A place to rest my head...

Over the weekend my friend Matt and I went around Park La Brea checking out vacant apartments to move into in late september/early october. I've known Matt since puberty and it's a wonder that we are friends. The only things we have in common are our sick senses of humor and our undercover nerdiness.

Actually, I don't know that it's that undercover....

I am the queen of all things indie between melrose and sunset in the mid nineties. Matt... well... Matt likes Rhianna and Kylie Minouge (is that even how you spell that?). He tells me I don't listen to music that wasn't once released on tape, and I think he might be right....

The apartments are nice, there's A/C which is a step up from the sauna that I am currently in, and despite the fact that I love Amy it will be nice to have a familiar face around to cause trouble with.

I think I've had trouble adjusting to LA. The people I called my friends here seem to have floated away, gone on tour, are miles away in rehab, or OD'd. There's a shit ton of sober people in LA, but everyone I know is a drunkard and they are consistently trying to make me a drunkard (that ain't gonna happen). I think the next step is for Matt to start trying to force alcohol down my throat. Hah! I'm a rad time without booze, and I'd rather be rad than be a sloppy mess.

Comfort-wise it didn't help that I got mugged and my car stolen within the span of a few months....

I was reading someone else's blog and I realized I haven't been out to see no-name shiteous bands in ages. It's been hard to find people to drag out with me or people with the same taste in music. Fuck- most of the bands I like are long disbanded and the people that used to listen to them have moved on to newer things. Cee likes emo I think, though I turned her on to my boy's life CDs (not that it matters, none of those bands are going to reunite). J ran his little vinyl wearing ass back to Ohio. Daniel is awesome, but I think the last band we had in common was Excel- which he was in- and my skate thrash days are long gone. Actually, no- probably Mother Love Bone- but the timespan is nearly the same. I never see him anyway.

Loyalty to music doesn't count for much, but I'm no hipster- I think most music out there is lame and there's no one to show me different.

I think I need some new friends.