You see that young lady's face up there? That's how I look the moment I realize certain people aren't worth my time. There's something about the L.A. air that turns the most humble, considerate human being into a "friend" hopping, 'hey when's it start,' grass is-always-greener-on-the-other-side somebody who won't hesitate to drop plans with you to hang out with someone else who has more to offer them. And I'm here to tell you, it's about them, not you, so please don't take it
It was one of those days in the home office that I know too well: I type or edit on my computer until my wrists hurt, while I listen to children’s laughter pepper Banda music blasting through the airwaves. One of my New Years resolutions was to get out of the house more. Yes, I am an introvert, but no, I do not enjoy being isolated. After my umpteeth conversation with my dad about weather I should stay in and work, or join the living outdoors, I decided to get some fresh air.