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I'm back. I guess. Back from Nicaragua. Back from Norway, Finland, San Diego, Los Angeles.... wherever the hell I've been over these last months... I'm back. Kind of. I guess I'm here in LA, which never makes me feel the way I do when I go somewhere where I feel "back," but I guess it'll do.


I took the Amtrak from SD to LA today. They overbooked the train, so not everyone had a seat. Luckily, the business class car (who travels business class amtrak anyways?) and they pushed a bunch of people who got on the train last, and thus who couldn't find a seat, to that car. Unfortunately, the selection of said people consisted of people who were already drunk... and myself. Hooray. No really. Hooray! So much entertainment in seeing a whole car of drunk people smoking pot and cigarettes "secretly," all while getting drunker and drunker... and this one fat ugly chick with all these random ass tattoos kept bending over and laughing, jigglying everywhere. I swear, it was like she just got tattoos on whim... like one afternoon she thought, "yeah... pooh... and a SPIDER WEB! AWESOME!" Gross.

Anyways, I'm here. Made it from downtown LA with only 2 creepy young guys and 1 creepy old man making moves on me. Seriously... up until the elevator of Justin's apartment. Hooray.

Out.