Sleeping is for Quitters

I suck at blogging.

But I have a couple things to say while I'm here.

A friend of mine gave me some really good, very basic advice on my career. Essentially he told me I was smart enough to succeed at anything I desired, and that I'd have to choose something that would make me happy.

This is my first summer in Los Angeles and man, the living is easy. Pool after work, long leisurely dinners, walks at night in perfect weather, buying bags full of fruit from the grocery store for a few cents, taking the bus to somewhere new+venice beach every weekend. I'm overwhelmed with life changing decisions to make, and I'm struggling to both pay my rent and keep from starving, but god damn if I don't feel like I'm on vacation.

oh yeah, and that bike I was excited about below was stolen. Don't worry, 'Los Angeles, here I come' is still very much in effect but I'll just be on foot.

Also, what's this Twilight nonsense? I bet other vampire fiction writers are taking a long, hard look at their lives, wondering what they could have wrong. I imagine them sitting alone at the bar as the bartender gives the last call, one hand curled limply around an empty glass, the other clutching a ragged copy of "New Moon." Their faces are frozen in a rictus of despair and rage. "Why?" They cast the question into the empty room. Nobody can answer. The question shrivels, disintegrates, and fades into silence.

but seriously, what the fuck is this shit?