in and/or round her mouth

walking (driving, no one walks) around california is like living in superbad. convenience stores, liquor stores, strip malls, malls, buses, strip malls... that's pretty much all there is to it. it reminds me of those planned communities outside sydney where all the houses are the same and everything is creepily pristine. and i fucking hate strip malls. they are everything that is wrong with the world. driving around long beach is like walking around an outdoor mall. it's like if someone took warringah mall and made it a hundred times bigger and put a couple of houses in between. and there are enough car park spots in each strip mall to fit every car i've ever seen in my entire life. anyone who wants to walk or take public transport or bike around california, will find out that it's near impossible to do so.

every other ad on television is about buying a car with a good MPG (miles per gallon) rating and how great saving gas is, and i love stepping outside and getting a face-ful of fuck off SUVs and houses on wheels and hummers that look like they just ate my toyota camry for breakfast. oh and i particularly enjoy the dude on the radio shouting at radio listeners to stop "complaining about gas prices rising. just get a car with a good MPG rating and stop gossiping about gas prices like it was a hollywood celebrity." yes, the gas crisis is my fault and the way to solve it to get an SUV with a slighty better MPG than the camry eating hummer. bam! crisis resolved! freaking genius!