"I only think of you on two occasions"

Seems as if the universe is trying to send me a message. Unfortunately it is a message that I'm not ready to hear yet, or rather, a message that I dont want to hear. Sometimes it makes me really sad and othertimes Im ok. And ALL of the time I wonder if Im assuming too much or not assuming enough. I already know where this is going. Something to think about before bed tonight...

I dont want the summer to end. I dont want the sunshine to end.

Really what I want more than anything right now is to go back to LA where my biggest problem is deciding what to order for lunch from CPK. In LA I can galavant around town with my best boy Ashley-Smith (aww I miss you Chrissy!) and drink green tea ice blendeds from coffe bean and go to EL COYOTE and spend all my money in BH. I'd wear my huge Chanel sunglasses and my 5 inch platforms just to go to the mailbox and I'd be wonderful. I'd blast Mos as I smash down LaCienega soaking up the Cali sun. I'd be the star of my own fucking movie. I wouldn't have to answer my phone and I would ignore text messages and I would wait for alll of my problems to evaporate into thin air. And its funny, because I really feel like they would. And I feel like I'd be happy and content with the lameness that would be my fabulously monotonous LA existence.

Ironic, yeah?

Maybe if I ignore this stupid thing, it will cease to exist...maybe