Because my best friend moved to fucking LA.

Thus he missed the prettiest storm in Washington this year.

I figure if I moan, bitch & post enough pretty pictures that he might come back. Because he owes me a goodbye hug that he never gave me before he left. (But that story is for another time— err, blog. ERR, Tumblr blog? Tumblog? What the hell is a blog on Tumblr called?!)

Rain by the bucketfuls.

I hear people in LA freak shit when rain comes like it’s the goddamn Apocalypse or something. WE, on the other hand, take it like a champ.

(That could be taken many ways and looking back on some of the girls who live in this town: It SHOULD be taken many ways.)

OH. QUESTION-TIME!
Brian: Are the girls more or less slutty in LA than in WA?

Can we take a poll on that question before he answers? I wish I was HTML-genius enough to make a poll. Either way, poll or not, I vote WA. There’s nothing to do here besides hang out in the rain (obviously) and have lots of sex.

…..Wait. I’m supposed to be trying to convince him to come BACK. Oops.

Good thing Brian is like a 5 year old and thus doesn’t really read & just skims through looking at the pretty pictures. He probably hasn’t even read any of this. Let’s test him: BRIAN. I’M PREGNANT WITH YOUR ILLEGITIMATE LOVE CHILD. Don’t tell Stephen.

Yep.
Told you he doesn’t read this.

(Oh, and please don’t take that the wrong way. Stephen already knows.)

Pretty picture time!