Tuesday, June 21, 2005

So let me give you the whole story.

My gentleman was not exactly clear with me on the full extent of the suckiness in LA: the city itself, his various "issues". He wanted me out there in hopes I would make the situation better. I went out there because I don't have a real home, back in Chicago and thought he and I would be good together. Bad motivations. Mean town with ugly palm trees.

Last night, I got fed up. I told him I was leaving and booked a flight back to Chicago. He freaked out and started packing and said he wanted to come home, too and would drive us. So we cancelled my flight and left at 10pm: rode out of California with our middle fingers in the air, eating ice cream and blasting Guns n Roses.

D: It's ironic this song is on, since we're technically leaving the "paradise city".
A: No, we're driving to it. Come on, the grass isn't green in fucking LA.

After driving for 15 hours with no air conditioning (as I mentioned before) we are here in New Mexico for the night. The moon is full, the desert is pretty. We'll try to get the AC fixed tomorrow.

In other news, despite my obsessive efforts at skin protection, I got a tan. Well, on me its more of an "orange." =(

I'll be home the day after tomorrow.
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