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LA proved too much for The Man

so he left. not on a midnight train to georgia, but on an afternoon flight to tulsa. same thing.

there are perks to living alone:
1) i can decorate the apartment all girly like
2) i can eat whatever i want without worrying if there's enough for both of us
3) i watch whatever i want to watch whenever i want to watch it without having to turn it all the way up to compete with whatever he's listening to
4) all of the electric outlets are for me
5) the whole bed is for me
6) when i clean something it stays that way until i make it dirty
7) my leftovers don't disappear
8) when i want it to be quiet, it's quiet.

but when i want to hear him he's not here. as hard as i listen, he's definitely gone. this city is packed with lonely people; it's the saddest irony i think i've ever witnessed. and now i feel like i'm joining the club.

well okay, lonely boys and girls of LA. let's get this plan back on track. for the next few weeks i'm concentrating on looking the part. when people look at me i want them to see confidence and creativity. lately they've been seeing a hot mess. i've got to invest time and money into all of those superficial things: hair, nails, clothes, accessories. (oh darn. how am i going to have any fun doing this?) it's all so much more important than i realized. i have to appear to have it all together so that people will consider trusting me with their work.

i realize i haven't blogged since january. to my loyal readers: don't worry. all you've missed is a ton of stress and not so many exciting happenings. but all of that is about to change, i promise.

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