Dear San Francisco,
Good-bye for now! It was a great five years, but your lack of entertainment career opportunities and my hatred for the Muni has forced us to move back to Los Angeles your older, dim-witted sister to the South who we have realized as of lately is a metropolitan late-bloomer. Though I will miss not having to dress up, showering or even combing my hair prior to leaving (my tiny and expensive) abode looking nearly homeless, I won't miss the fog and having to layer up to accomodate to the micro-climates.
I like not having to wear pants okay (talking about wearing shorts and dresses)! And my flat feet need to steer clear from the restrictiveness of these covered things with the holes for easy access - what's that called again? oh yeah....shoes. I'm also a beach and pool girl, not a real fan of the hot tub and I like my yoga 90210-created cult status.
So, while I'd like to keep our relationship casual note that things do need to change when I return in the future or this golden goose is going to have to lay her eggs in Spain.
Chau for now,
Charm
P.S.
Jajajajajajajaja!
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