What is my life?
Besides the longest thing I’ll do, that question is partly why I’ve begun writing this today. I’ll admit I thought of the better part of this while I was in the shower, which is where I think most ideas originate.
I’m writing this for me, and just in case I ever want to write a memoir someday—you know, if I ever amount to anything. Either way, I don’t want to forget important details that might be hilarious or poignant later on. For example, there’s a Lisa Frank towel in the shared bathroom of the West Hollywood sublet I currently live in. My landlord requests that we use it to step on after we get out of the shower.
God forbid one of us forgets to put it down and we end up slipping and killing ourselves.
I just moved here and I’m learning things about this city. The importance of the brightly colored Lisa Frank towel with the whale on it is but one aspect of them. I imagine there will be more as time goes on, and as they strike my fancy I will write about them.
