We Want It Always And We Want It Fast.

I have lately been burning the candles at both ends with such relentless ferocity that there are times I feel I may collapse from the strain. I am of course being slightly dramatic as that would make me a complete pussy.

No. The drama is entirely self-induced. Working two jobs, flitting off to England for no other greater purpose than I simply felt the fuck like it, continuing to fuck a millennial that sends me texts about Cardi B singles and Bathing Ape drops, still not having a car in a city that pretty well requires one and giving way to much money to Uber driving weirdos at excruciatingly early hours. I simply just can't even.

It goes in stages and then it just goes away. I'm ditching the downtown gig since it is just proving too much driving through Koreatown every day, and when I actually did the adult thing called doing the math it turns out that I might as well be throwing money out the window as someone (who I genuinely hope hasn't been trafficked) is driving me through Koreatown.

And I think I have accomplished everything I wanted to accomplish with my little sojourn on the 26th Floor of God-Knows-Where. I'm going to load up on these noodle pots I just can't seem to get enough of, make a quick hop over to the Whole Foods* and grab some tasty trash pockets and what-nots, say my good-byes to the sad little microwave in the corner and begin to plan my Endless and Exhausting Summer.
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* Whole Foods is complete shit for complete shits and I mean in no way to endorse said menagerie of trash, but like I mean time and all kind of sometimes dictates why we do certain things, and here is no moral calculation involved whatsoever so judge the fuck away.