31-May-2007

I am really enjoying this new routine of getting up at 6 AM, writing, and working out.  Then it's like all the hard stuff's out of the way by the time I get to work, and I can kind of sit back and relax and feel awesome because it's only 10:30 and already I've accomplished so much.  Because I am God's gift.  No, really.

I just had lunch with this girl from my home state who literally moved out here yesterday.  Reminds me of the days when I lived up on Laurel Canyon with the Tennis Pro.  I had no car my first week in L.A., and there is no walking to be done on Laurel Canyon.  I once went for two days without food because the Tennis Pro forgot to come home and chauffeur me to dinner.  And he didn't have a refrigerator, so it wasn't like I could go shopping or bring home leftovers.  Would I trade it for the world?  No.  Because now I can smile and tell this new girl that it will all be okay.  She did ask me how long it took for L.A. to feel like home.  To be honest, it took me two and a half years.  It took going back to Kentucky and staying for three weeks to realize that wasn't where I belonged anymore.  And when I got back here, I felt so grateful for this town of coke addicts and posers, of faux friendship and materialism and never being bored.  And I felt grateful for the close friends I've made here, the ones I go to to make fun of the posers and the coke addicts and the frivolity.  The ones who turn to me before a night out with their faux entourages and say, "I'm going to apologize in advance, because I have to turn into another person to get through this night."  Because I understand.  I even like pretending to be someone else for a few hours.  But then I like taking off my heels and eating cobbler and watching JUST FRIENDS and drooling on the couch.  I like being both who I am and who I want to be.  Yeah, being God's gift to humanity is pretty awesome.