Believe me, I spend most mornings waking up…wondering where I am and [if I’m in my own bed] how did I got there.

I think that dating anywhere is pretty difficult, but dating in Los Angeles is virtually impossible.

I am not one of those basic, suit-wearing, beige-loving, narrow-minded people... Those people who stare at me, and give that "cocky laugh" [like they are so cool, and that I'm crazy]

Sometimes I wonder if I was Hitler in my previous life, and that is why I have the worst luck in North America. 

Much like the weather, my mood has been pretty unpredictable lately... 

Friday Feels: Hot and Shady.

I can't help but think I am on an un-aired episode of MTV's Boiling Point.  You know that show where people go undercover and press people's buttons to the point where they pop-off.

Alcohol is the question, "YES" is the answer.  You know the ol' saying, "Life is rough, wear a helmet" ... 

Rush City, Minnesota.  Population 3,079.  My graduation class was about 54 kids.  Known for catching the worlds largest walleye.  Home to an endless array of gas stations, zero stoplights, and formerly the home of ME.

Now that it is Thanksgiving, I guess this is the kick-off of the holiday season.  Something about the holidays makes me really sad.  It's like all of a sudden I turn into a fuckin' Care Bear,

Every time the sun comes up, I'm in trouble...  Let me prefix by stating that I am a giant ball of stress and a complete insomniac. 

...and when my friend wants doughnuts, I get her doughnuts. 

After leaving New York, I had an epiphany... A revelation some might say.  I have come to the conclusion that living in Los Angeles has cheated me out of so much life.