this is what livin' like this does.

I never thought I would miss Fido, but I do. I miss Fido and I miss Cafe Coco and I miss there being one of three trendy locations where we could go and feel like hipsters, and I miss sitting outside in the freezing cold so one or all of us could smoke.
I don't miss Nashville, and sitting alone being miserable without even a car, but I miss you guys. You know who you are. It's a little tough being out here on my own, and realizing that for all that I'm much more interesting than I was, I'm also doing something monumentally stupid in a lot of ways, and there's no one really here to catch me if I fall.
I just though you should know that I love you, and I miss you. Even if I am home, and Los Angeles is infinitely better than anywhere else I could be, there's nothing that will stop me from wishing you were here. I do.

If you're wondering, I figured out what it's going to take to get me a boyfriend. If you don't have this, don't bother. Really.
I want a boy with a guitar to show up on a flying unicorn, and I want him to ask me out via messenger pigeon: "Will you be my girlfriend? Check yes or no," and then I want him to play me a song like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Za9Y2HFhV74.
If he's rich and attractive, that's great too. In fact, since it's my fantasy, he's the Rockstar Prince of Attractiveland. Intellectually, he's my equal or he's smarter than me but he hates math and doesn't read much, and we can talk about things like pop culture and philosophy with equal enthusiasm. Maybe in attractiveland, they don't have celebrities because everyone's attractive, and so people are taken on the merits of their character? I could get into that.
And, because I'm me, the guy would have to be kind of an asshole. Just, yeah. And I'd probably walk away, or maybe I'd run.

But he would chase after me, with his flying unicorn. I think we'll name it Snowflake.