Hi.

This is my blog. I’ve been blogging since I was fifteen but talking about eating cupcakes & posting polaroids of all my super cute drunk friends on Livejouurnal doesn’t count. I’m an adult. I should have an adult blog. I’m not sure what the focus will be on. Musings on pop culture, fashion, music, movies, college, cities. Is that enough? Ok. Good.

I’m in Los Angeles right now & I’ve been reading alot of Joan Didion. Love her? Hate Her? LOVE HER. She talks alot about freeways and fancy restaurants and it’s sort of weird. But I’m into it. I read these two this week.

This one’s a memoir & she basically talks about her husband of forty years dropping dead in front of her. Didion’s cold. She’s intellectual. She’s methodical. But it still moved me to tears. Go figure.

This one’s a work of fiction & details a washed up actress’ descent into depression. I read it at Buzz Coffee today on Beverly Blvd & drank four cups of iced tea. Her prose reminds me of  Bret Easton Ellis’ Less Than Zero. It’s unemotional and sort of detached. But honestly,  it’s 100x better than Ellis’.  I can only take chapters about coke binges at Spago for so long.

Didion’s life is envious. She’s impossibly wealthy, eats at places like Dominic’s daily & gets paid to basically talk shit. Albeit more eloquently than the average Joe. But hi, can I have her life/career?

Since I’ve been back in Los Angeles, I’ve been going  to Too Many Tuesdays at Temporary Spaces & Moustache Mondays at La Cita. I feel like a fucking grandpa at Too Many Tuesdays. The median age is 16–if that. Moustache Mondays is full of babezzzzz sans moustaches.  Love it. Love EL-AY. LOVE HIM…………..