California Vs. Lac Nominingue

I have developed an unhealthy obsession for Maroon 5 as of late. That can't be good for me...considering the last song of his I listened to went like this:

Wake up call, caught you in the morning, with another one in my bed, don't you care about me anymore, don't you care about me? I don't think so. 6 foot tall, came without a warning so I had to shoot him dead.

Ah, the joys of system music. This obsession will probably die soon, as well as my new for...

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Inuyasha! Isn't he adorable? You just wanna pinch 'em...

Yes, you heard right. Inuyasha. I never thought in a million years you'd see me sitting down watching the show, and actually enjoying it. But somehow, that white-haired scruffy-eared baffoon caught my attention. It amuses me, one of the very few things that does these days anyhow.

Ah, I'm doing it again, writing about my obsessions. The topic of this post is actually to supposed to be my move to the "Great Whore". Yup, you heard me right there too. I am moving to the "good ol' USA", "Babylon"...America. God, save me. Thankfully this move is in about 5 months, so I have a little time to prepare myself for cultural shock. And the fact that I'm moving to California is even better.

If I were to, pere say, move to Texas, I think I would probably die...mayhaps being crushed by an obese woman, who knows?

Anyways, let's expound on the word California...according to my facts, the men over there are incredibly fit (hot), beaches are right around the corner (surfing, yesss!), mikey montgomery lives there (yes girls, I'll be living 4 hours away from the man...ooo), the weather is 99.9% of the time nice (no snow!!!), the scenery is nothing short of spectatular, and...there are REAL people! yes, I saved the best news for last. There are actual people living in California. With real theaters and restaurants only 10 minutes away.

For anyone that has lived in Lac Nominingue, you will understand what I mean. My town. Let us compare it to California. There is no ocean. The men here are few and rare, the last one I saw was a toothless old man that tried to make a move on me. There is no one to oogle over within a 8 hour radius. The weather is either too hot or too cold (it sucks). The scenery is beautiful...but not quite palm trees. The last inhabitants of this town my age were the crows. We do not have a theater. We don't even have a freaking Mcdonalds. Everyone knows my name, it's that small.

California VS. Lac Nominingue.

California wins hands down. So, as you can see, I am incredibly doubtful and happy about this move. (Don't try to make sense of anything I say.)

Tra la la la la, la la la...

Sexy man of the day: Channing Tatum

Signing off,

- Little Miss Fisher