Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

 
definition of an IDIOT DRIVER:
anyone in my way.

definition of cars i dont hate:
parked ones.

are there more and more people here in one week? like ten jillion fucking heads just rolled deep into cali, AND ONTO the freeways. for chrisakes ppl, go home.

i can't go home, because this is home, so im already home. so eat me.

the things i love about living here are at the same time everything i hate about here. the people. the weather. the traffic.

people are cool when they aren't narrow minded idiots. los angeles weather is good most of the time, when it's not fire storms, rain storms, or fucking earthquakes. and the traffic being bad is to your advantage when running late for your overly-christian cousin's wedding, but sucks when you're on your way home from la ofacina.

even fucking palm trees man. they're nice when they're just standing there looking all sterotypically californian, as they do. but on a windy ass day, those palm frawns are heavy and could hurt if you got bonked inthe head by one. (so far i've never been bonked, so i dont know)

i think i only live here because it's home, and everyone only has one place that FEELS like home when they are there. you can spend the last 30 years of your life in a new city, but when you go back to your home town... you can FEEL it in your bones. you could navigate through the place blindfolded if need be. and the memories are what seal the deal.

driving by buildings that have special meaning because you once played soldier on the roof with your grade school loser friends. or some house you drive by, and remember being best friends with the former owners son.

you can't just pick up and move somewhere and have it feel like that.

and im addicted to that feeling. to the comforst and safety that my little pathetic world provides.

but i would not have so much apreciation for all things californian if it wasn't for my travels. nothing like living in a far away land to make you remember why you were born WHERE you were born.

am i wrong? no, im not wrong, im just an asshole.






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