The carpool lane is my friend. Rancho Cucumonga is a copycat version of Madison's Bridge Street. A high school and college resume doesn't mean a damn. One man shows out here last hours. Worst drivers ever. The road through Hollywood Hills is a roller coaster ride. DVDs are still the same price. Gas is not. Zero humidity. Expensive. You see the limos, not the stars. Snipers on the roof during big celebrity events. Applying for 10+ part-time jobs doesn't mean anything. It's about how you look and who you know. Universal Citywalk is fun to walk around. I have a great roommate. The performers downtown are dirty and gross. People will walk over you and have no humor. Fast-paced, even for me.
It's coming all at once, much like these thoughts.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
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