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Dear, um, fate, or whoever is in charge of these things:

Thank you for delivering somebody hot, smart, sensual and available who reciprocates my affections. It's been so long.

However, why does he have to live in fucking CALIFORNIA? What the FUCK?

Grateful, but frustrated,



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Sep. 5th, 2006 01:37 am (UTC)
Well, you know what Frank Lloyd Wright said about California

"Turn the world on its side, and everything loose will end up in Los Angeles"
Sep. 5th, 2006 08:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Well, you know what Frank Lloyd Wright said about California
I start to wonder if this is another hint from the universe that I need to move to L.A.
Sep. 5th, 2006 09:17 pm (UTC)
You'll be back in an apartment tho...

No way you can afford a house here - unless you get a job that's like 100K a year - AND Mr. California Dreaming has a job worth 100K too.

Then *mebbe* you might buy a shack in Compton.
Sep. 5th, 2006 09:19 pm (UTC)
hey! I love LA! Come out here!
Sep. 6th, 2006 09:31 pm (UTC)
Please come live with us here in LA! :)
Sep. 18th, 2006 09:11 am (UTC)
As for the first bit: yay, woo!
As for the second bit (a.k.a. the caveat, the P.S., the teeny-tiny fine print at the bottom of the contract)? Well, THAT isn't fair. Boo, hiss, Universe.

That must be like being given a big box of chocolates and finding out they ALL have coconut filling. (For the record, chocolate is very, very good, and free chocolate is even groovier, but coconut is The Great White Satan and bad and yuck.)
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