Yep, I’m moving again.

I’ve lived in Long Beach for about five years now and as much as I LOVE it here, it’s time for me to move on.

I feel that I’ve gotten too comfortable and my life has become stagnant. I stopped working towards my goals. I lost that motivation. Most of my time here consisted of working and playing. Now, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that lifestyle. I just want more. And I’ve always wanted more, but I lost my focus because I was too busy having a good time.

And its not that I want to grow up and be boring and not do anything except work and invest. I still want to have fun, but I need to balance the everyday fun with the bigger, better fun. I want to travel. I want to be able to take real vacations every year. I want to get married, buy a house, and have kids that I can provide for. I want the ridiculously expensive furniture, interior design, and electronics. And I want a comfortable retirement.

I want to live the muthafuckin’ life.

No one’s going to hand me that life. I need to bust my ass and get it myself.

And I never thought I’d say this, but getting laid off last year was probably the best thing that has happened to

me lately. It reminded me that even when times were rough, I still handled my shit and got myself out of it by my damn self. And it made me appreciate employment much more than I ever have.

After the new job, the next thing on my list is to get my own place. So that’s what I’m doing. I’m moving me and my doggies into an apartment in LA. Not everyone is a fan of what I’m doing, but I can’t please everyone, right? Nor should I even be attempting to. It’s about me and it should’ve always been about me. I lost my focus for a bit, but I’m back on my shit.

Since I have to transition the pups from being crazy outside dogs to well-behaved inside dogs, I’ve been practicing and have had them sleeping with me in my room at night. Bastards have been doing extremely well!

Oh, and outside dogs usually mean fleas, especially in my neighborhood. So I chopped all their fur off because I figured it would be easier to get it under control.

I’m not a dog groomer. They look horrible. Scrappy looks like a zebra and Buttercup looks like she’s sick. Oh well. At least they’ll stop scratching and be generally happier. What? It’s not like it won’t grow back.

I tried taking a picture, but its hard to get them to stop and say “cheese”. So here’s a video. Hopefully this posts correctly and you don’t have to turn your head sideways just to watch. My apologies ahead of time. I am posting again from my phone. Also, I had my music blasting. You might want to turn down your speakers a tad.