Okay, I guess I have to admit it right here and now. Me and computers? We don’t possess the best of luck when we’re together. This is why when I posted on Saturday, somehow I deleted my most awesome post ever (and the first one ever to boot). I don’t know how I could have deleted it, but alas, I sure did. Even my bf, J, Mr. IT Smarty Pants of Awesomeness, couldn’t recover my blog. Therefore, I will attempt to recreate it today, not so alone, at work (ugh ugh) on a Monday. Saturday, I need to get this off my chest… I miss you terribly…

BLOG POST I DELETED recreated

The end of May will mark our 4 year anniversay. 4 FRIGGIN YEARS! WHAT?WHAT? L.A., I must finally behave like an honest person. I cannot be faithful to you any longer. Although I love you so, my heart cannot be yours alone.

Come on, you must have seen it coming! Our marriage was always tumultuous. Every morning was the same deal. I sat through an hour of your traffic, and not even Dido could tame the stress it brought me. When I got outta work, what do you know? More traffic. No, Enya wouldn’t appease the stress either. Oh, and L.A., thanks for magically forcing my finger to discover Tom Lykis on my radio dial one day on my way home from work. This gave me a warped body image and compromised my sense of self to an extreme. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks!

Don’t even get me started on Trader Joes, where finding a parking spot, let alone fitting into a space, is a miserable game of Tetris that I rarely win. Yeah, L.A., did you hear that? I like to win!

Much love to you for introducing me to all those loser guys I used to date. “Date” may not be the ideal word choice here. It should be something like the phrase “heartbreaking way to pass time and be treated shitty.” Wouldn’t that be a nice ad to find in the personals? To live this phrase was.not.fun… no, not even a little smidge fun.

Once upon a time you were all I needed on a Saturday morning. I needed you and only you on my hike up Runyan Canyon. Only your company suited me as I munched on my heaping bowl of froyo from none other than Studio Yogurt. Those were the days, but they’re gone like a decal that “fell off” someone’s car this morning (sorry i digress. had to vent!).

J naps peacefully in the bedroom, as I giggle at images of Tonya Harding (i know, right? tonya harding, the retired ice queen!) on delicious TMZ. Why does this trashy show crack me up so much? I know why! It’s because it ROCKS!

Boopy, my “too cute for words” cat, slumbers in a little ball on the couch next to me. Just as I mentioned before, L.A., in case you missed the memo, I can’t be faithful to only you anymore. These living beings, the two living beings that mean more to me than anything else in L.A. (in You, weidly enough) are sleeping in my apt. Our marriage is a fraud. Can we please divorce ammicably?

Truly, I don’t want to end things on bad terms. Actually, heck, I take the divorce part back (kinda). I don’t want to end things at all! You’re just not a priority anymore, sorry! Even though I had my closeknit group of pals  from college when I began a relationship with you, and I had made new friends through work and alumnae events, now I have even more… a life. A life that I didn’t have with only you. So silly how I thought I had had one before…

L.A., I won’t forget the good things you bring to my life; the things I love about you! Please keep the glorious weather, the breathless hiking trails, to die for sushi, dark dive bars, handwash carwashes, yummalicious Mexican, In ‘N Out fries and grilled cheese (my tummy just growled), “Good Day L.A.,” and windy back roads coming. However, remember who I am. Yeah, THAT person. So happy almost anniversary! Cheers to making it this far!

xo,

Korlina (my alias on madam blog)