our hell is a good life

Dave Grohl is my favorite person that I’ve never met. I actually have a mental list, and he’s at the top. Most of these people I would never want to meet. If I met Dave Grohl and he was a dick, I would totally call my mom in tears. 

But, I started writing this to tell a story. A potentially creepy story, but I’ve been known to be a little weird. I’m totally not into the stalking/talking to famous people but I’m totally into watching them from a distance. This is sounding so bad already. So, I found out that Dave Grohl frequents the Studio City Farmer’s Market quite often, as do lots of other less important ‘celebrities’. I happened to work in Studio City, which is actually a horrible place. It’s right outside North Hollywood (where I lived), which is not a nice town but definitely not bad considering some other ‘hoods in the Valley. 95% of the population of Studio City is rich, pompous jerks and they all seemed to frequent the store I worked at. I worked most Sundays, which is when Farmer’s Market takes place, so I would totally leave for work early just to walk around and try to stalk Dave Grohl. I only did it about four times, I’m not a very persistent stalker. Sadly, I NEVER saw him! But I did buy some pretty delicious peaches. Sad story.