ShagmoorLounge

December 03, 2005

I'm waiting for my wife and the Yugo to get here. We're working on their show. It'll be a good show. I did the flyers and we've been papering everywhere. You should all come. It'll be good food and fun and music and crazy people and fashion and all that kind of shit.

I think my wife is leaving me. She wants to go live in New York. She and the Yugo want to try opening a shop in Williamsburg or something while she tries to get into school. I can't stop her from going. If she goes, will I follow? I told her to just open a shop in LA, but she thinks she needs to be in New York. I tried to tell her how cold it gets out there, but she thinks she wants to go. I can't tell her no. If she wants to go I'll help her pack, but I don't think it's the right thing to do. It's cold and mean in New York. I don't think she'll be able to handle it. My wife's a tough chick, but I think she's just sick of California because it's saturated with assholes. New York is saturated with assholes, too. Just differently.

If she goes will I go, too? I could do my job anywhere. I get accounts on the East Coast. But I like my sunshine. I like my scene. There's a lot going on here and I feel like I'm in the right place at the right time. What the fuck ever. I don't give a shit. She doesn't know what she wants to do yet. Maybe she doesn't even want me to go.

The Shadow knows 9:48 PM
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