So a few days ago I did something I said I'd never do.
No, I did not fuck a Republican. That's something I'd NEVER do.
I re-joined MySpace.
One can't stay off the crack forever, I suppose. But I do have a valid reason for rekindling my addiction.
I loove my new apartment. My new job is cool, but super busy. And while I don't necessarily miss Southern Cal, I truly miss the friends I made there. I miss them all, but mainly the girls (and boy) I worked with at Glen Ivy. There's something so comfortable about being in a place where you can totally be yourself. At my new job, I'm so busy I don't have time to meet new people or talk to anyone, really. . .and it hit me the other day: These people have absolutely no idea who I am. They don't know that I curse like a sailor, I can do a killer Cher impression, and that outside of work I don't look like a walking ad for Banana Republic. It always sucks to be the new person, no matter where you go. . .and this is no exception. I miss my girls from SoCal. And MySpace gives me a way to see them and feel connected with them even though we're far apart.
That's my reason, and I'm sticking to it.
I love you guys. :)