and now im tired. of course its 143am. of course i havent just been working exclusively. but i am tired. and i dont think its the work.
i think its the damn heat!
when i first moved to hollywood from the wessssside one of my fears was that it would be so much hotter on this side of LA. and yes its about 10 degrees warmer than the beach but its not like im in the congo.
this apartment isnt meant for long term use. it doesnt have an air conditioner. ive never used the heater. it doesnt have a dishwasher or a washer dryer.
the fridge runs all the time, for no good reason.
i dont have a parking spot.
theres dog poop under the leaky hose, but none of the dog owners pick up the poop.
the store next door closed outta the blue and there hasnt been a sign on the front or any movement around the back. everythings just totally cleaned out and no one seems to be leasing or renting or buying the place. its just frozen in time.
thats the only thing that doesnt make me tired.
it makes me happy. mostly because it keeps me believing that maybe some of this will just turn into a musical at any minute and life will start making sense again.
hot babe was over this weekend. two, to be specific. after some investigation i discovered that one of em was wearing a g-string. and for several days now im still trying to understand the wonder of that piece of human invention.
no animal, if you gave them 5,000 years of making clothes would bust with the thong. giraffes? nope. monkeys? hell no. rhinos? dont be silly.
not even in 10,000 years would the hyena whip out the g-string and then sell it at target.
and its not because theyre lazy.