Forgive me. I don't find memes funny.

My friend introduced me to the concept of memes a year ago, maybe two. Then, between then and now another friend told me about memes. Both times I had no interest. I came across them for the third time in my life today, and forgive me, I don't find memes funny.

I used this as an exercise in practicing my pseudo-photoshop skills. This is my meme.

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because I have jet lag, and can't think of anything else to do at 7am in the morning.

Cafe les Deux Moulins, Paris
on a plane
Do I leave a piece of myself in every city, or do I take a piece with me?

I love Paris

Back to LA

I feel the need to share this. I've now become accustomed to living in two cities, and the idea of walking out of one world and walking into another is getting easier and easier for me to do. But still. As time goes by, every time I come to LA I feel more like I'm walking back into 1995 or even 2005... I was shocked at how quickly I remembered the alarm code at my house, not realizing that I created it. Small things... like the half bottle of the old face wash I used to use left in my bathroom... My house is like a vintage store containing what used to be my life-and what still is my life. It's like a museum. I don't like the feeling. Not. at. all. But I'm so thankful that I felt the freedom to move around the world. I realized this when yesterday I saw a girl I used to work with at the Topanga Mall in 1995. It was my first job, and I was working at the juniors section at a department store for 3 months. I met her, the another Armenian girl who was working there. She was beautiful. smart. sweet. and had an Amelie quality about her.... Her sister worked there too.... Flash forward to 2011. I just got back to LA and went into the mall to buy a new face wash. For me the mall has become an out-of-body experience once you're used to old flea markets, swap meets, and overpriced small boutiques--and once you don't see things as a teenager. I walked into the department store, and after I adjusted to the over-odorized odor in the air I noticed a familiar beautiful Armenian face and realized it was the same girl who I used to work with back at the Topanga Mall. (She, in fact, was already working there when I had my 3 month stint.) Shocked. Since 1995 she's been staring at the bright department store walls and smelling that strong artificial odor.... every day every year sans a 2 week holiday since 1995.... a paycheck every two weeks since 1995..... Same hair, same smile, same cash register. That was an out-of-body experience... No wait, my "Sliding Doors" experience... I realize that it takes a lot of guts to make sure your life is full of growth and exploration. It could have been so safe to stay behind that cash register... I only lasted 12 weeks.....