In my attempt to post more regularly, allow me to delay the act of writing by recapping some of my favorite blogs from my time up until now in Califerny. Rereading some of these, I found myself reliving the various scenes, wondering why Saint Selena allowed me to end up in these predicaments. Join me on a heel-toe down memory lane and shit?

Here are my thoughts from the window seat as I left New York for Los Angeles...

...some vidjo from my 2nd week here. This is maybe my 2nd or 3rd dance class in LA.

A day at the beach with my cousin. The term "Mexicunt" is introduced to the world.





And THEN I had a series of soul-killing jobs.
Here's my first day at "MexiMart."
Then, I started temping. read that foolishness here and here.

Luckily that ended. Then, I was reunited with my book collection.


...and then. I professed. My love. To the creator. of....


ZEBRA CAKES. (well, actual Zebra Cakes are scares in this fuck ass state, so I took what I could get. Sue me.)





Me + Red Velvet = Happiness.









So, then I lived with a Compton-bred brother and sister. Yeah. Things I Will Never Do Again #431


The brother was a rapper. "Dirty Dez." Caveman swag on 100 dozen thousand. Jumpoffs, Bodily Fluids, and Free Advice. 
 








...then I gave a wig-snatching tutorial...






















 And then, Uncle Nethaniel and the remainder of the Real Housewives changed my life last year. And then, I wrote about it.





Good damn times, man. California's been...a learning experience if nothing else. Love it so much that I already have my exit date on the calendar. And yeah, I slacked on the blogging in 2010 as compared to 2009. I have a handful of posts scheduled, so...yeah, hopefully I won't desert this bitch again any time soon. Thanks for reading.

Off to procrastinate on writing.

-chris.alexander




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