with the devil close behind.

oh man that's a pretty pretty pretty pretty bitch.

there ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal.

This describes my first 2 weeks here pretty well:

I really don't mind LA as much as I thought I was going to. It's pretty good weather (my freckles have reappeared for the first time since I was little), people seem pretty nice, and there is an endless supply of real Mexican food (also a bbq in my backyard I've been using a lot.)

I have to start seriously looking for a place for June 1st which is pretty stressful but at the same time exciting. I'm looking forward to being able to settle down a bit and decorate a house. Michelle and I have collectively decided that the house will be covered in dog statues/pictures/posters of both famous and regular dogs. (I'll have a full wall dedicated just to Buckley most likely - I miss him.)

Tomorrow I'm going to cure a bit of homesickness by going to a deli and getting the US equivalent of a smoke meat sandwich - corned beef with swiss cheese. Shit.