A conversation with Paul via Twitter:
me: FUCK I HATE L.A. TRAFFIC!!! I love this city and I don't want to have to ever move, but traffic is just...the raw dog. Makes me wanna leave.
Paul: come back up here! we have traffic, but it's the nice, hippy sort of traffic, not the evil, LA type.
me: You keep enticing me with promises of booze, fun times and hippy traffic. How can I resist?
He always says he wants me to come back...but I can't leave my beloved city unless he can promise me more than what we had almost 4 years ago...(sigh)
Still mad/grateful Dan is around, though.
GOOD: He fixes my flat tires.
BAD: But he lets his alarm ring non-stop from 4:30 am and onward and doesn't hear it, sleeps through it, refuses to turn it off because that "helps" him wake up at 6:45 am.
GOOD: Makes delicious home-cooked meals.
BAD: Makes a mess everywhere and doesn't bother to put anything away.
GOOD: We're going to the Bad Religion show together tonight.
BAD: He still hasn't paid me back for the Conan tickets he was going to surprise me with.
Maybe leaving L.A. for Berkeley isn't such a bad idea...
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