I moved. I like it. I’d been saving my golden bedsheets for the new place. I like them, too.

In other news, I went to the House of Blues on the Sunset Strip last night and didn’t find it obnoxious at all. Pictures should be up on Prefix soon.

The whole thing was actually fun, and people were friendly and unpretentious (apart from those two stereotypically wasted Hollywood girls with their striped highlights, fake tans, VIP passes and desire to punch other women for absolutely no reason, but at least they gave the rest of us something to crack up over. Honestly, you should’ve seen them, with their plastic boobs bubbling out over their tube tops… comedy gold.)

Seriously, I can’t go out in Echo Park and end up chatting with lots of friendly, funny people — I’m not saying they don’t exist, I’m just saying that I don’t end up talking with them. I’m horrifically unfriendly myself, of course, but that’s what made last night so remarkable. People were just that nice.

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