My trip to San Diego was so great... makes me want to move there and try my best to stay out of trouble... I could really just hide from the rest of my life right about now... but I got to frolick on the beach with my two young cousins, body surf and boogie board while sustaining only minor injuries; had not one but two beautiful hotel balconies (one in SD and one in LA); lots of yummy sushi and an enlightening lesson on Sake etiquette from a nice young man with aquamarine eyes; had a cinnamon roll with my grandpa; and to top it off my meeting went very very smoothly. What can I say, I've got it all.
Been identifying with the Brenda character on Six Feet Under lately. She is both insatiable and self-destructive.
M.I.A. rocks my world. She must be the hottest refugee ever.
I've been meaning to start writing about all the different clouds I see when I fly. They never ever look the same. Today the clouds were like white cheddar popcorn, each shaped disctinctly, however imperfectly, and each successively smaller as though they were dropping into the ocean. Above those, at plane level, there was a gossamer layer that mimicked a pseudo-horizon. There was no real start or end to them - they just kinda faded in and out again.
Current Mood: ??? Overworked, like my belly is carved out and I'm hollow. Also a little bit heart-broken.
Current Reading: Drudging my way through Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer. Shockingly erotic and more thoughtfully obscene than Bukowski's Women although not quite as easy breezy to read.
Been identifying with the Brenda character on Six Feet Under lately. She is both insatiable and self-destructive.
M.I.A. rocks my world. She must be the hottest refugee ever.
I've been meaning to start writing about all the different clouds I see when I fly. They never ever look the same. Today the clouds were like white cheddar popcorn, each shaped disctinctly, however imperfectly, and each successively smaller as though they were dropping into the ocean. Above those, at plane level, there was a gossamer layer that mimicked a pseudo-horizon. There was no real start or end to them - they just kinda faded in and out again.
Current Mood: ??? Overworked, like my belly is carved out and I'm hollow. Also a little bit heart-broken.
Current Reading: Drudging my way through Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer. Shockingly erotic and more thoughtfully obscene than Bukowski's Women although not quite as easy breezy to read.
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marcroc:
your cd is already done and waiting for delivery 
idrawfunny:
Yeah San Diego's awsome. And yes you could certainly duck responsablities there and just have alot of fun. Have to Agree with d2re about your cali girl qualities. must be residual from your west coast upbringing.