2 posts tagged “los angeles”

Dear Anitra,

One of the biggest changes to come about since I've been in Los Angeles is my lack of online time.  More specifically, I miss our online chats. 

In Vegas I would log on shortly after waking up to see you already up, at work and ready to have one of our usual "girl talks" where we think the same thoughts, have pretty much the same opinions and laugh at our own inside jokes.  I miss that.  Having my schedule change at work has put a damper on my "Nini time", and I am definitely feeling it.

If I had been able to catch you online today, I would have told you about the fucked up ass letter I wrote to my ex (You know, the Mama's Boy), because I'm still in one of those letter writing moods.  Girl, I called him all kinds of Mama's Boys and selfish bastards, and I pointed out to him how he constantly uses me to prop him up.  I basically let him know I will no longer be the kick-stand supporting his broke down ass life, and he will have to get along without me.  Even if I didn't say it in those words, I'm sure it was implied in one of those "mother fuckers" or "fuck you, you tit-sucking piece of shits".

I would tell you how Allen E's band has the new music up with him singing the leads now.  Remember the MySpace page I showed you?  I listened to that music today and was filled with so much love for him, because even though he can sometimes be a clueless jerk, he was my clueless jerk, and I love the way he sings.  He's such a rockstar.

I'd tell you how my commute to work only took about 35 minutes today.  Leaving at 5am has its benefits.  No one was on the 10 or the 5, and I felt like the world's luckiest commuter.  Driving back and forth to Orange County may not be so bad after all.

I'd tell you how I love my new office.  It's so big and pretty and CLEAN.  Even the bathrooms are top notch.  I'd promise to take pictures tomorrow and post them, so you can see just what I mean.

I'd tell you about how I've been more conscious of what I put in my mouth, and a bag of Skittles today was the first real bullshit I've had.  I've traded my frappucinos in for regular coffee with less than an ounce of steamed milk.  Starbucks is still getting my money, but less of it. 

I'd tell you how funny it was that I was up before McDonald's breakfast today.

I'd tell you how that show Baldwin Hills on BET is so freaking funny to me, but I watch it like a train wreck every time it is on.

I'd tell you how happy I am that cable out here has TvOne.

I'd tell you about the walk I took today.  I actually took pictures on this one.  I'd tell you how I love living in my neighborhood, and I show you the pictures of the pool we used to pay fifty cents to swim in when we were kids, the sunset I captured between the trees, the men playing soccer on the field in the park, the houses with the red doors (there were lots!) and the street I thought looked more like a Thomas Kincaide photo than the street me, Nakachi and Knaw'lej used to live on.

I'd tell you how four days in, I feel so far removed from my Vegas life, and I know that sounds silly because I've not been here that long, but it's true, and I'd know that when I said it, you would understand just what i meant, because we are always righthere.

I'd end it all as I usually do, telling you how much I love you, sending you the little kissy face smileys and looking forward to speaking with you the next day.

Since you weren't online for me to say all of this to, I wrote it in this letter.

Love,
Monique

it's sunday.  it's cool and breezy outside so far.  nothing like the hot dragon breath i just left behind.  i'm thinking about getting a pedicure and going to the beach, but not in that order.

it's nice to be able to sit in a house with the windows open.  the sound of the street and the wind blowing the blinds back and forth has been a foreign one to me for a long time. 

i had six cds in my disc player for my drive, and just as i made the 15/10 interchange which really lets you know you are basically in L.A., the Red Hot Chili Peppers kicked on with Dani California.  Signs...

i want to go listen to them now, with my camera and a good book, smell the ocean and watch the waves.

but first, i have to get the rest of my clothes out of the car.