I’m not going to lie,
I’ve been pretty emo these past couple of days.
The drive home was a subtle tearfest, with every song on my iPod causing me to have tears in my eyes remembering my days at the
U of A.
But today I decided to embrace my city/ new life and roam Los Angeles.
Like, I actually went everywhere except for Santa Monica.
I don’t recall the last time I went to the gym, due to my frequent binge drinking for the past 4 months which
would then cause a hangover which would then lead to Chick-fil-A.
So today I went, got lost downtown, and eventually made my way to the valley to find some
clothes/accessories for my trip to Cabo San Lucas in a couple of weeks.
The valley was a fat fail in the shopping department so I ventured over to Coldwater to the promise land:
The Beverly Center.
Long story short I opened a bloomingdales account.
I think my mom is trying to help me during this difficult time.