Just got back from London and….ohhh how I love Los Angeles. Don’t get me wrong. London is super fab and every time I go there, I find new reasons to appreciate it, but there just isn’t the sizzle LA seems to move to. Not to mention the weather.
You forget how blessed we are to live in LA until you leave and have to endure freezing rain, cold wind and diesel exhaust on the crowded city streets. No matter how hard the wind blows, or how violently the earth shakes, LA is simply a paradise.
One thing, though, that is notably different is how disconnected we are in LA from international world events. From the press coverage, to ordinary conversations, there is a heightened awareness of world politics, the economy and events in London that you just don’t find commonlace in Los Angeles. Yes, I know, star gossip rags were invented in England, but they don’t seem to have the same importance or placement we give them here.
Anyway, I missed LA’s bleached blonde hair and big tits and am glad to be back amid the palm trees.