I was in a house funk today. A house funk usually begins with me somehow hearing about the new 5 bedroom home a friend of mine bought in some other part of the country for less than the price of a studio apartment in L.A. Apart from sitting on the 405 in traffic, home prices are the only part I really dislike about living in a big city. When I’m in this state I turn to one of my favorite blogs www.unhappyhipsters.com to remind myself that a house does not make a home.

“With her eyes closed, water tickling the tips of her fingers, she could conjure memories of a time before the bomb, before the zombies.”

“Ever the realist, he built his table for one.”

Here’s to you Los Angeles!