So I made this pact with myself while driving out here. If I ran into Adam Brody in Los Angeles, I was to take it as a sign that I was not meant to move to San Francisco. I was meant to live in Los Angeles and marry Adam Brody and be a yoga-going housewife.
DON'T mention Rachel Bilson. At this point, deductive reasoning would likely tell you I didn't run into Adam Brody in L.A. Don't ruin my daydream. Adam Brody would SURELY prefer dating an engineer like me than a hot actress like her.
Riiiiiiiight.
Next best thing: Season Premiere of The O.C.
Thursday, 8PM. 45 hours, 39 minutes to go.
And counting.
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My life so far can be broken down into five distinct phases: 1) Childhood, 2) Adolescence, 3) College, 4) Washington DC, and now, San Francisco... PHASE FIVE.
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OMG!!!!!!! dont even think for a minute my friends and i havent been planning an OC party!!!!
oh and i hate to break it to ya... but Brody's mine!
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