Alpha The Great’s three week anniversary. Hm… ‘Twas only 21 days ago that I made the transition from New York (abdomen of coolness) to California (object of my desire).

A Celebration.

So I’m at the crux of this novel called, “Alpha’s Existence” and it feels like cherry blossoms dancing on my eyelashes. New job, new life, new…it’s that old New & Improved variety of advertising that has befallen my subsistence.

Perhaps it’s that Sylvia Plath book I’m reading, or maybe that movie about the guy called Mediocrity, but for some reason my coffee this morning tastes sweeter than it ever did in New York (thorn in my side).

I’m alone out here, ya know.

And by alone, I mean surrounded by hype.
And by alone, I mean bounded by types.
And by alone, I mean encircled by…

It seems that Muse is brewing a pot of Mull Over stew. She’s hungry. We’re similar, you know. Muse & I, that is.

So let’s see where this leads, better yet, let’s see where I take it.

Life’s pension plan just funded Seclusion’s wedding.

Billowing silhouettes of unadulterated “being” captivate me once again. Like a straw hat made out of memories. It’s too much.

So, I moved to California...love it here.
FACT: Met tons of celebs already
FACT: Invited to the hottest parties already.
FACT: Met myriad cuties already.

P.S. It's only been 4 days since my arrival, LA will never be the same.

No time to update on all that is Alpha.