oh, cali. oh, sunshine. oh, StephenLCKristin.

I was standing in checkout at Safeway the other day, fantasizing personal reality of size 00 pants I assumed miss Longoria was struttin' in this USWeekly shot, and the typical of gossiping via verizon wireless, when this lady started making smalltalk with me. She asked me how the weather was 'down there' and I stared at her like an idiot. I was all whaaaaat, until she clarified south Cali, where I was obviously from, I mean wasn't I? I laughed. She apparently thought I flaunted a californian status, with my tan .. my natural blonde curls .. my laidback vibe? I DON'T EVEN KNOW, but I laughed and told her I was a born washingtonian.

Weird. But I got to thinking, and I came to realization: I can see myself one place in the world opposed to anyyywhere else. And that's Cali. You don't even know how much I crave it on a daily basis, I don't think it's healthy. I dream of sunshine and when the weather here delivers it, I about shit myself with happiness. Ahhh, the palm trees, the overboard of heat, the constant laying out and basking in the sun, real live SAND and ocean and sunglasses. Talk about opportunity of opening your linen closet and having more than two or three beach towels!! AH, hello Heaven. I get giddy thinking about Laguna/Huntington everywhere around there. Hence my reasoning behind pursuing a worthy spring break this year, and doing everything in my power to convince the parents to take their little princess to her paradise.

It's getting quite ridiculous actually. Maybe if I love it so much down there and it truly satisfies my unsatisfication of Seattle weather, I'll seduce a naive boy and sneak into his mansion so my parents can't bring me home. Yay! for courtney is brilliant.

that's all I had to say. Just the usual of confessin' my hate for my rainy hometown, and my passionate love for where I dream of living in a mere 3 yrs. NOW. Anyone up for a LB marathon? Lalalala, SUCHA GOOD MOOD (: