Instead I am all alone in this town filled with people that don't shave their armpits and smell like fennel and beets.
At least I have Stella to spoon me and my ollaliberry to keep me company.
I will leave you, my sweet diary, with the following words of wisdom...
"Dark times call for darker measures."
"If you can't beat em, hit them over the head with a can of minestrone soup."
"Your caliber is only outweighed by the size of your gun."
"If I had a gun I wouldn't have needed this horse."
"If it weren't for this horse I never would have spent that year in college."
With much trepidation regarding the state of Santa Barbara, I bid you adieu and goodnight,