there's nothing stranger to the tongue than a warm apple...

these past two years in los angeles have felt like an extended vacation, an eternal summer...a disneyland of dreams...a film noir of love. when i was 18 i stepped onto california ground for the first time, in this physical form at least, and after a week i was like a baby begging to go home. the second time i stepped onto this soil, i didn't leave, except for travel. everything was(is) magical...the sprawling city dazzled me with it's desert ambiance and hollywood glow. the sun continues to beat hard day in and day out. it's fall, and i'm still sweating from this pulsating heat. i don't think i was really meant for the southern lifestyle. it's too pretty, it's too good, i find it hard to be ambitious when i feel like i'm on a really long vacation. i understand now why starlets, rockstars, pre-madonnas, scriptwriters, etc, need this environment. it keeps you relaxed, glowing, and pampered. unfortunately i've lost all sense of time, seasons never really come in the city, it just a cycle of hot, cooler, rainy, warm, but it's always dry. i actually prefer northern cities, with their moist air, cold rainy days, vibrant spring shine. although, humid summers are the worst. so it's fall and i want to see foliage without having to drive xxxmiles to some outer county. i want to wear a fall coat during the day for like 3 months in a row. i want to feel the holidays coming. i want to hear the wind rattling my ear drums. but i'm at a crossroads, because i never want to leave paradise...