I feel like the easyness/not-writing-ness of tumblr has made me feel like I've hit a blogspot wordblock. (fucking tongue twisterrr). So anyone who reads this, please forgive my lack of great blog writing/one sided conversation.
I went on a hike today for the first time since I moved here and enjoyed it more then I thought. I'm generally a pretty big fan of being in nature, but the idea of 1) dragging my ass out of bed on a Sunday morning and 2) climbing up a hill with a bunch of LA douchebags who are in 100000x better shape then me and all have dogs (makes me jealous and sad), didn't really turn my crank too much. Either way I stopped being a wiener and did it, and actually had a good time.
Not to get all deep-blog here, but even though my adjustment to life here (LA mang) has been slow and isolating at times, I feel like it's forcing me to figure a lot of shit out about myself. This time that lesson being that instead of being a little bitch about how
lazy I am, stop being lazy. (There's also lessons on inadequacy, relationships, etc. But i'll save that juicy shit for another emotion-filled faggy blog.)
All in all, my ass is looking firm and banging is the moral of this story I would say.
Also, I just realized after spell checking this that i've been spelling "wiener" wrong my entire life. I use this word SEVERAL times a day. Thanks for not telling me ever, everyone.