I guess that's just an afterthought to my previous contention that "black handbags are lame." I mean, I myself have several and I do have to admit to the indispensable usefulness of the proverbial black handbag. It's totally inconsequential, this whole vein of thought. But I just wanted to say, for the record, give handbags of another color a chance, because then society is more inclined to accept them instead of peering oddly at a person who has it and automatically thinking that the person is trying to call attention to themself.
On to more serious, pertinent matters. I said goodbye to a good friend of mine today. She is moving to Colorado with her husband and adorable toddler, and we had a semi-tearful goodbye in the darkly lit parking lot of my apartment complex. We weren't crying or anything, but it was definitely sad, because she's one of the most amazing people I have had the privilege of knowing. It's one thing to just appreciate a very good person in your life -- one with excellent values, an enviable work ethic, even great genes. But it's another thing when this person is wickedly funny and self-admittedly a "diarrhea mouth" when she's good an' lickered up. When someone really sarcastic in your life leaves... Well, man, that'll just kill you.
In a mere month or so, I am leaving a bunch of good people behind. I haven't thought much about it because I'm only allowed right now to think about how much the Bar is ruining my life. But in a short time I will start lamenting the good people of my San Diego life that I am leaving for diabolical L.A. Oh, L.A., you attract me like a moth to a flame, you tease me with your dirty, traffic-lined streets and endless parade of commerce and activity. You're taking me away from America's Finest City and the finest bunch of friends I've come to own in my short little life.
I know there are worse things in life than complaining about moving to Los Angeles. Like the Bar exam.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 10:26 PM
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