Done and...done. *sigh* So...

If you know me, then you know the story. For those of you that don't keep in regular contact w/ me- I moved to Santa Barbara last week for a job at a publishing company. The last month has been nothing short of complete chaos. Without getting into detail, let me say this: I am never moving again. Ever. I don't care if Santa Barbara breaks off into the ocean, i'm going to ride that motherfucker out to sea.

To the people of Los Angeles: Good times, bad times. Keep in touch.

To the people of the Gardena U Haul: I told you my bumper wouldn't break off on the highway you ass-clowns. What's with all the waivers?

To the people of the Town and Country Inn: Nice hotel. Hey, can you put me in the room with the shattered door jam from the chain being ripped off the wall so there's no question that i'm sitting in a violent crime scene? For a week? Thanks. By the way, your carpets smell terrific. Is that a tooth?

To the people of the Santa Barbara Craigslist: "rustic" does not mean treehouse (I only wish I had my camera for this one). Also, when taking pictures of your house to advertise the room for rent, don't bother moving the unconscious girl surrounded by beer cans on the couch. That's solid marketing. Plus the perverts and rapists don't know about Craigslist yet, so you're sure to get some winning responses.

Finally, to the good people of Santa Barbara: ...sup bitches?


pics of my new backyard