going going, back back, to cali cali

the past three seasons can be broken down like this:

fall:
decide to go on hiatus. ditch the city for an extended time for the first time in five years. home to the sf bay.

winter:
worked for an israeli fashion designer. ironic because she is a nazi.

spent most of my time watching hbo and eating leftovers from the cheesecake factory while my sister complained about her 9-5. she works in insurance. she goes on and on about it. i'm still not quite sure what she does exactly.

became a cheerleader for a semi-pro football team based in pacifica. i then quit because i couldn't bear to say i was a cheerleader for a semi-pro football team based in pacifica. i got a rockin uniform and some killer photos out of it. i also gained about 15 slutty 19 year old friends on facebook.

spring:
decide to move to l.a. to hit the grind instead of back to the city after realizing how much i missed home. the sun. ah. the glorious california sun. old buddies that have seen me speaker hug to dj dan in booty shorts and candy bracelets when i was 14. and my sister. i missed her a lot. i also missed in-n-out. shake shack ain't got shit on in-n-out.

now your pretty much caught up. more to come.