The Naturist and The Ghetto

Almost one complete day of living with Nature Boy and I'm still alive and fully clothed. It is way too strange... I've thought about whether or not I'd ever put myself in this situation again. Hmm... yeah, I just don't see it happening. EVER! Thank gawd he covers his twigs and berries with his hands whenever he faces me.

Another thing I realized. My apartment is in the ghetto. Okay, it's not extremely ghetto. But let's just say I'm a long way from Irvine. I'm in a big Portuguese neighborhood and I don't know if it's just the heat, or the weekend, but it seems like half the neighborhood is hanging out right outside my window until the wee hours of the morning.


Again... this has the makings of a very interesting summer.

How I long for stadium seating...

Watched Superman Returns last night. Went to the big theater hoping to watch it on a big screen with surround sound with stadium seating. But of course I forgot I'm in the middle of nowheresville in Maryland. The auditorium we were in had a 110 person capacity. I was utterly disappointed. It's enough to make a woman go mad. Oh, Movie Capital USA, how my heart yearns for thee...


And my ever growing list of other things I miss about California...
1. Jamba Juice
2. In-n-Out
3. Dry heat (as opposed to this 83% humidity nonsense)
4. Beach 20 minutes away
5. My sister nearby... ;) yeah, that was for you, Chachi