It's our fourth day here in our new abode. Los Angeles has welcomed us with open arms and a pretty consistent overcast. Light showers and flooded streets dampen the mood of the city ("You can't turn left there, jerk!"), but we're still chugging along.
Joanna and I are settling into our new place, adjusting nicely to our sublet-er's tastes and decor. Anne Marie (we'll call her Anne Marie) is a heavy reader and collector of antique-like furniture. She may not be an out-and-out wild child, but the photograph of Mick Jagger's buttocks dangling limply from the ceiling may say otherwise. Joanna is hoping to cram the last of her wardrobe into the closet space provided, but fifth grade math tells us it might not happen...
Aside from the occasional downpours and the lack of income, we are truly living the High Life. We roll out of bed at roughly 8am each morning, slip on our hoodies and sunglasses and drive to the gym, protein bars in hand. Sure, we've only been here for a few days now, but we stroll into that joint like we own the place, occupying elliptical equipment for at least an hour, sometimes more for the "cooldown." They're revamping the place at the moment; in other words, there's only three TVs to accommodate the entire facility, and the heave-ho of the stairmaster is often accompanied by the sound of jackhammers. Other than that, it's heaven.
As for the acting biz, Joanna and I are both submitting for indie films and rap videos left and right. Jo has scored two auditions thus far: a cosmic super-heroine webisode and a pre-coital make-out session gone terribly wrong. As for me, I was contacted by a Beverly Hills modeling agency with the jankiest website I've ever seen. Besides, me as a model?
Hmmm.
No.
Today, after a delicious midday meal of microwaved enchiladas (J) and Ramen noodles (B), we promised ourselves that we'd get out of the house despite the rainy afternoon. So, we went to the mall. Gift cards from Anthropologie, Banana Republic, Starbucks and Bed Bath & Beyond have now been wiped clean. Thank you to the respective gift-giving parties.
And now we're off, to prep our new, cobalt-colored Brita water filter and watch cars struggle to find parking out our window. A guy in a Mini Coop just asked a guy in a Honda what kind of man he is. He's getting out of the car now. He's got something in his left hand...
Scooter says hello. Joanna does too. Me three.
All our love,
Us
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