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.

you don't know me and you don't know my style.

I had a nice/sad goodbye weekend in Toronto/Brockville this weekend. Most of the time was watching VHSs, eating candy, drinking Strongbow and doing crafts with Fud & Jesse which was actually perfect. One of the movies we watched was 'Tougher than Leather" a movie starring Run DMC and directed/written by Rick Rubin. Needless to say it was fucking hilarious and awesome. It made my want for a leather pork pie hat shoot to a new level.

Also, new summer look? (thanks for the lesson Lauren.)

tell em' a sad story.

Going to Toronto tomorrow to see my sister before I leave. Sister movie food night fun. YES.

I be so LA got my Chucks and my Locs on.

I have a feeling that my new life is just going to be a constant real life version of Miley Cirus's "Party in the USA" but less partying. Fuck.

Say it right now baby.

	Drake - Over .mp3

Even though he has lyrics like "what am I doing, oh yeah, that's right - I'm doing me." I still have a huge amount of love for Drake. I can't fucking help it. Maybe it's because we made out once (kiss on the cheek. same shit.) or because he's Canadian, or because he's BFF with Lil' Wayne. Whatever it is, he's won me over in a big way.

I went to Quebec city yesterday/today for work. It was a pretty short and sweet visit. It's insane how being completely immersed in french for even 2 days makes me feel like I understand/can speak it a million times better. I even ordered my breakfast in french. (Deux ouefs avec les saucisses.) Call me Celene Dion. Thanks.

I'm drinking a delicious chocolate stout right now. It's helping me deal with my psychotic anxiety over making adult decisions. (The biggest ones of life.) Chocolate Beer + Drake = coooooooooooool.