I'm just going to rush through the first part. Today I embarked on a trip to Los Angeles' Bike District. With over 6 hours on the saddle we encountered belly dancers, inexpensive fortune cookies, and sights of Downtown Los Angeles that is not fully appreciated as it aught to be.
On an unrelated note: My thighs and gloots are king baby (fucking king). 30 Miles Conquered and back.
Downtown LA has such a charm that is hardly acknowledged in television or online. I don't feel I can do justice to it by writing. Just please take my word for it. At Melrose and Heliotroupe is a charming little ice cream shop called scoop. Inside were flavors such as brown bread, goat cheese lavender, and other weird concoctions. I highly recommend it.
Second part, this will be rushed too: To Julia Roberts in "My Best Friend's Wedding", I just want to say I totally feel with you. Cupid is just plain stupid.
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