I was walking down Fairfax today, and some skinny old man in a VW Rabbit convertible tried to buy me.
Perhaps it's something in the air, but ever since I've been here, I can't help but to envision my life as a screenplay.
Colleen left today. It's for the best--she was miserable here. I, on the other hand, was miserable, but am now hopeful. I met a boy. His name is Christophe, and he's from France. He's classy, but not arrogant, which I like. We spent the day yesterday at Hermosa Beach. It was one of the most amazing times I've had. Also, I may have a job at Sony. Two great reasons to stay.
Please pray that I learn how to use the bus system very, very soon. My feet are killing me.
I just realized that the length of my sentences is inversely proportionate to my level of happiness.
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