Robotanists

It's like a good car ride. You know the kind. You've just had a horrible day and it all starts out with the mission to set out and find a great cupcake to make it all better with some sugary goodness.

I walk into my apartment. Greeted by my ever loving pets, who sadly just sometimes can't make a bad day go good. I strip off my Universal Studios uniform, put on some comfy clothes and walk over to my drawing table. As the computer hums and the screen lights up, I load my email in one window and facebook in the next. Of course this is somehow going to make everything better right? Let's "lurk" the ones that made us have such a bad day. Immediately, I click off all tabs, shut my computer, give Banksy and Cleo kisses and say quietly, "i'll be back soon guys, it's a cupcake kind of a day".

Hopping down my apartment stairs, with a quick pat on the head of the neighbors cat, I jump in my car, throw on some Avett Brothers and start driving.

As I make my way out of Burbank Blvd, I turn, but not towards the cupcake shop, but rather the 101 north. It's the type of driving that for the first 15 minutes you think you are on a mission and know your destination, but soon after, as the engine zooms, you just keep going...past exit numbers, and towns that you don't recognize the names. The music blares, and I'm in a zone. I don't stop. Don't turn around until about an hour and a half out side of Los Angeles.

When I do finally turn the car around, I think I've solved all the problems that I started with and decide that the West Coast just isn't for me...or is it? And my head begins spinning again...when I arrive in my driveway, three hours later, back where I started, I am indeed, exactly that, back where I started.

Little do I know, within weeks it will all turn around, there will be a glimmer of light that will enter my life. It comes by way of a mix tape called "Whiskey Sunset".

Just a girl, looking for a cupcake, but getting way more than she bargained for...and an empty tank of gas.