I'm terrible at letters so I thought I would blog instead, too bad for you I'm not so great at those either

When I first met you I thought, this is probably the most hip cat that I've held a conversation with. I felt intrigued by your energy and invited into the fervor of your personality.

It was the boisterous laugh that usually accompanied a knee slap and a head jerk in case anyone questioned your sincerity. Although theatrics rarely seemed staged.

But this is supposed to be about me, my daily drama in the quest for greatness.

I stood at sunset facing the stacked clouds piled over the ocean yesterday and knew I was home. The smell and wind are so different from the lake that I love so much.

Sunsets bring some of the most vivid shades of pink I've seen anywhere. My favorite moments are nested on the beach after dusk. I will have to show you sometime. (Picture from a fellow blogger and sunset aficionado)

I am melding into the monotony of city life. The traffic, the hustle, the climb up the social ladder. This is not meant in disdain, but astonishment that I could assimilate so quickly.

Los Angeles is no longer just a vacation or an extended visit, but where I live. Still settling without getting too settled.

My lovely roommate and I found solace in a cozy apartment on street lined with gnarled trees. I couldn't be happier. She introduced me to numerology and I believe this is my personal year of creativity. Don't ask how I deduced this, the math still boggles me.

Therefore, I am working harder than ever to stretch from my comfort zone. Each weekend this month I attend an event or gathering that perks my interest about this fair city. Going downtown to experience the plethora of museums and galleries is a must.

The recent trip to the Natural History Museum's first friday event was a bust. People actually asked us to scalp them tickets. Jokes on them, we didn't have any. Who knew that Yeasayer would be so popular? Who knew people in Los Angeles drove in the rain?

Sticking to what's familiar is dangerous, even in a city full of unfamiliarity. I left behind the dive bars and the cafe jobs for a reason. These items soon found their place in LA, but I think their presence is fleeting.

Writing has become more demanding between freelance and my desire to post all these new experiences for the world to see. I am jumping at every opportunity to get out there and get my voice heard. I feel the verge of some great work.

Trying to learn from my mistakes and quiet any disparities.

Covering the mundane school board meetings and city hall agendas are different when hoer devours are plentiful and Cindy Crawford is sitting in front of you. Is it wrong that I almost lost my composure only when I saw the actor that plays Data in Star Trek?

I miss a community of writers and welcome any work that you want to send me way. I of course welcome any input you have even if it's just a comment on a silly post. I want to hear about the Windy City. I miss it so.

Thank you for listening. It's tough being the new kid some days.

Send my love to the Smitten Mitten. Please respond with a jar of snow as soon as possible. I will be waiting.

Funny part is I've always wanted to meet a Tom Selleck doppelganger

With the introduction of Doppelganger week, a new form of self-delusion and ridicule have commenced. For those of you who aren't glued to social media or updating your Facebook hourly, it's officially post your "celeb" doppelganger as your profile pic week.

Try not to get too excited for those of you that have always looked like the Notorious B.I.G. I always thought your doppelganger was an evil twin you dueled to the death upon meeting, for neither can live while the other survives...

The story goes according to the Huffington Post who actually cared to look into it, this guy decided to fight back against his co-workers for always pointing out that he looked like Tom Selleck and post their doppelgangers via Facebook.

This whole thing is even better than posting what bra color you are wearing. Not sure what that has to do with breast cancer, but who am I to judge all you leopard print touting ladies.

I had no idea that so many of my Facebook "friends" look like Leonardo DiCaprio, Jennifer Lopez and Reese Witherspoon. Despite what some might claim, I don't know anyone that actually looks like Janet Jackson.

I am the first to admit that people are getting generic and blend together into six variations. This is not dependent on race or coloring either. Yet celebrities are a hyperbolic stretch for many the average person due to stylists and airbrushing.

I mean how awkward to have to tell your man that no, he doesn't look anything like Antonio Banderas, but more like a combination of Steve Buscemi and John Leguizamo circa The Pest.

It really is shocking to see the lack of Kevin Spaceys, Woody Allens and James Gandolfinis. To be fair I do run with a younger crowd, but not once did I see an image of Screech from Saved by the Bell. You know you’re out there.

If only each of these profile pictures could be juxtaposed next to an actual photo of the person. Then people can actually see the resemblance and really make it interesting.

Oh totally sweetie, if you dropped about twenty pounds and shaved that mustache you really would look just like Beyoncé. Oh wait, now that I look at it maybe I was thinking of Oprah.

I refuse to participate in this game because it is obnoxious enough to get a weekly shout-out from a random that thinks I look like Pink or the mom from Gilmore Girls. Thank baby jesus Even Stevens went off the air. I repeat, I do not look like that girl even though she got rid of the braces.

So my genealogy is a melting pot of Eastern European immigrants and natives. I understand that sister and I have that "familiar" look. No, I did not take sociology 101 with you nor do I know anyone from Wisconsin.

Do not fret those of you blessed with originality and charismatic features. No one really wants to be confused for someone else unless it gets you free stuff.

Anyway I always did bear a shocking resemblance to Natalie Portman, if I do say so myself. Only with the shaved head of course.