Back in LA

So my parents asked me if I'm going through culture shock being back in LA. and I said "yeah. I can't find any culture"

I made applesauce today. I almost feel like I'm at my country home for the summer. However, I'm in the middle of West LA. Surrounded by lots and lots of very short buildings. I think I'm supposed to send the apple sauce to all my friends in New York City, or Chicago, where ever they are. That's what people in the country are supposed to do for their city bound friends, right?

Just finished clearing all the dolls off my bookshelf to make way for my books. I didn't realize I had so many. I also have a fairly impressive nonfiction section. Yes, my bookshelf has sections. Bought a book called "American Nerd: the story of my people" by Benjamin Nugent. Should be interesting. Who doesn't want to read about why people who play D&D are really into computers also? It will go in the nonfiction section.

I have also finally decided what the number one thing I'm going to miss about New York, aside from all the people still there. LAUNDRY SERVICES THAT FOLD. I hate folding my clothing. I've never understood the point. It gets just as wrinkled when folded as when wadded up. And I'm just going to unfold it soon to wear it. When I'm rich and famous, I'm never going to fold laundry again. EVER. In fact I'll just hang everything up on hangers. Except my underwear, that wouldn't work. Hangers are the real answer to zero wrinkles. In the future, in my amazing West Village flat I'm going to banish all drawers from my closet. And forbidden all shelves and cabinets from enter the sacred ground of Callan's Closet. Only the select initiated hangers can have the honor of upholding the hallowed duty of carrying my clothing. DEATH TO DUPLICITOUS DRAWERS!!! DEATH TO SUBVERSIVE SHELVES!!! DEATH TO FOLDING!!!