pretty much

15 days of being displaced. I miss my bed. I miss having my own space. I miss a routine. I am much too old for futons and eating take out everyday, much to my dismay. 

Just once I'd like to experience a solid period of time where I am settled somewhere, doing good work, and living the life a normal, well adjusted person of my age.

Any day now. 

I am also pretty fed up of noncommittal shit from dudes who are presumably interested in me. I've played that long enough. Step up or get the fuck out of my way.

We've had 100 degree plus days for almost a week now, I am sure that is only adding to my fed up-ness (real word) and day long migraine… Hearing about Google Analytics for an 3 hours and being stuck in traffic all day sure as fuck don't help. Just when I think I am willing to fall in love with LA driving up Wilshire is sure to squash that real fast. Yesterday was pretty as punch and I took a few photos to prove it. Too bad the love affair will never last LA. At the end of the day we are too different.  I want to do shit, do it quickly, and not be bogged down at left hand turns.

I really fucking hate turning left at intersections. Major anxiety.