I'm going to do something a bit different. A 2 paragraph essay by me. 300. *ahem*
Hate Los Angeles. Hate it with a passion of 1,000 hells. Hate the fact that our skies are brown with smog. Hate that there are more cars in the county of Los Angeles than in
all of Russia. Hate our legendary freeway system (fear the 405). Hate our crime. Hate the plastic people who scurry about in Beverly Hills. Hate Britney Spears for shaving her hair off in a hair salon in Sherman Oaks. Hate LAX (but love the club). Hate the poverty. Hate Paris Hilton for being Paris Hilton. Hate that we have a Starbucks on every corner. Hate that everyone has a cell phone plastered to their face. Hate the burning hot sand and the freezing cold water at our beaches. Hate our (lack of a decent) public transportation system. Hate our small downtown. Hate the Lakers. Hate Kobe Bryant. Hate the blocked streets resulting from a movie/TV commerical shoot. Hate the Bloods, Crips, and MS-13. Hate that it's impossible to make a left turn. Hate the earthquakes, floods, mudslides, brushfires, Santa Ana winds, and stray mountain lions and black bears.
Hate Los Angeles. She doesn't care. She'll just smile and say, 'You don't have to love me. You don't even have to like me. Alot of people hate me. But you know what? I've been doing things my own way since before your great grandparents were born. You've seen me in more movies, TV shows, and music videos than any other city. You've probably seen me and didn't realize it. I've had my moments where I've been stressed out....forgive me LA for the Watts and LA riots, as well as the Northridge earthquake.... but I've got to wake the people up some kind of way. But know that I am responsible for a whole sub-culture. Know that I am NOT going anywhere. And you know what? The more you hate me, the more you fall in love with me. You love to hate me and you hate to love me. You want to see me in person and soak it all in. You love me and you hate to admit it. But it's ok. I love being hated. I love me. Me me me me me me me. It's all about me.'
I hope you enjoyed....I guess you can call it a tiny essay. Now onto some pics (from flikr):