Where in LA do you live? Not asking to be creepy, just looking to move there and wondering what area you decided on and why.
I actually live in an area called Larchmont Village, which is on the perimeters of east hollywood and koreatown. I didn’t see my place (aside from pictures) until the day I moved in, so I wasn’t sure what my neighborhood was going to be like. I actually love it. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone who hasn’t lived in a city before because it’s definitely an urban environment - see trash, homeless people, prostitutes. But I’m central to EVERYTHING and the food around me is amazing. Also, the gentrification is finally reaching my neighborhood, so I think I’ll be sticking around for a while. Plus my rent is so cheap for a studio apartment.
Dare I admit this out loud yet? I don’t love LA. I miss the East Coast. I think I definitely need to move to New York. Like, quickly. Before gas prices get even higher and I get even tanner. So, I think I’m going to see LA through until September/October, and then head back east. Hey mom, thanks for saying I can always come home… life without rent for a little while could be excellent!
Ah Ah Ahhhhhh i like this guy (online) yes i know it's dangerous and we haven't talked in about a week... what do i dooooo? please please pleaseeee
There is so much happening in front of you! Ditch the digital dude and find someone in real life. Trust me. And if you really want to talk to him, then just shoot him a message. You miss 100 percent of the shots that you don’t take, so you might as well send him a “whats up” and see what he says.
Well, we can start at how they are notorious for paying employees less than their worth, yet they can pay the people who do minimal work PLENTY. Karmaloop can’t pay their vendors, and a majority of brands choose not to work with them anymore. They don’t facilitate learning, the company is disorganized, and they let their image get in the way of productivity. They have also laid off about, I don’t know, at least thirty people or so in the last year. That’s a short story. In a nutshell.
Sometimes I have to take a step back and think. I moved across the entire country only six months ago, and I am building this new life. It’s crazy and stressful and exciting and different from anything I’ve done before.
I heard a song today that brought me back to the time right before I left Boston, and it made me realize how incredibly different my life is now. I miss my friends, but what I set out to do here was to find myself and my own happiness. It’s wild to realize that I’m doing that now.
Sometimes I just need to stop and take a walk. Breathe it out before I karate chop people in their throats. People are awful, and I am so tired of pretending to be cheery all of the time. Maybe I’ll just mimic people when they talk to me. Oh you want to be a grouchy rat bastard? I can absolutely do that too.
My agency is working with a production company to promote their upcoming movies. The “attainable cast” section of their proposals… FUCK OFF THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME. A lil James Franco, Dane Cook, PAUL EFFING RUDD.
I am usually pretty scatterbrained, and I just let that flow sometimes. I’d rather people see my train of thought when I’m explaining something. I think it might help people to understand what I’m really trying to say when I don’t have all of the right words.
Hi there i see you have ur blog back! :) what are a few items you would purchase from fp right now? xo :)
HI! Well, actually… Free People is KILLING me right now. I’m super into the Pull On Kick Flares. I have a few pairs and I wear them almost every day. I love the Pop Stitch Tunic, the Journey Embellished Slip, The Marla Dreams Dress, and the Kobe Herringbone Jeans. I am not huge into denim, so I opted to get some cheaper jeans from Urban - the low-rise jogger jean. Super into synched ankles right now.
I’ll try! It gets to be a little daunting. That’s a lie. Blogging is easy. I guess I’ve just been working too hard, no that’s not it. I mean, partially. I don’t know. Using Tumblr reminds me of times in my life that I just don’t want to remember. That’s not true either, I do want to remember them. I can’t explain this. Tumblr makes me nostalgic for a time that is never coming back, and I’m constantly reminded of that every time I log in. BAM That’s it. Right there.
One thing about LA that I was really excited for was meeting people that I know nothing about. Living in Boston for seven years means that if you meet someone, the six degrees of Kevin Bacon comes into play. Someone who you know has dated this person, someone has hated this person, and someone just wants to state their opinion because, well, why the fuck not?! But in LA, I know no one. My neighbor (though he is stealing my hard work to pass off as his own through social media) is my first (and currently sort of only) LA friend.
A week and a half ago, I went out with my coworkers to the nearest watering hole. Bringing Noli to work every day does cut into my post work social life, but she’s my pal, and she’s coming with. We went to a cute little dog friendly spot. Unfortunately for me, all but one of the dog friendly seats were available. I plopped down with Noles, but all of my work cronies had to sit inside. Wow. No, but it was totally fine. I made some friends, one being a handsome ginger. Last week, we went out for drinks. The next night he made me dinner. We even walked and got ice cream. How fucking cute.
But here’s my thing, I don’t know shit about shit about this kid. Nothing. I know what social media allows me to know. So here I am, trying to navigate through such murky waters. While I’m excited to get to know someone from scratch, I’m also nervous. I’m fairly certain I’ve already decided that this guy isn’t for me. But the question is, would I have been happier to know this before starting to connect with this guy? Because now I have to tell him (somehow, some way) that I’m not interested. Hey pal, thanks for the kickin’ chicken you made me last week, but I don’t really want to spend much more time with you. How do you even do that?
What feels like day sixteen thousand, four hundred, fifty two. And yes, I’m still thinking about you. Sitting at my desk, getting sweaty palms. You were in my dream last night. It’s the first time in about a month that you’ve made an appearance. I can only remember you standing, getting ready to cross the street as I was getting ready to do the same. God, how I wish i was standing opposite of you. Wait, no I don’t.
"I can feel me changing, can feel this rearranging. Our love ain’t been decided yet."
I don’t even know where to begin. I have a journal that I write in from time to time, mostly about the same subject. But there are times, such as now, when I don’t have my journal, and I’m full to the brim with feelings that hit me like a bag of bricks.
Sometimes I think about how and why I hurt, and nine times out of ten it circles back to the same person. I can say that I’ve only ever been in love one time. Prior to that, I thought I’d been in love, but now I know that what I was feeling for that person was only a fraction of what I am capable of feeling. I think to myself how amazing it would be to not know that I could feel so deeply. It’s almost tangible. The hurt and the happiness and every other emotion that gets tied in with him, it’s like I can almost touch it. Each feeling, I can feel the shape and textures of them. I can feel the hard and sharp edges of anger. I can feel the sadness, as soft as a feather with the weight of an anvil. And when I was happy, the times that we were together, the times after that when we thought it was a good idea to spend more time, and the times after that when we didn’t learn from our mistakes. The times that I came back for more. I always did. I think I still would.
I built a home for you inside my heart. It’s made of iron, steel, and stone and almost impossible to break down. I should know. I’ve been chiseling away at it for the last three years. I’ve made dents, but never dust. And to be honest with myself, I don’t think I could bare the thought of it not living inside of me.
I think the reason that I keep it there is because some twisted (and seriously naive) piece of me doesn’t think our story is over. Every day I can tell myself that it is, and every day I do. But there’s times like this moment, like driving home from work last night, like during that shower three nights ago, when everything in me crumbles. But only for a minute. I’m too strong now to succumb to everything that I feel for him now. I’ve come too far to let myself be weak again.
I can only hope that this year I can continue to build my strength, that I can close our book and tuck it away into the deepest corners of my mind. I hope to grow taller, stronger, and stable.
I’ve taken a stab at blogging before, and I get too nervous to write anything personal at all. I just post or reblog pictures mostly and write an occasional text post. But no one reads this. It’s brand new and I’m not posting advertising my return to the blogersphere. I’m using this blog to vent my frustrations when I need or write down my troubles when I’m down. I realized a while ago that when I write things down, I usually feel much better afterwards, like a weight has been lifted.
So let’s begin today’s rant.
I wish that people could be a little nicer in the morning. Maybe it’s because I prefer the mornings, but I am generally very pleasant at the start of the day. If I’m not, I keep to myself. I don’t see the point in spreading misery around anytime of the day, but especially at the start. Your morning sets the tone for your day.
I wake up around six every day, even weekends. I make coffee. I walk my dog. I watch TV, catch up on any work I may have missed, do the dishes, work out, whatever my mind and body feels like doing. Maybe it’s because I wake up early that I can come into work with a clear mind, already in tune with myself and my surroundings, not having rushed around all morning getting ready for my day.
Seriously, I think people should wake up early all the time. It may be hard at first, but I guarantee you will be a more productive human and your days will markedly improve. You will not spread your misery around to undeserving people just because you’re an asshole. No but really, you are a complete asshole, and I doubt waking up in the morning will cure your asshole-itis.