The title should be sung like the OC theme song by Phantom Planet. It makes it better.
I escaped Montana for the CA. (I’m not in Orange County and this blog post obviously has a theme)
My friend Kelli and I are staying off of Venice Beach. I was supposed to spend my time alone writing. But I may have slept 12 hours. Hard to know. I was unconscious.
My husband is coming for the weekend when Kelli leaves (this isn’t a literal episode of The OC where she would’ve stayed) so I was looking for a place that would be easy to switch occupents. Two large beds in other words.
I couldn’t find any close to the beach and not lots and lots of money. Until I found a vacation rental.
It ended up not quite looking like the photos online.
But I do wish I’d known there wouldn’t be any soap.
I guess I should pretend I’m on the episode where the group goes to Mexico. But then Marissa sees her boyfriend cheat and OD’s and Ryan steals her from the hospital and her parents hate him and don’t like him until Marissa dies and Ryan offers to kill the guy responsible.
Maybe I should choose a new series to compare my life to.