at least we have beer
Apr. 11th, 2007 07:31 pm
Where I come from, honking is an asshole move. People out here honk if they don't like the way your damn car looks. I fucking hate that. I read honking as threatening and hostile; you honk when someone's asshole behavior endangers you, not when they're not making their left turn as quickly as you'd like.
Don't EVER let anyone tell you people in Southern California are laid-back. They're laid-back like Jake Morgendorfer, only they're not harmlessly dumb, they're rude, obnoxious pricks.
Don't EVER let anyone tell you people in Southern California are laid-back. They're laid-back like Jake Morgendorfer, only they're not harmlessly dumb, they're rude, obnoxious pricks.
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Nov. 29th, 2006 03:14 am
I went home for Thanksgiving, but I was taken shopping in post-Thanksgiving crowds three times, I fought with my sister (I don't even know WHY; she flipped out over Christmas decorations) and I came home more stressed than I was when I left.
I'm really not happy here. I don't like LA; by extension, I don't like California, because I'm stuck in LA. My boyfriend, the only reason I moved out to this hellhole, refuses to live anywhere on the planet other than LA. I think it's mostly the house we're in right now. I hope it'll be better in the new house. I think it will be. I kept trying to convince myself I was unhappy with specific things - my job, say - and I am, I hate my job, but I could live with or fix most of these things; I can't fix the fact that I feel like walls are closing in on me even when I'm in the backyard, especially when I'm in the backyard (our current, rental, house is loomed over on either side by three-story condos) and that I can hear cars on the road in every room of the house, twenty-four hours a day. I'm sure this wouldn't bother most people, but I didn't grow up in a city, and it bothers me. "Bothers" isn't really the word; it's more like I feel it's chipping away at me.
We're getting the hell out of here this weekend, just driving to some small town and staying in a motel room for a few days because I desperately need to not be here. I hope that helps.
I'm really not happy here. I don't like LA; by extension, I don't like California, because I'm stuck in LA. My boyfriend, the only reason I moved out to this hellhole, refuses to live anywhere on the planet other than LA. I think it's mostly the house we're in right now. I hope it'll be better in the new house. I think it will be. I kept trying to convince myself I was unhappy with specific things - my job, say - and I am, I hate my job, but I could live with or fix most of these things; I can't fix the fact that I feel like walls are closing in on me even when I'm in the backyard, especially when I'm in the backyard (our current, rental, house is loomed over on either side by three-story condos) and that I can hear cars on the road in every room of the house, twenty-four hours a day. I'm sure this wouldn't bother most people, but I didn't grow up in a city, and it bothers me. "Bothers" isn't really the word; it's more like I feel it's chipping away at me.
We're getting the hell out of here this weekend, just driving to some small town and staying in a motel room for a few days because I desperately need to not be here. I hope that helps.