I am currently away from my beloved L.A. while chasing a dream: writing the great American novel. I don't know how I am going to get there. The only certainty in this dream is that it involves a college degree.
However, I'm this close to running away, becoming a stripper in Portland, and eventually opening an Italian bakery with my tip money.
Working out is my guilty pleasure. Running will almost always make me feel better. That and bad t.v. will get me through a rough day.
I'm a pretentious foodie in training, so food in general is great. If I could have one meal before I die it would consist of rice, spicy raw crab, and Chinese-style salt and pepper shrimp.