There are two places where they know my name in LA: The Le Parc Suites Hotel in West Hollywood and Trax Bar at the Amtrak station. This does not speak well of my coolness factor.
I'm tired of coming up to LA. I'm tired of cranky and immature co-workers up here. I'm tired of doing a job that I don't really care that much about, even if they do treat me well.
I'm lonely, and you've heard this tune before, but I am and there it is. I'm sick of myself getting all psyched up at the prospect of meeting women and then not. I can deal with this. I'm not unhappy, but I don't know... something's off. At one moment tonight it came over me like a crushing weight, and then it was gone. God I'm tired of my own wining.
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