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[blustocking]

I put some effort into getting dressed today. I look cute, bastards. I smell good too. And being the dumbass I am, I decided on wearing a short skirt, forgetting I have to ride the bus home at 11pm tonight. weehoo.

I'm really hating the (nighttime)bus now. Why won't people just leave me the fuck alone? Last night, a very drunk, very old, little Hispanic man told me how beautiful I was and that he loved me. Then proceeded to fucking talk to me the whole way home, even though I had headphones on and was leaning on my arm, feigning sleep. I want my fucking car back, NOW. I will take the bus during the day, but I've fucking had it with the nighttime bullshit. Take your cheap power-plays and shove it up your ass, I'm just trying to go home.

I'm so sick of it taking hours to get where I need to go.
AND a giant FUCK YOU to Los Angeles

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[lagnolalia.livejournal.com]

Some parts are really exciting for me, like the "looking for it" part and the part where it's the perfect, perfect place. Then there is the "let down" part when you get inside and it's dirty, or when the carpeting is ugly. (what is with the universal SHIT BROWN carpeting in these places!?) I mean, fuck carpeting - it's got to be hardwood floors throughout with tile kitchen and bath or fuck it, you know?! Go all the way, dammit, or don't go! Or when you fall in love and then it's too expensive. Or when it's not too expensive and it's perfect, and you fall in love and some other undeserving RAT BASTARD gets approved before you can even get your application in.

We're looking everywhere from Miracle Mile to Long Beach, but at this point, I'd much prefer the latter. I want out of this shithole and I could care less about coming back. There have never been fewer reasons to stay here than now. But I do know what you mean about getting together, and I really do wish we could just do that already.

Ugh.

Onward through the smog.

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[blustocking.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's quite an emotional roller-coaster ride when looking for a place to nest. I MISS EFFING HARDWOOD FLOORS!!!! I grew up with them and I want them back, dammit.

As more and more of my friends move away, moving back home makes me feel less guilty, sad, but less guilty.

I hate morning.