I was about to go to bed tonight and I checked pamie's blog (sorry, "personal" journal) and jessica's blog, cause they're my pretend girlfriends. And they both have posts about the fires and how we can help. And that's when I realized that there's a chance I'm a dick...
You see, I've really been enjoying myself this week. I like hot weather. I used to live in Arizona. My favorite thing is walking around at night when it's 90 degrees out. It reminded me of my glory days - well, I never really had glory days, but now that I'm 31 anything that went on in my twenties counts.
So while California burns and firemen work their asses off and people flee their homes, I've been having quite the delightful time. Yesterday, I went to the beach. I listened to my Ipod and read a depressing book about how every TV writer in the '90's made 7 figures. Fuck you, timing!
Then I walked down 3rd Street promenade and got myself a Jamba Juice - Berry Lime Sublime, of course. Last night, I took a long, leisurely walk around the neighborhood.
And tonight, I stood outside my apartment, gazed at the red setting sun, and pretended I was Kalel living on Krypton.
But in the words of Phil Hartman as Frankenstein on SNL: "Fire bad!" And it's really bad. So I'm following my fake girlfriend's advice - that's what fake girlfriends are for - going here, helping out a little, and maybe feeling less dicky.