This past July, I spent about 2 weeks meandering through the streets of San Jose and the adjacent little towns/cities (?)–trying my darnedest not to feel like some newb alien girl.  My roommate had the radio station tuned to some abomination that these folks call radio, and I made it my mission in life to find a decent radio station before my time was up.  Back home, in Denver, I was spoiled by the best radio station in the world (KBCO, if case you’re wondering).  What made KBCO great was they played an abundance of popular stuff alongside really old stuff and mostly unknown artists.  I used to love to listen and discover music that maybe I missed or that no one knew about.  Van Morrison, Stevie Nicks, & Tom Petty were mainstays–holding down the fort with their dependable brand of tunes.  These artists were always a part of my life, though.  Every happy day included a few songs from them, and I knew all their songs by heart.  Especially Tom’s.

I remember that hot as fuck day in July, driving around–looking for a goddamn Starbucks–just wanting some damn iced tea–wanting to do a good deed–and being lost as all get out.  I finally found a radio station that didn’t make me want to stab myself, but they played far too much Imagine Dragons.  So I was more than grateful when an old friend appeared.  This song.

I remember rolling down the windows, driving probably too fast (as is my way)–singing my heart out–and finally seeing the elusive Bux.  I had done this exact thing so many times, on dozens of mountain roadtrips.  This music had always been mine, and for a second, I felt like I was still me.  Even though I was here.


There was something about Tom.  About his sad, weary eyes and his gentle voice paired with his layered lyrics and infectious riffs.  Above all, he was a storyteller.  The people in his songs were outsiders who didn’t fit in and knew they were meant for something more–something else–and life often kicked them in the gut.  He told stories about people like me.  There was always a bit of humor and a bit of badass to these stories.  The music was about standing back up.  It was about telling the truth.  And it was beautiful and sexy and fun.

I remember this music was always in the background everywhere I went as a kid.  It was always next to Elvis and Cash in our home.  Every single happy day in my life, this was my soundtrack.  It was music that could send you flying down a highway, hoarse from singing along.  Lyrics that meant something with a beat that made you move in your seat.  It was hopeful, but only because the narrator had seen some shit and come out somehow alive.

I knew nothing about Tom’s story until my late 20s when his music became even more important to me, getting me through terrible relationships and jobs.  Then I found myself listening to interviews about his life.  About his childhood–one that was a lot like mine–and I found myself identifying with him.  He respected his audience above all else and wasn’t afraid to be himself with them.  I admired how he stuck by his art–but moreso the process of creating something from nothing–and how he advocated for other artists.  He inspired me to do the same for myself and my peers.  The idea that an artist is an activist was especially important to me this year.  His music, again, got me through the darkness by acknowledging its existence and raging back with its allegiance to flight.


Yesterday was hard.  But not in the way I expected.  When you’re approaching forty, life often feels harder than it needs to be.  Some of us have lost our parents–or are starting to–and slowly, as time goes on, our heroes go too.  Those people we thought were immortal.  The ones that transcended space and time and showed us who we were. Artists are especially dear to me, I’ve found.  They help me access the person I was when life was simpler.  Maybe not good–but that is still mine.

Whenever someone’s heart just stops, I think of my Mama.  Well, I think of her every day of my life–all day long.  That is not new.  But I specifically think of the day she died, and my heart breaks a little more because no one needs to die like that.  And that was kind of what yesterday was: one wave of needless suffering after another.  But then I remembered I could still sing along to that lush chorus, and I had another day in the sun to look forward to.  And I decided then that I’d honor that suffering by ending my own as often as I could.  And I could do that by accessing the gifts that man gave the world.

Thank you, sir.


the great fires

Before we discuss the topic at hand, I kinda want to let y’all know something.  I’ve really tried to shy away from sharing huge specifics about my love life (because it’s not just about me & what I want to share), but I do try to keep y’all in the loop because I do like to discuss shit that comes up for me in those relationships.  Love is fertile ground for me in terms of learning about myself and how I want to be in the world.  So, that said, while it’s still very-very-very new, I’ve met someone I’m pretty smitten with–and he’s an infp.  It’s a bit like looking into a mirror at times, which is actually fairly amusing.  We laugh so much, and he never tires of my crazy stories.  My logic makes sense to him.  There are some obstacles, of course, but I’ve been enjoying his company.  He makes me feel special–which is super rare for my relationships.  So, if I seem a little lighter these days, I probably am.  I had basically given up any hope of finding even a strong friendship out here, and then this person showed up in my inbox.  I’m not sure what will happen, but I’m certain it’s all good, and I’m just taking my time enjoying what is.


I’ve always been a huge believer in the idea that your mate should inspire you to be your best self.  They should support your dreams, but also make sure you’re being true to yourself.  If you change your mind about something, that should be okay too.  They should want to understand you and want to be there with you for all the great things and the horrible things.  I’ve had a lot of men in my life who were one or the other or they couldn’t allow me to change my mind.  I’m a fickle girl–prone to massive about faces–so this flexibility is pretty important to me.  In the end, this is all about loyalty.  You may not understand my thought process, but you respect that I know what’s best for me…even if it makes you wonder who I am.

I try to be like that myself.  In fact, as an infp, maybe my downfall is that I am too supportive.  My other downfall?  I see the good–and potential for greatness–in everyone.  Seeing that greatness can be hard because, if someone isn’t ready for that greatness I see, it can be frustrating to watch them struggle.  I want them to be themselves and to be truly happy–so seeing them not see what I see irritates me to no end.  And I can get this malaise of disappointment because of it.  It’s a little unfair, and I’ve been guilty of pushing people in ways that are not supportive.

I share all of this with you guys now because I realized today that I do this to myself, too.  I know–deep in my bones–that I’m destined to make a big difference in the world.  I recently came through a period that I can only describe as a dark night of the soul where I literally wondered if I was a good human being because I didn’t want to make a career out of rescuing people.  It’s been a long lesson for me–and a devastating realization that maybe I’m not who I thought I’d be.  But I knew I’m capable of great things, and that my lot in life is not just to make money, work, and retire.

I’ve always known I am a writer.  Always.  It’s my therapy, really, and it’s the way I connect to other humans most deeply.  I often struggle with sharing who I am with people in person.  I had a sort of a-ha moment about that recently when I realized I hadn’t really been me the entire time my last serious boyfriend lived with me.  That constant requirement of intimacy caused parts of me to go into hiding–so I’m sure I felt very different to him–and he was just getting the surface shit I normally serve up when I’m being polite.  Then my life sorta tailspinned, and I couldn’t let him in.  No one’s fault, really.  It needed time, and had we had that, he would have been let in.  But that deep, painful intimacy most relationships need takes a while for me–especially when I’m licking my wounds.  The truth is–that year was just the start of a multi-pronged realization that I wasn’t who I thought I was…that I didn’t want what I thought I wanted…that what I thought was good and healthy wasn’t healthy FOR ME.  And welp, I’ve now done that work.  My last therapy appointment was so positive.  My therapist was so complimentary and so impressed with the work I mostly did on my own while we were on a short hiatus.  She was proud of me.  I was proud of myself.  Strong.  In a vulnerable way.  Still terrified, but fully owning who I am.

So, here I am with this blank slate.

I can do anything.

This makes me cry.  Like Mama dream tears.

I’ve always wanted freedom.  As a little girl, my life was about obligation and duty.  And I was happy to be all about that if it meant those I loved were okay.  But it wasn’t okay.

I’ve lost literally everything about that old life.  I feel like I’ve been burned alive, sometimes.  But who I am–who I really am–is still here.  And who I really am is someone who writes.  Someone who watches.  Someones not bound by anything.

The past several days have been kind of healing because–after all that introspection and tearing down bullshit and reasserting boundaries–I was given this gift of sharing who I was with someone who really valued it.  Who wanted nothing from me except to know me.  I told him so many stories, and I realized how much I fucking missed that.

I miss sharing what most people forget.  I miss sharing the people I used to know.

So, I’m working on some things to create that life–that free life full of what I love.  It’s going to take a lot of hard work, and it’s scary as fuck–but it’s mine.  I know it.  More mine than anything I ever worked for.  And like fresh love, I’m going to let myself meander–find my path–figure it out.  No rush.

I’ve always been in a rush, so this is going to be different.

I have a couple stories I’m writing in the meantime.  Both of them, if they ever see the light of day, might get me burned at the stake of public opinion.  One of them is about terrorism from a perspective most never have.  It’s going to be a real stretch for me because it’s WAY out of my comfort zone.  But I know I have it in me to do it, and if I write this thing, it can really change perceptions.  It’s going to ask some tough questions about good and evil.  It’s going to be unflinching.  But more than anything, it’s going to be about human beings doing the best they can.  No boogeymen.  No fucking monsters.  Just two little boys I knew once.  The other one is going to be something I’ve wanted to write for a very long time about women–about my experience as a woman.  And it’s going deep.  It scares me to write it mostly because it’s shaking out all my BS and looking at it up-close.  I think both these projects may be years in the making.  I’m still setting up my French scenes, but I’m excited that I’m back, knee-deep into what has always been my home.

I think it’s going to be a good autumn/winter.

well, hi.

It feels like it’s been an eternity since I last posted because, well, it has been!  Heh.  Lots has happened in the last several days.  I don’t necessarily feel like writing about it, though, but–needless to say–life is better than it was.  I knew it would get better, and of course, it did. It always does.  I’m still in a big transitional period, however, and that is still–often–annoying as Hell.

Anyway, I just thought I’d wave hello to let y’all know I’m alive and well.  Maybe even happy.  Or getting there.  I feel like answering questions again (I know, I know).  I promise I’ll write something real soon.


  • What do you do when you’re not working?
    Lately, work has been punking me out, so I usually take a nap afterwards.  Sometimes, it’s a short nap.  Sometimes, it’s a very long nap.  I’ve had some struggles with not feeling great physically for the last year or so–so sleep is a precious thing that I will always indulge in if I can.  Other than that, I clean a lot, occasionally cook, aspire to unpack, play with cats, watch things, read, and try to meet new people.
  • Did you choose your profession or did it choose you?
    That’s hard to say.  I chose by not choosing.
  • What would you do if you won the lottery?
    Give most of it away after I bought a car and a house somewhere cool.
  • What is your favorite way to relax?
    Introvert paradising.  Or picnicking by a body of water.  And traveling.
  • What is your favorite book to read?
    You know the answer to this.  You should, anyway.
  • What makes you laugh the most?
    Maybe everything.
  • What is your favorite holiday?
    Currently: Halloween.  Christmas & I are trying to heal our love affair.
  • What was the last book you read/movie you saw?
    Just started reading Brene Brown’s new book.  Before that, I read Darling Days.  Go get it. Last movie was Amelia 2.0.  It was okay–not great.
  • What are your favorite TV shows?
    Younger, Master of None, Good Behavior, Younger, What Would Diplo Do?, Better Off Ted, Who Do You Think You Are?, Being Erica, Looking, Bourdain, Love, The Night Of, Jane the Virgin, Cold Justice, The Flash, The Americans, Super Soul Sunday, Iyanla, Walking Dead/Talking Dead, Homeland, Breaking Bad, Everwood, Fargo, The Affair, Our America with Lisa Ling, Boomtown, Buffy, Keen Eddie, Dead Like Me, Felicity, Treme, peep show, project runway, The Fall, Scandal, A Chef’s Life, The Office, iZombie, Masters of Sex, Homeland, Being Human, Big Little Lies
  • What is one thing you’re glad you tried but would never do again?
    I don’t know that there’s anything I wouldn’t do again.  Never say never.  Well, except sleeping in a Vegas B&B.
  • When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with?
    Usually, they just want to vent or get my opinion as to whether or not I see a situation the same way.
  • Who’s your go to band or artist when you can’t decide on something to listen to?
    Ryan Adams
  • What’s something you like to do the old-fashioned way?
    Make food from scratch.
  • What is something you have only recently formed an opinion about?
  • What are you interested in that most people haven’t heard of?
  • What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives?
    So many to choose from.  First thought: jump off a cliff.  Second thought: Be physically ill and need help.  Third thought: Lose a parent.  Sadly, we all do 2 of these things.  It’s not so much that I recommend it (I don’t).  But you become a much more empathetic, layered human because of these things.
  • What is something that people are obsessed with but you just don’t get the point of?
    Gaming of most kinds.
  • Where is the most interesting place you’ve been?
  • What is the luckiest thing that has happened to you?
    Being loved.
  • What is your biggest pet peeve with modern technology?
    How deceptive it is in that it seems like we’re all connected, but we’re actually very disconnected in the ways that count.
  • What object have you been searching for with no luck?
    The object of my affection.  That may be changing, though. You never know. 😉
  • What social customs do you wish would just disappear?
    Anything related to class, race, or gender stratification.
  • What quirky things do people do where you are from?
    We don’t pronounce our Ts and also say milk funny (apparently).  We like to be active and eat healthy, but love burgers.  Our state is our religion.
  • Who or where would you haunt if you were a ghost?
    He may be Canadian.  I would kind of love to fuck with him and piss him off the way he pissed me off.
  • What gets you out of bed every day?
    On weekends, it’s usually giving Fogg her meds and feeding all the kitties.  They usually make sure I’m awake.  On weekdays, paid bills are nice.
  • What do you value in a friendship?
    Loyalty–maybe above all else.  Humor.  Curiosity.  Acceptance.  Imagination.  Mostly loyalty and humor.
  • What do you say more often in life: yes or no?
    No, probably, and it kinda bothers me.
  • What is on your bucket list?
    See the Mighty List links above (though many of these items have changed or updates/additions are needed).
  • What would you tell your teenage self if you could go back in time?
    1. Relax.  You’re so awesome in so many ways.  You’re good enough.  You have nothing to prove.  Just play.  2. Spend as much time with Mama as you can.  Love her.  Appreciate her.  Record her voice. 3. It’s going to be okay.  There will be days when you don’t even know how you’re still here, but you are and life will get better.  I promise.
  • What is the hardest part about raising children?
    I don’t know.  Not a parent.  However, I’m pretty sure believing in myself & trusting myself will be my biggest hurdle if I ever have a kid.
  • What do you wish was different about modern parenting?
    I wish parents would let their kids be kids while also protecting them more.  There are so many things that take away kids’ innocence these days.
  • What gets you fired up?
    Basically everything.
  • What mistake do you keep making again and again?
    Giving people chances they don’t deserve.  Not putting myself on the list.
  • What have you created that you are most proud of?
    A fairly decent life.  I’ve fought for it and, at times, never thought I’d be happy.
  • What’s the best thing you got from your parents?
    Resilience. Hope.
  • What’s one responsibility you really wish you didn’t have?
    Giving Fogg her meds. Mostly because I wish she wasn’t sick.  It’s a lot of hard work keeping her well and often wears me down emotionally.  I just wish I didn’t have to do everything for myself, on my own–that there was someone who could sometimes carry some of the shit of life with me so it wasn’t so heavy.
  • What’s the best and worst thing about getting older?
    Best: Knowing myself and not being as much of a fuck up. Worst: Greater awareness of my own frailty.
  • What chance encounter changed your life forever?
    The man on the bus.
  • What do you regret not doing?
    Saying goodbye.  Still.
  • Do you believe in second chances?
    I do.  But I also regret many of the ones I gave.
  • Do you want to retire to live or live to retire?
    I don’t plan on retiring. The goal is to create a life I don’t need to retire from.
  • What are some things you wish you could unlearn?
    Self-sacrifice. All the crap of my childhood. How to grieve lost love.
  • What do you wish your brain was better at doing?
    Letting go.
  • What or who couldn’t you live without?
    I could live without damn near anything–and have.  I’d prefer to keep cheese and laughter in my life.
  • When do you feel the most confident?
    Work, usually.  I’m a badass at what I do.
  • If a crystal ball could tell you anything about your future, what would you want to know?
    I wouldn’t.
  • If you could change one personal decision in your past, what would that be?
    I probably wouldn’t have gotten into some relationships.
  • What goal are you working on now?
    Tons. Mostly working on changing my career to something that is more joyful for me and giving myself more outlets for self-care.  Oh, and exploring relationships.  Also trying to be healthier, mentally and physically.
  • What scares you about the future?
    The unknown and how I’m going to make things happen.
  • When was the last time you cried?
    A few weeks ago.  Not often, lately, unless I’m watching Super Soul Sunday or something.
  • Do you believe people are at the whim of destiny or that they can create it themselves?
    A little of both.
  • Who is someone that you miss having in your life?
    I miss everyone and everything I have ever loved, probably daily.  I’m a sentimental soul.
  • What question do you always want to ask people but don’t have the courage to ask?
    Oh, I have the courage. This is why it’s awkward.  You’ve probably heard me ask it, if I care about you at all.


summer tag

I’ve been tagged, and since it’s almost fall for most of the country, I figured I better answer sooner rather than later.  (It’s 86 today after a week of 100+ temps as high as 110, so it’ll be summer here for quite a while longer…UGH).  I’m not a fan of California.  Let’s just say that.


Would You Rather…

Live in a tree house or a castle?
Tree house, without question.  I have zero interest in castles.

Be able to sing beautifully or dance beautifully?
Definitely dancing.  I’d much rather be graceful. And it translates to many other physical skills.

Ride a horse or a camel?
Horse. Camels are bitches, and they spit.

Know a fairy or a unicorn?
Unicorn. Fairies are bitches, too.

Have a backyard that was a huge bounce house or a huge ball pit?
Nope. Give me a pool or a garden. Actually, both a pool and a garden.

Travel or stay home?
A bit of both and a little of neither. Both would get tiresome in extremes.

Be able to fly or be able to breathe under water?
Fly. So I could rapidly get the heck away from humans and be able to go anywhere I wanted without relying on anyone or worrying about someone killing me on the way.

Know where you’re going or have it be a surprise?
Context is everything with this question.  If someone was doing a special thing? Surprise.  If I’m just dawdling about? I’d like to know what’s happening.

Be on a boat or on an airplane?
Neither. Airplane travel these days is absolutely wretched, and I don’t trust drunken boat guys.  I also don’t enjoy rocking boats.  I’d rather be on a train.

Be able to see in the dark or be able to never get tired?
Never get tired.

Go on a vacation to the beach or to the mountains?
Mountains. Fuck California.

Have picnics in the forest or in the park?
Neither. Lakes. Or living rooms.

Swim in the ocean or swim in a pool?

Be a dolphin or a cheetah?
Dolphin. They’re smarter and they don’t live in sweltering hot places.

Be able to make people laugh or be able to make people trust you?
Laugh. Nothing you do can really make someone trust you.  Their trust in you is more about them than you.

Be surprised by a present or be able to pick what you get?
Surprise. Always.

Eat popsicles or watermelon?
Watermelon. No question. Damnit. Now you reminded me I have no watermelon because California sucks, and the stores stock rotting fruit. I really, really wanted fresh fruit this weekend. Have I mentioned California sucks?

Go camping or stay in a hotel?
Camping. Unless it’s 100 degrees. But what self-respecting wilderness would tolerate that shit?

Make art or read?
Art.  No question.

Experience an epic waterslide or an epic zip line?
Done both. Not so epic. But you do you.

the difference a year makes

A year ago this weekend, my roommates and I loaded up a massive SUV with a bunch of crap plus three cats.  It was quite possibly the worst road trip in the history of road trips, and a year ago today was the longest leg–full of awesome vistas, lots of fighting, and massive delays.  I can’t say anything really great about that trip except thank God I never have to do it again.

The move itself was similar.  I had been trying to get out of CO for so long at that point, and it took months of packing–but even then–it was a trainwreck.  On the plus side, I’ll never have that much shit again.  Mostly because, after that, I will never allow that much shit to be in my home again.

Even up until that week, I had massive doubts about moving at all.  A real part of me thought I was making a huge mistake.  Life in CO was fine.  I didn’t have to leave.  But I was looking forward to lots of things.  Where am I a year later?


I don’t know that I made the right choice.  I don’t like it here.  I don’t think I ever will.  Has it been useful?  Yes.  Has it pushed me forward?  Absolutely.  Is this home?  Fuck no.  Am I staying here long-term?  No.  But it is what it is, and I am doing what I need to do.

I hate that phrase, but sometimes, it’s all you got.

I want to reflect on the year that was and the things I gained…the things I lost…and mostly what I’ve learned.  Because it’s a lot.  Rather than just bitching about stuff.  Or romanticizing stuff.

Things Lost (let’s just get the hard stuff out of the way first, yea?)

  • A real sense of home.
  • The ability to visit my parents.
  • Mountains (real mountains–not these fake ones).
  • Genuine humans.
  • Lots of friends.
  • A sense of community.
  • Mobility.
  • Escape.
  • Extra money.
  • A relatively low daily frustration level when doing normal tasks.
  • History.
  • A decent dating pool.
  • Freedom.
  • Nostalgia.
  • The best breakfast tacos.
  • Good bread.
  • Tap water that tastes good.
  • Good doctors.
  • The best hair stylist.
  • The best rolfer.
  • The best dentist.
  • Open-minded humans.
  • Holy places.
  • Colorado booze.
  • The best peaches and melons.
  • Seasons.
  • Dry heat.
  • Abundance.
  • Countless things either thrown away, damaged, or lost.

Things Gained:

  • A beautiful apartment that looks like an art gallery.
  • The ability to cook regularly.
  • A couple cool neighbors.
  • The fountain.
  • The palm trees.
  • Tostadas with orange sauce.
  • An abundance of falafel.
  • Boba on the regular.
  • A greater sense of self.
  • An awareness of what is truly necessary.
  • Fearlessness.
  • A greater appreciation of freedom.
  • Awareness of who I am in the world as a privileged being.
  • Comfort in discomfort.
  • Tolerance.
  • Insurmountable inner strength.
  • So much patience.
  • New lenses.
  • A new bucket list.
  • Independence.
  • Routine.
  • Empathy.
  • Rage.
  • A window nook.
  • Inward gaze.
  • Baking.
  • Simplicity.
  • New dreams.
  • Deep stretches.
  • More layers.

What I’ve Learned:

  • I can make damn near anything fit damn near anywhere.
  • I really hate cooking from recipes.
  • A plane can get that low, and you will not be hit by it.
  • Drones are everywhere.
  • How to carry my body weight to the trash can.
  • I am sometimes embarrassingly white.
  • How to bite my tongue till it bleeds.
  • All delivery people will get lost trying to find our apartment.
  • To appreciate the people with a sense of humor who diligently–thanklessly–do their jobs without complaint.
  • How to climb many steep steps with boxes–without falling down.
  • How to drive up the hill of our garage–open the door–and not slip backwards.
  • How to get to In & Out and Starbucks.
  • The abundance of people willing to do shit for you if you pay them enough.
  • Technology is simultaneously amazing and awful.
  • How fucking expensive everything is here.
  • How hot 110 degrees is with humidity.
  • How to exist, without crying, in humidity.
  • Not to go to Los Gatos on a Saturday in the summertime.
  • There will be traffic everywhere–leave 1/2 hour early.  But prepare to either be woefully late or woefully early.
  • You will fucking get lost.  All the time.  And usually, you’ll have driven past it four times.
  • Cops are everywhere.  Always take your insurance and etc.
  • If you hear shit, don’t go outside. Someone is likely shooting at someone or on the run.
  • Lock the goddamn door.  That guy is trying to break in.
  • Your shit will get stolen on the street.
  • Everyone here is racist against people from India.
  • Everyone here is a big man-child.
  • Everyone works for Google or Apple.  And yes–they will tell you within five minutes of smiling at you.
  • That guy you like is probably married or dating 14 other women.
  • There is no good bread here.  Unless you go to the grocery store.  Give up.
  • White people are not that abundant.  Unless they work for Google.
  • You won’t be able to afford to go to concerts, unless you work for Google.
  • There will be traffic jams, even on dead end streets.
  • You will almost get sideswiped within five minutes of leaving any location.
  • There is parking nowhere.
  • There are big ass spiders in the trees.
  • The fast moving scary bugs are called silverfish.  Mostly in your bathroom.
  • There are giant spiders–some black widows–everywhere.
  • The birds poop on everything.
  • The water tastes like bleach. Buy a filter.
  • There is no such thing as alone here.
  • All the cool places are at least 2 hours by car.  You will hate life if you attempt to go to the cool places.  And there will be bros there.
  • Hypocrisy is very rampant here.  Beware of liberals and conservatives.  Or liberals who are actually conservatives.
  • Money rules all here.
  • The dogs are nice.
  • The kids are sweet.
  • Sometimes, humans smile.
  • You’ll bond with your neighbors when they help your delivery guy find you.
  • Everyone does Amazon Fresh.
  • If you go to a store other than Whole Foods, you’re a pauper.  Obviously.
  • If you’re not in tech and don’t want to be in tech, you’re an outcast.
  • Everyone climbs. But not real rocks.
  • Escape rooms are the thing.
  • Oh, and roleplay games. And board game nights.
  • If you like art and music, prepare to pay hundreds of dollars or move to San Francisco.
  • It’s easy to get super dehydrated if you have to filter all your water.  Buy bottled.  It sucks, but you won’t pass out.
  • All the dentists suck.
  • All the doctors suck.
  • Corporate medicine is the worst here.
  • This is the armpit of modern medicine. The worst ever. Truly.  Go somewhere else for care.
  • It’s easier to breathe here–except for the godawful air quality.
  • You’ll spend almost half your rent on electricity in the summer.
  • There is no water pressure here.
  • Cats are nice.
  • Good apartment complexes are worth their weight in gold.  We chose well.
  • Even if someone was murdered here.