May 10, 2005

I Need To Get The Eff Out Of New York

In 48 hours, I'll be in L.A.
Can you say Hallelujah? (Oh my God. I just Hosanna'd Los Angeles. Sweet Jesus, I must really be in a rut.)
I'm bored, depressed, irritable, not so interested in blogging, and pale.
The one person I want to call me isn't, and somehow a person I gladly cut out of my life back in November is calling me.
So the joke is that now that I have enough money to stop worrying day and night, my brain is freed up to think about what a mess the rest of my life actually is.
Something better happen in the world soon, so I can blog about something other than my whiny existence.
Yeah, yeah,
someone threw a handgrenade at W. That brought a smile to my face.
Renee Zellweger married some country singer and allegedly ate. Wahoo.
Oliver Stone's Alexander will be edited to trim off 8 minutes of the gay storyline to make it more marketable to Red States. Outrage. Anger.
Whatever. Yawn.


Blogger Serra said...

Here's hoping you get all the sun and fun you can stand in LA--I'm betting you've earned a vacation!

10:17 AM  
Blogger Jesster said...

Looking forward to hearing about your trip. Can I live vicariously through you? Thanks.

4:08 PM  

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