It’s my one year anniversary of moving to LA.

Before I moved down here, I made a list of things I needed to be happy. My basic needs:

  1. A hot shower with good water pressure.
  2. Gainful employment.
  3. Creative fulfillment with consistent output.
  4. A handsome boy to get stoney-baloney with.

FOUR FOR FOUR, BITCHES. My shower takes 15 minutes to heat up, my job sucks the life out of me, my sketch group exchanges 97 emails a day/my writing class is chock full of questionable taste, and my wonderful boyfriend doesn’t really smoke (but doesn’t mind that I do).