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Man, my neighborhood is getting cracked out. At the liquor store tonight, everyone smelled like fruity vodka. But I did find a parking space tonight within 1/2 block of my apartment, which was nice. p.s. I found this picture by searching Google images for "Fruity Vodka Barf" p.p.s. If you see girls like this in my neighborhood, they're probably guys.

I'm cooking for my friends at IbizaWestStudios tonight. Here's the menu: Bombay Potatoes Naan Bread Mint Chutney Chicken Tikka Masala Curry Everything is homemade from scratch, with love. Even the curry powder and the tandoori powder are homemade. I've been up since 7:30 a.m. gathering secret ingredients and going to store after store in search of a few key things I've run out of. I always like to keep the kitchen stocked with ingredients for a few different cuisines: Indian Italian Thai Mexican As well as having ingredients on-hand at all times to bake bread. I honestly believe that if you've got a little arsenal of ingredients you'll want to cook more.

I've known ever since I moved here three years ago that one day I'd get the hell out of this neighborhood. I came here by mistake, and I leave by fortune. What I like about Hillcrest I can walk anywhere I want Lalo's Tacos Bronx Pizza My bank has a branch nearby What I dislike about Hillcrest I'm heterosexual It's expensive as f*ck There's too much frigging construction I can never find a parking space So finally, the fabled "right time" came to pass. Yes, even for a middle-class guy like myself, it finally happened. I'm getting the hell out of here and moving to a neighborhood no one's ever heard of. Escrow closes in about three weeks. Wish me luck.