They are practically pussy pants…

You will never believe this, but what I was actually trying to write with voice recognition software was: they are poetic little snippets. Not: they are practically pussy pants. But then there are probably many things you wouldn’t believe about me, or wouldn’t want to know, like my thoughts on tomatoes, but I will get to that later anyway.

I arrived back in L.A. two days ago and had all hell trying to not cry when I saw the mountains and L.A. sunset from above in the sky. Then an earthquake welcomed me to earth.

Since I came back I’ve found myself wanting to write ridiculous updates on Facebook. Ridiculous because they’d only mean something to me. Like the look on my face when walking through Trader Joe’s for the first time in almost three years. If you didn’t know better you’d think me in love. The grin plastered on my face was the equivalent of a person in love. Minutes later you could find me crawling down certain aisles of Whole Foods, trying to check out new merchandize.

There are things that matter so much to you and only you because you treasure them. I love food. I’m obsessed with food. On Facebook I almost wrote about how incredible it was to be able to access frozen mango again – is there anything better than mango smoothies in the morning? I think not. This was shortly followed by a need to comment about the sweetness of Trader Joe’s tomatoes and carrots – they weren’t even from my fav farmers market, just regular shop tomatoes and carrots that were divine. I did stop myself from writing this though. I figured the world could do without an update on the state of Trader Joe’s tomatoes. I could, however, not refrain from making a comment about the kombucha ice cream I found at Whole Foods. Only in California – health nut state. And I bloody love it! (Not sure I’d like kombucha ice cream, but you know, health, food, Cali sunshine…)

I’m home and it’s the most incredible feeling. Similar to hugging the twins, or helping Liezel at Little Angels. Oh and I have nine weeks to find an investor for our business. Given I can make my business partner finish the last bit of the business model. If he doesn’t I’ve promised to sue him (or his cold actually that has had him bedridden, it was the cold I wanted to sue, not him). I’m in California now. I have rights. Sue everyone. That’s the solution to everything here, after you have prayed, meditated, done reiki and thought about it during yoga.

It’s good to be back. More than good. Will get around to contacting friends next week after settling accommodation – will be great to catch up with many people I haven’t seen for ages – such a treat. Till then I’m living with my brother from another mother and having discussions that move from buddhism, to Steve Jobs, to hinduism, to porn movies. Yep, I’m in Cali. And it’s good. It’s more than just a little bit good. I just have to track down Jesus tripping on Sunset again to have the full religious experience of L.A.

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2 responses to “They are practically pussy pants…

  1. Gavin Mac Eochaidh

    Welcome home my Dear..good luck on your raise..XO

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