The Valley

there's good people in the world and there are bad people in the world.

 

there's good things in the world and there are bad things in the world.

 

there's good places in the world and there are bad places in the world.

 

the san fernando valley is a bad place.

 

don't argue. i don't want want to hear "but there's always parking" or "there's never any traffic" because i don't care.

 

not only is it completely in the middle of nowhere with no true redeeming qualities - but the weather is ALWAYS sub-par to that of the city - its either wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too hot or freeeeeeeeeezing (technically it is a valley so that makes sense) - oh, and... lets not forget to mention that from the city it takes about oh, and hour to get there. why do i know this? because the parental unit has decided to make a my-child-graduated-from-high-school-so-i-can-leave-the-glorious-city-now move a few years ago and i have to make the trek to visit.

 

in defense of the father, it is cheaper and the houses there are bigger and our dog has more room to run. but he's an inside dog so that shouldn't even matter.

 

dad - if you're reading this, please come back. the valley is no place for people i love.

 

THE VALLEY: its not fun. its not pretty. its just not good.

 

i have anger in my heart for the valley. fiery, hot, anger.

 

i hate the valley.