Sunday, June 19, 2005

I'm not really into hanging out in LA. I'd rather save all my social urges for when I'm back at my friendly Chicago bars with my friendly Chicago friends.
The natural beauty surrounding LA intrests me more.

Yesterday: Went to the beach again. The back of my thighs are lobster-colored and hurt very bad. But ocean waves are so fun. They're powerful and don't smell like sewage, like lake waves. I might miss them after I leave.

Today: We're riding up I-5 to look for the mountains or the desert. I want to see a roadrunner and find out if they really go "Meep!"
I'll make sure to wear lots of sunscreen.

Tomorrow: WRITING.

Next Week: There's something called the Erotic Museum. I'm picturing shelves and shelves of antique dildos. There's no way I'll leave LA without seeing it. If you want an erotic postcard, e-mail me your mailing address.
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