Seasons? I don’t understand the question, and I won’t respond to it.
Since there are no seasons, you will lose track of time entirely.
One minute it's been a year in L.A., and then next..five. Happy five-year anniversary to me!
Your parking spot will be a precious jewel that you dote on like a new baby.
In-N-Out will become your fast-food mecca.
I worship at the altar of animal-style fries. Et tu?
You'll think about going to the beach way more often than you actually do go.
