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losing your spark is so weird like wtf happened to me

If I was to move to LA today, for the first time, I’d move to the westside and take every class I was interested in at Santa Monica college. I’d visit Venice beach frequently and go on dating app dates with tattooed chefs, moody skaters, drummers, a couple losers and a couple ken dolls, and as many artists as possible. I’d find it all so funny. I’d get really into avocado and tacos and burritos and have a sort of aspirational feeling when I walk through erewhon. I’d just enjoy hot people and their homes and lives. I’d work a sexy little job that elevates my wardrobe and taste. I’d mill around until I found some hottie who wants to hunker down and create a settlement further east. I’d see how that goes. I’ll prioritize live shows when I live east, because you have to. I’d find a scene or two to become a reoccurring character in just for the memories, the friendship. I’d take the offer to host parties once a week at a bar or club even if it’s a Tuesday. I wouldn’t think about anyone’s money but my own. I’d get laser hair removal and a crop top habit. I’d go to the movies, even the foreign indie one. I’d go to the plays, even the 30-seater local ones. I’d travel purely by waymo and uber for at least two years. I would go in the sun and say yes to every pool. I would just enjoy it.