I'm sitting at my favorite cafe in West Hollywood - JOEY'S.

I used to live right around the corner from this place on Fountain and Sweetzer, my first apartment in LA. I'd saunter down here in my pj's with my neighbors and order the "Joey's Omelette". We usually sat outside, so we could smoke. Nothing like still being slightly drunk from the night before and tokin' a smoke after a big meal.

Today, I sit here wearing the clothes I wore last night - eating an omelette - but I'm sitting inside so I don't have to inhale other people's inhaled-exhaled smoke. I'm wearing the same clothes I wore last night b/c they don't stink, and it lessens my laundry load.

I don't know really what the fuck I wanna write about. I do...but I don't. My full time job is over, going back to part-time (15 hours a week) and I'm moving out of the Brentwood guesthouse I've been living in for the past five months. I'm moving to a storage unit, then I'm going to Asia for 3 weeks - BY MYSELF. I'm getting a little nervous. I've been to South Africa (Mauritius) by myself, but not really - my friend lives there - so I technically just did the transit by myself.

I've been overseas a few times....but I blacked out a lot. So, this is my first time making a huge trip booze-less - but - at least I'm not boob-less.

I was in Colorado last week. It was nuts. I took a little boy that I work with, a 7 year old with Autism. I laughed, cried, and had one nervous breakdown. My family couldn't have been sweeter. They fell in love with him. He's so damn cute, I hope he had fun. I took him to the mountains, he hated it. But, he loved all the pizza, swimming and Thomas the Tank engine youtube videos...so maybe...just maybe he got something out of it. I did. It's a secret.

Ok, I'm sort of sad but hopeful in this moment. Gonna go for a hike, but first I have to go buy some shorts. I forgot to pack some and don't want to drive home to get some. Thankfully there is a thrift store next door, I'll purchase some used athletic bottoms that used to cover someone elses bottoms. Disgusting, but when you live a life on the go like I do - bottoms become you - in more ways than one.

Peace,
Amber