I should have posted more. I have done many many things in the past two weeks. I have gone to California twice, met all sorts of new people, seen new things, gotten dumped, hated my job, failed to pay bills, and worked my ass off while varying in my billable hours.
So California... the land of the rich and famous. I saw lots of rich. Didn't see any famous. Not a big fan of Sacramento. L.A. has a lot to offer. Such as traffic and pompous people. But it also has lots to see, lots of ways to spend money, and lots of women showing off their bodies no matter how appropriate (ie when you turn 40, stop wearing tube tops).
Apparently the 80's are returning. While at a bar in Sacramento, I noticed that many of the women there were wearing sweaters, earrings, and shirts straight from the 80's. Pink, Teal, and Neon abound. So did big hair. Beware, all, of the eighties for they return.
And speaking of Sacramento, I am sure that if I were to move there, I would be a mack daddy. The men there are all fake... all trying to be more LA or East Coast. None of them are real. And the women aren't real, but you can see that they so desire something, anything, to be real. And if I can be that man, so be it.
