Good Afternoon.

For brekkie/lunch I made myself a fairly good bachelor's stew of chicken broth, Katsuo Furikake and a can of tuna in oil with udon. With a side salad, no less. Then, while watching some Australian stand up show and trying to think of what to call this, I encountered a tough mother udon noodle. It would not get in my spoon. So I tilted...
And thus, Soup on feet.
My other blog was blown up recently, that's why I'm dressed like this, in my dressing gown. My other blog was blow up with all my posts in it, you see. I didn't realize I'd be coming to a party.
In reality, this blog is just to chronicle me spending christmas alone in Los Angeles, but I figured I should give you people a good solid month and a half of background before I start looking for sympathy.
I guess I should tell you about myself.
Me=29
I have a job that I hate that's really not all that much to complain about, but like all of my other 'dream' jobs (bartender, CD store manager) it's nothing like I thought it would be.
I'm an aspiring writer who hasn't written anything in three or four months.
I like design, travel, photography, reading, and all the other things that the popular kids like.
I often feel out of place.
Sometimes, when with a group of friends, I will suddenly notice that I haven't said a word in twenty minutes, but I will feel like I was part of everything they were talking about.
I pretty much quit reading blogs about a year ago. And pretty much quit writing mine about the same time.
I get nauseous when I go to work. I drink too much coffee.
I think consumerism is bad, but I really covet things.
That's all for now. I need to hop in the shower before I drive to work.