hey, i live in venice now, and i'm really mad.
to clarify, i love it so much that i'm really pissed at myself for not moving there sooner. Those who have been reading this for a while may remember posts like that of Thursday, October 10, 2002 when I detailed why I hated my apartment so much. Anyway, those days are long gone, as are the gobs of traffic, the parking nightmares, and my empty wallet. whew.
I am now enjoying living a block from the beach with ample parking, much better coffee, better looking and more relaxed people, , and an abundance of happy hour spots.

things to look forward to in future posts:
- my very los angeles weekend last week
- my increasingly busy life away from they keyboard
- why i am not ashamed to love the new missy cd (i know it's not new anymore)
- what it feels like to sleep after not sleeping for a week

I've been sitting here with this blank blogger screen for about an hour now. I sat down to write, but realized I had nothing to write about, so I checked my email. luckily, a strange couple came by to put a deposit on my refrigerator, so that occupied a couple of time units, but here I am, stuck. Here I am, four sentences in, i've already made two bad movie references and haven't had the wherewithal to make anything out of either of them.

It's tough, you know. I've been busy moving and it's sucking the life out of me. I'll be back soon. I think.