Los Angeles, I'm Yours

Sometimes I think about moving.

But then I look around, and realize all the awesome reasons to stay right where I am:

• Palm trees.
• Sunshine.
• Hot surfer boys. (Purely for eye candy purposes, surfers are too baked to date.)
• Proximity to my family.
• Generally mild weather. (These last few weeks of brutal heath not withstanding. And by brutal, I mean above 85 degrees.)
• The Hollywood sign.
• The PCH.
• Tons of live music and museums. (Not that I take advantage of these things nearly as much as I should.)
• The beach. (Not that I ever go there.)
• Legalized marijuana. (Not that I would ever partake...ahem.)
• Funky hipster bars with delicious drinks.
• Quirky little shops with adorable jewelry. 
• Dog-friendly culture. (I WANT A PUPPY.)
• Delicious authentic Mexican food.
• Amazing fresh sushi. 
• Laid-back people.
• Liberal culture. 
• The ocean to use as an escape route when the zombies come. 

Ways to make this city better:

• Less traffic.
• A better job.
• Less douchetastic men.
• A bigger apartment.
• Less hermitness. 
• More friends.

I'll work on those. First task, convincing a million cars to GET THE FUCK OFF MY FREEWAY.