I have a million bits of disorganized information about the political arguments going on in Santa Monica, which, of course, matter little to most people living outside of the city... unless you guys are secretly itching to hear about the pitched school fundraising battle, the contentious zoning laws and the constant threat of big-money developers (to hear some Santa Monicans talk about them, it's hard not to imagine them as mostly fat mustachioed men in top hats and monocles laughing to themselves about how much money they have while they sit on top of piles of poor people) taking over the quaint Commune by the Sea.
I somehow doubt that.
My tutoring job takes up a lot of time. Nothing deadens one's rich inner life like working a lot, so my brain has been sputtering a lot recently like some run-down jalopy trying to make it down the home stretch before giving up the ghost and being abandoned. Don't get me wrong; I'm very happy to be working. The only thing that makes me crazier than working a lot is not working at all.
Let's face it, though, people: that's thing about life. Living is kind of dull. It's repetitive, it's dissatisfying and mostly predictable. If it were a show, Life would likely be cancelled.
On second thought, that's not true. It'd probably do pretty well somewhere between Two and a Half Men and Mike & Molly.
I think the thing I'm looking forward to most is HBO's next installment of the Song of Ice And Fire series, which is probably the most depressing thing I've ever admitted to myself.
Sometimes, I like to look through L. L. Bean catalogues to find rugged yet fashionable ensembles to help me survive the coming ice age, or watch football and the steady stream of Viagra commercials that go along with it to remind myself what I have to look forward to.
So, in that spirit, I'm going to share with you once again my favorite Oasis song.
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