Trust is like a broken mirror. You can fix it...

I fancy myself to be an easy going kind of gal. This snow business better quit. I want my tan. There are few joys I get out of all of this bullshit.

You know, there's a reason why I chose to live in California. A short drive from snow isn't it.

I promise not to do too much of anything at a party ever again. This trip is just no damn good. Where's the religious experience? Where's seeing colors and shit? Absolute waste of a good night out.

He was kinda cute though.

Anyway, I am sick of bumming off cigarettes from creeps. Someone get me a real box. I don't care what. Help a girl out?

I come from the US of A. Born and raised in California, the Golden State or Little Mexico. It's a great place. You can drive about an hour or so to get to a desert, a forest or the snow. It is one of the best places on earth. An intruder or murderer who happens to be wounded in the act has a right to sue the counter attacker. California is also where a great percentage of the most beautiful people in America live because of the beaches, the beauticians and the surgeons. If you can't pay to be beautiful you can live like you're beautiful. Or if that's not your style, there are a great number of quaintly urban spots for you and your homeboys. There is also a literal boiling pot of races. It's bigger than New York, and a shit ton easier to get into than Ellis Island.

Are you sold yet? I think that you should think about it a little more. ...What the hell. Really. Anyway, I mostly lived in Mexico. Same difference. Cheaper living.

I'm accounted for the sugar. Working on the beer. Tears? What next?