Apr 04, 2006 00:54
LA was in a word: incredible
Venice beach, Santa Monica Pier, The Promenade, Rodeo Drive, amazing thrift shops, Irish Pubs with real irishmen with real incomprehensible accents, a little bit of partying, alittle bit of laying out on the beach...
I need a job really badly. I am poor. I will work for Starbucks coffee, Sam Adams Beer, or sex from hot men. Actually, I will not work for the latter, that should be given freely.
Went to Fusion this weekend with Amanda and Kellie. We met Jaimee in the City and got some pizza before the show. FIT's clothes were definitely not as good as Parson's, so I suppose they deseved to win even though we were rooting for FIT to kick some ass. Amanda wants to be a fashion designer. The three of them talked about being stressed out. I seem to have picked up some of their mood. My positive attitude is no where to be found. If you are to find a lone positive attitude wandering around looking for it's owner, please send it my way and I'll see if it belongs to me.