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Four weeks since I last wrote. Explanation?! I don't have a life right now. It's spent in my car driving to and from work, working for 9 hours and repeating. I get home and go straight to bed, get up and do it all over again.  A phrase I am over using lately: curve balls are being thrown at me left and right. In seven days I have to be out of my house, and need to move to LA. Do I have a place to live? Nope. Adventure? Maybe. Panic? Yes. Scared shitless?! For sure. But I'll survive. For some weird weird ass reason my life always falls into place. I don't know how I have managed to not get seriously ill, die in a car wreck due to anger or falling asleep at the wheel. Whatever this is that I'm doing is giving me serious perspective, forcing me to be a big girl and to deal with it. Guess what, every single person is going through shit. So my sob story is not anything different from anyone else's. But of course I feel super alone, stressed and panicked. I have some amazing friends who have offered their homes, help to move, and support. What would I do without them... Survive yes, but why would I want to? They're in my life for a reason.

I firmly believe every thing happens for a reason but I sure wish I understood the reason whenever something happens. Life consists of lessons, reasons, trials, hardships, upsets, joy, success, failure, love, hate, one night crazies, life, wine, friends, crazy people, signs, streets, weather, life. It is insane to me and half the time I don't get it. I like to take in everyone's vibes around me and feel what they feel.  I like to meet new people and see what they're about. I don't want to date, I want to just know people.

Presently I am sitting on the only chair that is in my house. All my belonging are scattered every where and it's a chaotic mess. Back to Beverly Hills in the morning, cleaning, packing and figuring out where to move this week is crucial. Scared.to.death.

C'est la vie my friends. Such is life,

Peace babes.

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