The last couple of months have led me to believe that I'm really good at living. There has been such an influx of new interesting people but I've also gotten closer to others that I've known for years. It just makes me realize how much I don't need to clutter my life with substandard people.
So here's what I need:
Hanna Renae Scott!!
Holy fuck, what did I do before this girl came into my life? All of the crazy things I've ever wanted to do are finally being done because now there's a Hanna. But it's not just an appreciation for a partner in crime. My mind is a scary minefield that most people can't navigate, but Hanna has an amazing ability to understand all of the terrible things that occur to me and half the time she's even thinking about them as well. She's made me such a fan off shooting knowing glances. How we can be so different and so similar at the same time is beyond me but I appreciate it immensely.
I need me some Los Angeles. As a native, I might be biased but I adore this city. On top of the fact that I can stay out all night, I can also get up and recuperate at the beach ("The cure for anything is saltwater"). I just can't deal with monotony and in L.A. I never have to. I love that I always have the option of going from fancy to underground wrestling in twenty minutes time.
|Why yes, that is my City of L.A. tattoo.|
Let's just get this out now: I'm a big fat nerd (as evidenced by my tumblr). I'll always appreciate book suggestions. Gimme.
And in return I must suggest that you read The Crying of Lot 49 (Pynchon). It's weird as fuck but I want you to read it. Think 60's California film noir pseudo detective novel with a post office spin. It's a pretty short read and incredibly absorbing. One of the few things I've actually enjoyed reading in a while since I only have time for required reading these days. Let me know what you think and we can go out and get muted post horn tattoos together.