Paper friends

It's been a long week. Never again will I book two jobs for the same week. Well, that's probably not true, but I'm not gonna do it for a while.
I spend a lot of time in my car. A LOT of time. And like most people in L.A. I try to stitch together my sanity while sitting in traffic. I do this by forming interpersonal relationships with the billboards I pass on my drive. "But, Rachel," you say, "It sounds like you are sinking deeper into insanity. You're not keeping it together at all."
Well you don't understand what me and the giant breasts on the Travel Channel billboard have. I can't really explain it but when one of my regular billboards is changed (like the Ciroq ad at 6464 Sunset that became a SIMS 3 ad) I feel like one of my co-workers has been fired. I used to see that 15 foot P. Diddy everyday on my way to work, and now he's just gone. And I didn't even get so say good bye.