I need to start smokin' weed again, 'cause I'm only one person, and if I'm so smart, then why am I so stupid?!!

I know some of y'all reading this, caught the title, and thinking to yourselves, "Smoke Weed AGAIN? You can't start smoking weed again, unless you was smoking weed before in the past! And you know good and hell well, your ass ain't had no business smoking weed!" Ha Ha! Ya, I know, but getting down with the get down is something of my past, and I'm all about moving forward now. But it's certain times where you start to feel, in order to deal w/ the b.s. going on in your life, you NEED some herbal refreshment. Some lime green wrapped in a phillies blunt, or a chocolate(my personal favorite), and BLAAAAZE!! And if you ain't got no weed, take out the foot that the world has lodged in your ass, roll it up, and smoke that! You gotta escape by any means necessary. I guess I'm at that point - I need about a couple hours flight time, get away from the world. Lately it seems there aren't enough hours in the day for me to accomplish everything I want, or need to do for myself. Instead, I'm filling the hours of the day, taking to task of dealing w/ other people's issues. I'm one person trying to do my own thang, the least of which includes, trying to find a place to live that's closer to the Hollywood comedy district, trying to find time to write, to get out and work on material, work on my business idea, and find a new job that won't stay in the way of doing all those things I just said - 'Cuz my current job ain't doing it - they trying to take me out like I'm Kirby Puckett. My job is dealing w/ other people's crap, which is tiring my soul, to the point where it feels like it's killin my inspiration. I know there are others out there that can relate to this - their job draining them until they feel dead. For this reason, they ought to make another day of the week, and call it "Succumbday" - this would be the day of the week, where you would wake up and say "Fuck That Job!" and call in sick. And when people ask, what happened to you, why you didn't come to work that day, it was because you succumbed - you succumbed from being surrounded by incompetent co-workers, lame bosses, pain in the ass customers, clients, cases, files, rules, regulations, policies, procedures, equipment, supplies, slave wages, office space, overworking, underappreciation, working condiitions and any and all other crap that you despise about your job, which generally comes to mind when the alarm clock wakes you up too early in the morning. Holla if you hear me! I'm not coming in today, 'cause I'm dead! I'll see you tomorrow after my resurrection!...I need to find another job. It would be so much easier to find a job more accomodating to my goals and aspirations if I was in D.C. If I was in D.C., two words: Gub - Mint. Nine to five, M-F, weekends off. That's what I need and those type of jobs in L.A. are hard to find. Harder to find than that Natalie Holloway girl in Aruba. It's hard to get things right in California, because it's just too damn big, too damn crowded. Traffic itself is like an extra ball and chain in your daily grind, and time is a precious commodity. The secret to survival in California, which is key, is to either find a job very close to where you live, or find a place to live very close to your job. I know this, yet I seem to be having the hardest time getting this right. I know I'm smarter than this, so why am I not getting this right? I myself live in desert area, about fifty miles from something worthy of reasonably being called a city, and about eighty miles from the city of L.A. itself. Where I live, it actually snowed (IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA!!) a couple of weeks ago. It's so far from L.A., that whenever I go to L.A., I don't just go to L.A., I descend into L.A. This type of existence, living a great distance from work, is inconceivable probably anywhere else in the country, but actually, it is not uncommon at all living in L.A. Many people live a great distance away from L.A., and commute in some fashion everyday to get to work. I guess this works for people that just work and go home. But if you're an struggling artist, this is not very accomodationg. You need an accomodating job that won't tire you, and you need to live in an accomodating location. I think my execution is wrong. Maybe I should start doing porn. I know that would turn out to be hilarious, hence getting me noticed, and jumpstarting my career in comedy. I'll ponder that thought more, the next time I'm watching my favorite porn "Phatty Girls 3". Moral of this long ass story - if you're interested in moving to Californina to pursue stardom, bring a couple million dollars with you to help subside the struggle.