vidalia

I'm stuck in LA right now.
My car broke down, my friends are at work, I'm sitting in their apartment alone until ten. I've been alone since I woke up.
I lost my $100 gold septum ring. My camera ran out of batteries and I'm broke. I lost the cable that connects my camera to the computer. My ipod ran out of batteries and I left that cable somewhere hours away.
I have $1.62 sitting on the floor next to my falling-apart purse. I'm not even in real LA; I'm Sherman Oaks, where apparently nothing ever happens. If I could, I would buy a forty and sit at the park with the dirty kids and smoke rollies and make stupid jokes and maybe get hassled by the police a little bit. Maybe just play with the dogs and have a good time and make stupid jokes and put together all our change for a second round.
But I'm about three bucks short on that adventure, and there are no dirty kids within a 7 mile radius.
I hate this place.
I don't think I could ever live here.
Not in this county, anyways. I have to be someplace where I can strike up a conversation with a stranger. This doesn't happen here. even though I'm clean and non-threatening, and I smile and say how's it going, and people just look down.
I don't even have my dog with me: my partner in crime. Without her, there is nobody here who gets me.





EDIT: my car will be fixed by monday. I'm just being a pussy about it, I guess.