Hey, kids. So today marked the 1 year anniversary of my move to L.A., or Burbank rather. I really don't live in L.A. I mean, I do, but I don't venture much into real L.A. Burbank is kind of a hot, sleepy suburb. There isn't much excitement and most things close before 11pm. It's basically like El Cajon, just less white, and less meth (I think).
But yeah, it's been a crazy year. I had 5 months where I had no job, with exception of minor day-gigs. But now I've been with FotoKem for 7 months. I've made more money than I've ever made, and I spent more than ever too. But the latter is so much more fun. The work is good. I work hard and my bosses seem to genuinely appreciate it. My hours are definitely better now than the graveyard ones. I did 2 and a half months of graveyard. If you didn't see me during that period, you know why, but also be glad you didn't. It was pretty bad. I needed many naps. Ooh, bad...
What started because of the graveyard shift has continued: my weight loss. I've lost 30 pounds this past year. By all rights I needed it somethin' awful. I was the heaviest I'd ever been. But the ladies still loved me, let the record show! It's funny. My watch was tight on my wrist when I got here. Now, if I swing my arm a bit, it rotates all the way around.
One recent improvement in my home life is the departure of my shitty roommate, Max. It was like a weight was lifted from the house. Everyone is much happier. He left his parting shots though. The day he moved out, I could hardly sleep from all the banging around he did. But that wasn't much different from the normal. The guy ran up and down the stairs like a 6 year old. Everyday. It was like there was homemade cookies in his room when he went up, and the ice cream man was passing by when he went down. Inconsiderate. And did I mention he wore my dress shoes?! I could keep going but I'd just get angry. That's not a good idea after 2am. Right, Pacman???
I haven't met the new guy yet, and it might be funnier if I never do, but by all accounts he's cool. So far so good. My towel's been unmolested and he's even bought toilet paper. Less than 10 days in, he's already outdone what Max hadn't done in 7 and half months. There I go again... Anyway, hope I'll meet the new guy soon.
Oh yeah, I had a birthday this week... Bet you didn't notice. By the attendance at my San Diego party, I'd win that bet hands-down. It's hard to be qualitative rather than quantitative about it when you don't even break double digits. It's like I'm selling cancer... Oh well, your loss. I had lots of great food and plenty o' brewskis. But whatevs. Thanks again to those who did pop on by: You're awesome! Let's hope my L.A. party goes well.
Anywhoo, year-end-wrap-up-via-thumb-gesture goes as follows: Thumb mostly up. So that's good. It hasn't always been easy but thanks to my family, my friends, my co-workers, most of my roommates, and pretty importantly, Amanda, my 1st year in L.A. (er, Burbank) has been more fun than none. Let's hope it continues into a snowball (not the dirty kind) of greatness that I can share with everyone I care about. Or let's at least hope I stay off the pipe. Small victories, kids... :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!
