After I came back from my walk around the neighborhood tonight, I tried putting my beach chair out on my balcony to see if I'd be able to sit out and enjoy these balmy Burbank nights. But alas, my chair is too short to see over the completely stuccoed balcony. If it was just steel bars, I'd have no problem but my apartment was built before the 70's, when people became more comfortable with their voyeurism. Oh well. It's either ride real low or get taller chairs, I guess.
Stepping back a bit, on my walk around the neighborhood, I came to a several block stretch of residential suburban streets that had no sidewalk. It was right about where the border of Glendale into Burbank was that the sidewalk resumed. So I ask, "What the fuck, Glendale?" From what I can tell, your largest ethnic group (Armenians, duh!) loves to walk around, particularly at dusk, when it would be most dangerous to not be on a sidewalk as cars wiz by. "What the fuck," I repeat politely.
I guess this is my return to blogging... I'm not terribly sure about that. It's pretty weak if you ask me. This was just getting too long to be a status update.
:-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!
