Hollywood
Yikes. That's all I can say. I've met some super LA types, they probe you like you're on a job interview. They don't believe in silence, or pauses. There is no breath of fresh air for them, but at least it's amusing.
Despite that, I could learn to dig this place. Tame the beast. Home alone writing for class, have too much due. Going to write a biography of my best girl in the world, which should be fun. She doesn't think her life is interesting enough to merit biographical capturing. Silly silly. Every life does, it just depends on how you look at it, and who's presenting the material. But, then again, I don't think my life is worthy either. That's just the way the gigantic cosmic cookie crumbles.
I love TACOS. I love FISH TACOS especially. I remeber the first time I heard of fish tacos I nearly yakked. They aren't what they sound like, they have in fact scaled my list of favourite foods.
Went to the Getty yesterday. It was unbelieveable, it made Los Angeles look like heaven. It's right up in the hills and you can look down at (part of since it's so f'in huge) the city, and it's all misty and there's palm trees and craggy cliffs and desert foliage rising out of the white. The Getty has beautiful gardens where we chilled out, Stevie and Adam and I, and watched cute kids roll around in the grass. I think the Getty could be a favourite place for recapturing peace, it's perched above the fray and you can just watch and intake and realise that when you're in the vally getting swamped there's somewhere to step back and take it all in.
Who knows. Maybe Steve will get so fed up we'll leave. Blah, the uncertain future. Maybe the government of the good old Etats-Unis will say "bitch we don't want you and yo' dang prolems! Git git!"
Let me extend a wee prayer to the universe that they don't say this, and that if they do they say it to my face so I can laugh at them.
Despite that, I could learn to dig this place. Tame the beast. Home alone writing for class, have too much due. Going to write a biography of my best girl in the world, which should be fun. She doesn't think her life is interesting enough to merit biographical capturing. Silly silly. Every life does, it just depends on how you look at it, and who's presenting the material. But, then again, I don't think my life is worthy either. That's just the way the gigantic cosmic cookie crumbles.
I love TACOS. I love FISH TACOS especially. I remeber the first time I heard of fish tacos I nearly yakked. They aren't what they sound like, they have in fact scaled my list of favourite foods.
Went to the Getty yesterday. It was unbelieveable, it made Los Angeles look like heaven. It's right up in the hills and you can look down at (part of since it's so f'in huge) the city, and it's all misty and there's palm trees and craggy cliffs and desert foliage rising out of the white. The Getty has beautiful gardens where we chilled out, Stevie and Adam and I, and watched cute kids roll around in the grass. I think the Getty could be a favourite place for recapturing peace, it's perched above the fray and you can just watch and intake and realise that when you're in the vally getting swamped there's somewhere to step back and take it all in.
Who knows. Maybe Steve will get so fed up we'll leave. Blah, the uncertain future. Maybe the government of the good old Etats-Unis will say "bitch we don't want you and yo' dang prolems! Git git!"
Let me extend a wee prayer to the universe that they don't say this, and that if they do they say it to my face so I can laugh at them.