Dear London,
When I stepped off the plane a year ago today (well, yesterday now), I had absolutely no idea what I was in for. I mean, I'd just broken up with New York City for you. That's got to mean something, right? New York and I had gotten off to a rocky start, it's true, but you never know what you've got 'til it's gone. New York was home
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It may be about time to write a letter to Santa Barbara. I wrote Santa Ynez off a long time ago: Dear uppity little town that is so incestuous and small that every inhabitant has time to hate me...
Hahaha!
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And my captcha reads: $150-mil trotting
XOXO
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i REALLY need to come see your new place. argh!
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