my mom has finally added Trader Joes to her rounds upon going down the hill. She's finally come around to the greatness that is gyozas, lavosh flat bread, mochi, san pellegrino limonata, vodka spaghetti sauce, arugala (its a ve-ge-table), soy vay marinade, brown cow maple yogurt, and the list goes on. My point, I came home from a weekend at my new place, and she's shopped as if she loved me. My point part deux, that i'm leaving in a week. God-damn!
P.S. I'm moving to "the city of angels or demons". And I'm insistent on liking it.
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hey ro, it's me, traci. who are you going to live with in la? and where? what are you going to do be doing there?
i'm gonna move to N. hollywood with a friend from work.....i was moved to the Studio City office and given a raise..so i was like "what the hell". It beats the bitter bitter cold......
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