there are times like now* where i obsess over the frightening fact that i am close to practically no one** here in los angeles.
my best friend, the one person i tust above all others, its two timezones and a thousand miles away. i am playing screeching weasel really loudly, in hopes that some brash punk might keep me from getting too weepy.
but, fuck it. it is SO weird to be in a city three thousand miles away from my parents, my puppy and (most of) my friends. i try to ignore all that, allowing myself to get stuck in the daily routine of work, commuting and sleeping, but there are quiet evenings like this where its all i can think about.
i am a transplant still getting used to this freaky world called los angeles. i hardly know anyone, and when i get sad (/drunk) i only have the internet to confide in.
sorry.
*status: five rum and cokes
** minus the boyfriend, who is working and unable to listen to my crazy ass
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