West Coast Style

3:30 in the afternoon and I haven’t gone outside. I’m waiting on a package. Three packages, in fact.

Here I am in sunny LA, cooped indoors because FedEx is playing their little game with me. They supposedly “tried” to “deliver” the packages on Saturday, when “nobody” was “here”. Uhhhh, yeah, I was kind of in Santa Cruz. Sorry, FedEx, that I couldn’t be here the exact second you were.

I have only been in LA one day, and I am already the biggest loser here. I have not gone outside – save going from the train station to the car, from the car to the apartment – and I have only three friends. This is not like The O.C. at all!

It is kind of like season 1 of 90210 though, if I am Brandon and Brenda. Except for Brandon wound up in a hot tub with a hot girl a few days in, so…. we’ll see.

Why won’t FedEx come already????? What is this, some kind of fucking joke?!

I need to clip my toenails but my scissors were thrown out at the airport by the security lady.

And I am so hungry.

I am listening to depressing ass Band of Horses, which reminds me of being depressed while seeing them play for free at McCarren Pool.

Once these packages come, I am going outside to explore, and to become popular.