dear lord help me..

I am in California.
San Diego to be exact. Now, San Diego, I don't really have a problem with. In fact, I am rather enjoying my time here. Let me tell you about my hour and a half in Los Angeles. I FREAKIN HATED. I MEAN HATED WITH AN UNHOLY PASSION. Its 8:45 or something, I dont know- hard telling when you lose a few hours flying west. I am walking off the plane, into LAX where I am suddenly surronded by more Louis Vouittan luggage and stupid stilletos (AT 8AM)- what are you trying to accomplish on a Sunday morning people), I digress. ITS 8:45 AM AT LAX and they are BLASTING GWEN STEFANI HOLLABACK GIRL. I HATE THAT SONG. I REALLY HATE THAT SONG.

then.. I go off in search of Starbucks- there are at least eleventy million people in line. No problem, I am going to another terminal, they should have a 'bucks there right? WRONG. But they do have GREEENDAY BLASTING THAT DAMN AMERICAN IDIOT SONG. I can see why people are bitter by living out here. Its evil.

But, I got to San Diego, and its gorgeous. My room at the Marriot on the Harbor has a balcony. I can hear the clang clang clang of the trolly (I rather feel like Judy Garland in Meet Me in St. Louis), I can see the lights of Nordstroms from my room (a rather religious experience), and I can see water. Somehow, that makes it all better. It really does.

California is probably not for me. If I can make it out of here before an earthquake strikes, I will be blissed out.