Ten times over the last twelve years, I’ve gathered up my possessions, thrown things in boxes, and headed elsewhere.
Category: Moving
“Aaaaaahhhhh!!! I fucking hate this fucking bitch!!” Sofia screamed at the tippy top of her lungs. Screaming had become the preferred mode of expression inside our North Hollywood apartment. Okay, technically it was a ‘Valley Village’ apartment but I tell people ‘North Hollywood.’ That’s only if they’ve never been to Los Angeles. If they have, then…
I’m willing to bet money that you thought I was dead. I’m even willing to bet money that some of you were hoping I was dead. Clearly if I’m not blogging then I must be laying in a ditch somewhere (side note: why is our collective default “dead in a ditch?” I legitimately couldn’t tell…