bubbly and lovely: i'm too poor for therapy.
been there and back again. too many thoughts and opinions and hormones get me in trouble.
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8.23.2002
l.a. blues
this city, even after i lived here for four years, is still weird to me. i'm at a kinko's checking my email, hoping beyond hope that someone out there will email me. BLEH. the rate here is 20 cents a minute. dude, for that i could get like 2 hours in an internet cafe down under. oh well. it just seems that EVERYTHING down there is perfect, huh diana?
last night my friend took me to THE BIG BAD VALLEY for bad pizza. he loved it, i suspect only because he ate it when he was a kid. i found it kind of weird. we had a few leftover pieces that were packed in a 6-inch by 6-inch square box ... which he proceeded to put in the trunk. does that strike anyone else as odd because i think it's the strangest thing ever.
last night we drove out to the IE (inland empire) and visited the ol' alma mater. we then tried to drive up to mount baldy and terry was CONVINCED he knew the way. we're driving through these suburban looking streets and i'm like, are you sure this is the right way? and he's all, yes, i'm sure this is right. just then we arrive at a cul-de-sac. we laughed about it for a good five minutes. :)
tonight we are going to LACMA for their jazz social/happy hour thing. i hear it's a great singles scene, not that i give a rip. LA boys give me the creeps.
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