My parents own this house that I’ve always considered to be unnecessarily big. Mostly because it’s scary as heck at night. The big hallways, the open piano room, the pool that kept turning on all by itself last night. And yesterday I was dumb enough to start watching American Horror Story. So sleeping in my parent’s giant echoey bedroom was the worst idea in the world.
And don’t even get me started on the dogs. I love those babes but every time I would roll over they’d jump up on me and lick my face.
Needless to say I’m dead tired now. I don’t know how I even formed the sentences to write this entry. I miss how small and close quartered everything is in LA – and I’ve only been gone for 24 hours.