Dude, sometimes I forget how awesome my cats are... Wait, no I don't. I never forget. My cats are fucking AWESOME. Better than yours. Way better.
Being home is pretty silly. I am always surprised (although I shouldn't be) at the exceptionally dense population of hipsters and wannabe hipsters that reside in the southern California basin. Seriously, Matt and I saw this 9-year-old dude walking outside of Barnes & Noble today wearing spandex leggings and 90s-era Nikes with a tight black tee and long, girly hair to match. We breed 'em young. Yes we do.
I'm going to Rombi's now with my parents to eat Italian food that is good. Then we are picking Matt up from work (at See's Candy!) and hitting up a movie at Bella Terra. So much changes when you're not at home. Seriously. Bella Terra (a fancy, schmancy shopping center in Huntington Beach) is all but complete, and my house is essentially nothing more than concrete on the first floor. We are renovating the downstairs in a huge way, and there are not even functioning appliances to speak of. Picture this: lots of wrapped up shit plus a dining room table in the middle of a concrete-floored room, and that is my house.
I got my hair(s) cut today. I always hate the way I look immediately after getting a haircut, but that feeling usually subsides within a week or so.
My cats are better than yours! Huzzah! And one more thing: remember this song? So good.
Being home is pretty silly. I am always surprised (although I shouldn't be) at the exceptionally dense population of hipsters and wannabe hipsters that reside in the southern California basin. Seriously, Matt and I saw this 9-year-old dude walking outside of Barnes & Noble today wearing spandex leggings and 90s-era Nikes with a tight black tee and long, girly hair to match. We breed 'em young. Yes we do.
I'm going to Rombi's now with my parents to eat Italian food that is good. Then we are picking Matt up from work (at See's Candy!) and hitting up a movie at Bella Terra. So much changes when you're not at home. Seriously. Bella Terra (a fancy, schmancy shopping center in Huntington Beach) is all but complete, and my house is essentially nothing more than concrete on the first floor. We are renovating the downstairs in a huge way, and there are not even functioning appliances to speak of. Picture this: lots of wrapped up shit plus a dining room table in the middle of a concrete-floored room, and that is my house.
I got my hair(s) cut today. I always hate the way I look immediately after getting a haircut, but that feeling usually subsides within a week or so.
My cats are better than yours! Huzzah! And one more thing: remember this song? So good.
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