Wednesday, and it would've sucked to have to sit in a jury pannel on my fucking birthday.
I saw "Into the Blue" or whatever the fuck it's called. The new Jessica Alba movie. Half the movie is her making out with the leading man, the other half is her swimming around the ocean in a bikini. So it was crap except for the eye candy.
Alright children, I'm gonna make like a fetus and head out.
stay fresh.
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