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Standing in my new empty apartment, my dumpy little place with a view of downtown and lake, one of the wooden frame windows doesn't want to stay up on its own and startles me with a clump sound against the peeling paint sill. A screen is missing from the one that faces the lake and I imagine a drunken fall three stories down. I paced out spots for the kitchen table, the bed, the love seat and worry that I've haven't even listed half the stuff I'm bringing. The kitchen table is mentally moved to block my future death. The paint is already one tenant old with punctures left where their photos were placed. Found artifacts in the drawers; a elementary class portrait of a little girl, an empty Mexican brand of sauce can, two red drawer handles with a single inadequate layer of red paint. A little thicker and I would consider leaving it. A little dumpy place that holds none of my memories, just a liberating emptiness.

All I'm doing is packing, cleaning, packing and asking myself questions. Do I keep this? Do I have room? Why do I have two coffee makers? Why do I Have a walnut cracker, a garlic smoosher thing, and a candy thermometer? Realtors kept coming by the house this weekend which would be fine if every object I own wasn't strewn around on the floor to be sorted and I didn't look like crap. All would've been avoided if the lame listing agent read the email where I stated this weekend was not okay to have hordes of strangers coming by, but hey I'm just the current tenant so my needs apparently don't matter. One group was quite pushy with the agent insisting it really was alright for them to come by and look, translating what I said for the Chinese couple as the wife tried to push her way past me with the husband just hanging back. Already tired, grumpy and unshowered I pulled out my long perfected retail smile, the one I last effectively used with 'Please get the fuc...

1) I really should stopping napping in McDonald parking lots. I was on my third scouting expedition for apartments last night and I think I found a wonderfully dumpy place in EP with a pretty kick ass view. This was the second time CB. I invited to tag along for company and her Nosey McNoserson tendencies which kick into near masturbatory joy at the opportunity to go through someones residence (empty or not), any door marked employee only, and your medicine cabinet. 2) I should thank Corey in advance in his help moving the refrigerator up that flight of stairs. I have such great friends. The last time out with CB we grabbed a bite at the Bright Stop because I had never been there. This time coincided with my annual free Red Robin B-day burger / I'm getting too old to eat that make artery clogging food in one sitting. hello Mr superlicious Royal Red Robin Burger! Meet my mouth. Sadly I had to go hang out in the Valley afterwards as my CB took care off some things leaving me with qu...

I cant tell you how happy I am with the thought of moving even though my choices are either a so-so neighborhood mere minutes from work (hawthorne, torrance) or a so-so neighborhood twenty minutes away (echo park or koreatown) but closer to my hangouts and people who are charitable enough to call me their friend. Actually the choice is simple and I'm all about the simplification of my life right now. That and I can only afford simple. Central air? Don't need it. Private garage/parking space? For wimps! Yard work? Overrated Electricity? Not if I can locate the TV Pedaler Well I think I just got tired of driving so much just a sleep in an area that offered very little to me. Give me culture, crowded sidewalks of life encounters, in person conversations over long distance calls and less of these material possessions I've accumulated over the years. I'm such a hypocrite though. As I talked to Corey about selling off my washer / dryer / refrigerator / beds / couches I hear G...

10 years is a long time. So I put notice in with my landlord last night. Yes my friends, I'm leaving Casa de Walnut ( city website , wiki ) for destinations unkown at this point. I should really figure that part out soon. Guessing since work is in the South Bay-ish it should be close to there but I'm open to anywhere in a 20 mile radius. I'm also open to winning the lotto too... continue This what I'm giving up - some good some bad. minumum one hour commute each way. (one morning was 2.5 hrs) 4 bedrooms, 2 car garage (too much space) chopping down that pepper tree beast every year (a 20 foot weed) a front and back yard I never used (I don't like nature) a spa I never used (I don't like water) Between the commute, rising gas prices, a crappy roommate who also just gave noticed, and with all my friends and hangouts 30 miles away in Los Angeles proper, it just seemed like time to move on with my life. "thoughts came be haunting / memories can leave you awr...