You may be from LA when...
*You get so accustomed to driving with one hand whilst talking on the phone and drinking a Jamba Juice that you are confused when you have to steer with both.
*You have learned how to walk down Rodeo Dr. in high heels and a sun-dress with an enormous sense of entitlement despite the fact that you have $2 and a debit card in your vintage purse.
*You get pissed off that your dress with a 26 inch waist has gone from form-fitting to excruciatingly tight, but you vow to diet and wear it anyway because breathing and sitting are both optional when socializing but looking cute is primary.
*You spend 25 minutes looking for parking for a 5 minute meeting after having decided you are too proud and broke to spend $6.50 on valet.
*You start your day at 11am with brunch with your mom, then get a pedicure, head to therapy, take a nap and have dinner with your dad before starting in on some of your homework.
*You are asked to write a paper about a social problem in Los Angeles for a community psychology class and you choose cocaine abuse in private high school students...you are the only person to choose a topic that deals exclusively with the upper-middle and upper classes.
*You make your income by talking to people and having your feet massaged, both of which are socially acceptable.
*You feel terrible that Owen Wilson almost attempted suicide and vaguely weird about the fact that he is now staying at the hospital where you were born.
*You feel a strange sense of pride for never having plastic surgery on your distinctly Jewish nose.
*You compile lists like that when you are stuck in the clusterfuck of traffic in your West Hollywood neighborhood because there's not much else to do in the car.
*You have learned how to walk down Rodeo Dr. in high heels and a sun-dress with an enormous sense of entitlement despite the fact that you have $2 and a debit card in your vintage purse.
*You get pissed off that your dress with a 26 inch waist has gone from form-fitting to excruciatingly tight, but you vow to diet and wear it anyway because breathing and sitting are both optional when socializing but looking cute is primary.
*You spend 25 minutes looking for parking for a 5 minute meeting after having decided you are too proud and broke to spend $6.50 on valet.
*You start your day at 11am with brunch with your mom, then get a pedicure, head to therapy, take a nap and have dinner with your dad before starting in on some of your homework.
*You are asked to write a paper about a social problem in Los Angeles for a community psychology class and you choose cocaine abuse in private high school students...you are the only person to choose a topic that deals exclusively with the upper-middle and upper classes.
*You make your income by talking to people and having your feet massaged, both of which are socially acceptable.
*You feel terrible that Owen Wilson almost attempted suicide and vaguely weird about the fact that he is now staying at the hospital where you were born.
*You feel a strange sense of pride for never having plastic surgery on your distinctly Jewish nose.
*You compile lists like that when you are stuck in the clusterfuck of traffic in your West Hollywood neighborhood because there's not much else to do in the car.