Stolen from a meme posted by Lisa (mujerpower03
) and modified for all the things that apply to me.You know you're from LA when...
You're driving on the 101 and see a clear cut definition of where the smog begins and ends
You're sitting in traffic for at least an hour at any given part of the day
You begin to "lie" to your friends about where you are (i.e. "Yeah I'm like 20 minutes away") - when you know that it'll take you at least an hour to get there).
You eat a different ethnic food for every meal
You know it's best not to be on the 405 at 4:05 pm.
Getting anywhere from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about "twenty minutes".
You've inadvertently learned Spanish. I can vouch for this one.
In the "winter", you can go to the beach and ski at Big Bear on the same day.
You know what "sigalert", "PCH", and "the five" mean.
If your destination is more than 5 minutes away on foot, you're definitely driving.
You can't fall asleep without the lull of a helicopter flying overhead.
You know someone named Freedom, Rainbow, Persephone or Destiny. Okay, so her name was spelled "Destyne," same difference.
You've partied in Tijuana at least once.
You don't stop at a STOP sign, you do a California Roll.
You've ever bought oranges, flowers, cherries or peanuts on a freeway off-ramp.
You think that Venice is a beach.
Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code.
You have a favorite Thai restaurant.
You think Johnnny Rocket's is an accurate depiction of a diner.
You eat pineapple on pizza.
When giving directions , you follow up with the phrase: "With/Without traffic."
You classify new people you meet by their Area Code. An "818" would never date a "562" and anyone from "323" or "213" is ghetto/second class. Best area code: "310."
You know that if you drive two miles in any direction you will find a McDonald's or a Starbucks.
Your cell phone has left a permanant impression on the side of your head.
Everyone you know has 3+ phone numbers. Home, Office, mobile, pager, two-way, voicemail.....
It is not unusual for your waitress at a restaurant to have blue streaked hair, a dragon tattoo and tounge piercing.
You are awakened in the middle of the night by a moderate earthquake. Your reply: "That ain't even a 5-pointer" and go back to sleep. Actually, I sleep through them.
You think you are better than the people who live "Over the Hill". It don't matter which side of the hill you are currently residing, you are just better than them, for whatever reason.
Walking out of Jamba Juice, you see that a movie is being shot on-location across the street.
You are not happy, or even slightly exited that there may be a movie star there. You just say, "They fuckin' better not be blocking my parking space."
You have to yell at your bank teller through a 2 inch thick wall of plexi-glass. This holds true at the DMV office as well.
That last one goes for your local convienience store man, too.
You go to Las Vegas for a weekend getaway and the whole trip cost you $50.
You personally know at least 5 people with agents.
You personally know at least 3 people who have been in a movie or TV show.
You know what In 'N Out is and feel bad for all the other states because they don't have any. YES!
You know that not everyone in Beverly Hills is a millionaire.
You know who the tinsel underwear dude in Venice Beach is.
You've gotten parking tickets from parking in the red zone in front of your house. Well, actually a "park between these hours and you'll get a ticket you bastard!" zone.
You say you live in LA when really you live in a subsection of a subsection of a subsection of southern LA.
You really can never be too rich or too thin.
The gym is packed at 3pm...on a workday.
The workday starts at 10am...or whenever you get out of your therapy session.
Any invitation comes with, "Starts at 8pm or as soon as you can get through traffic."
You call 911 and they put you on hold.
The three hour traffic jam you just sat through wasn't caused by a horrific 9 car pile-up, but by everyone slowing to rubberneck at a lost shoe lying on the shoulder.
All the "cool gyms" allow pedestrians on the street a full-view of those working out. Literally, you can’t drive by Wilshire without staring into L.A. Fitness. Perhaps a new form of window shopping?
The waitress asks if you'd like "carbs" in your meal.
Bars card. For real.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Los Angeles.