it’s chilly and windy out. “lets go to Malibu” wouldn’t have been my first choice. but that’s whats happening. and it’s happening now… while i’m on the subject: how are there bums in Malibu? i always see poor people there. how the hell is that possible? they can’t just live on the beach and there’s nothing but mountains and mansions inward. are these people really taking a bus all day to get to Malibu just to hang out? or is there a tent city somewhere in a cliff cave? I know there is a trailer park that is right on the beach (that I almost tried to buy into last year) but even those don’t harbor for-real poor people… they’re California-coast poor people. nothing makes sense anymore in this crazy mixed up world.
Statue from the Getty Museum that is in Malibu even though I learned that it is slightly outside the city district and is actually in Los Angeles even though it’s on the frigging beach and Malibu starts 13 feet away from it which means it’s mother fkking Malibu so STFU
UPDATE: okay, it turned out to be a nice and sunny day in Malibu that i was able to enjoy with my sleeved shirt and coat-shirt-jacket-zipper hybrid that i wore like a grandma while everyone else let the coastal wind just rape their bare skin.
and finally, Dan Leveille cracks the Richardland formula exactly with the following Facebook status that he says was partially inspired by me:
Narcissists are only tolerable when they:
1) Do it with humor so you can’t tell if they’re serious.
2) Are actually awesome.
Learn it. Remember it. live by it.
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