Hollywierd!!!
OMG, I so forgot how much I love it here! Hollywood, the tightest-knit small town dropped right in the middle of Los Angeles. Seriously, I know more people walking around here than I do in Lincoln City--it's more tight-knit than the coast. I've run into SO many friends--and99% of them are begging me to don the Fiona all over again. Which I will. Tomorrow.
So many hugs. It's incredibly liberating to realize that everyone, everyone here loved me--and detested my ex. Really, delightful. What a heavenly warm welcome.
I've just been wandering alone over my old stomping grounds. Granted, my feet (in their too-cute wedge shoes) are sore as hell. Not to mention that I hadn't accounted for it being about 80 degrees here--I'd already forgotten the kind of weather that passes for "cool" here.
Went to Ameoba, where I wound up violently missing so many of my friends because I'd LOVE to show it off to Erin, Matty, Anna, the works of y'all. But I'm taking pictures and buying postcards and being all-around touristy. Had lunch at Kabuki, the best sushi place ever on the face of earth. Really, it makes Momiji look like McDonalds. The salmon was, I shit you not, almost an inch thick. And the eel...words fail.
I went by my old apartment--mostly to take pictures, since I didn't have any. Beyond that, I'm just walking around.
Also, when I came into my old Bux, they all remembered me and tried to give me my old drink (straight doppio), which was what I bought to make Dave-style hobo lattes when I was a poor loser. Now I'm a poor non-loser, so I got a real latte. Nice to see Adrian and Mardo again--I might be hanging out with Mardo later. Hope so. Granted, my job is to find a date for Susan (who is very nice, btw), but it would be nice to spend more time with Mardo anyway, because I've missed him.
Pat is looking okay. He's hurt his back and won't admit it, so he looks pained a lot. But he's openly admitted how very VERY close he was to beating the living shit out of my ex for the way he treated me. In fact, it has been equally liberating to see just how many people had observed how bad it was. I've literally lost count of how many people have said "yeah, I could see he was really posessive/manipulative/greedy/freaky".
Man, it's nice to be here.
But I'm a little homesick, so don't fret (Nickles, I'm looking at you). I'm still coming home.
Oh, and by the way? In the year I've been gone, only one person has tried to be Fiona, and she didn't last a day. You can't top the best, yo. Not to mention EVERYONE made it clear that I OWN that role.
No shit! :)
So many hugs. It's incredibly liberating to realize that everyone, everyone here loved me--and detested my ex. Really, delightful. What a heavenly warm welcome.
I've just been wandering alone over my old stomping grounds. Granted, my feet (in their too-cute wedge shoes) are sore as hell. Not to mention that I hadn't accounted for it being about 80 degrees here--I'd already forgotten the kind of weather that passes for "cool" here.
Went to Ameoba, where I wound up violently missing so many of my friends because I'd LOVE to show it off to Erin, Matty, Anna, the works of y'all. But I'm taking pictures and buying postcards and being all-around touristy. Had lunch at Kabuki, the best sushi place ever on the face of earth. Really, it makes Momiji look like McDonalds. The salmon was, I shit you not, almost an inch thick. And the eel...words fail.
I went by my old apartment--mostly to take pictures, since I didn't have any. Beyond that, I'm just walking around.
Also, when I came into my old Bux, they all remembered me and tried to give me my old drink (straight doppio), which was what I bought to make Dave-style hobo lattes when I was a poor loser. Now I'm a poor non-loser, so I got a real latte. Nice to see Adrian and Mardo again--I might be hanging out with Mardo later. Hope so. Granted, my job is to find a date for Susan (who is very nice, btw), but it would be nice to spend more time with Mardo anyway, because I've missed him.
Pat is looking okay. He's hurt his back and won't admit it, so he looks pained a lot. But he's openly admitted how very VERY close he was to beating the living shit out of my ex for the way he treated me. In fact, it has been equally liberating to see just how many people had observed how bad it was. I've literally lost count of how many people have said "yeah, I could see he was really posessive/manipulative/greedy/freaky".
Man, it's nice to be here.
But I'm a little homesick, so don't fret (Nickles, I'm looking at you). I'm still coming home.
Oh, and by the way? In the year I've been gone, only one person has tried to be Fiona, and she didn't last a day. You can't top the best, yo. Not to mention EVERYONE made it clear that I OWN that role.
No shit! :)