Well this weekend was my 22nd birthday, and let me tell you I was stressed and disappointed the whole weekend. Lets just say that if for all of my future birthdays I have to look forward to what happened this weekend, then I may as well die now. I really miss being around people who actually give a damn about me, despite the fact that i'm like no other in my frank way of living. People who live here are so soft and self-centered, they actually believe the rest of the world operates how they do here...well they don't!!! Where I come from when your friends birthday comes around, its their time to shine. What I mean is whatever activity they want to engage in you're supposed to be there, if they want to get scummy till' the sun comes up then that's what's supposed to take place. You are not supposed to flake on them. Anyways- let me move on before I start to be really brutal. So, this weekend really put the stamp of approval on moving to new york for me. I know who and where my real friends are. I got calls from people I hadn't spoken to in years just for my birthday. It truly is the thought that counts. For all of you who called me, and genuinely sent birthday greetings thank you , to all of you who did the opposite, I can't wait for your bubble to be burst. Oh- and I still Hate L.A.
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