its half past noon and i still havent had coffee. world record. last time i attempted to function without coffee in my veins i accidentally burned a three inch long gash on my belly with a tea kettle by deciding to rest it there as i was pouring myself a cup of tea. the burn is still there. it will probably be a long while before it is gone. its my ode to coffee. i will never betray you again. you have scarred me for life and i will always remember. don't leave the coffee. it is your friend. obey.
freak.
its not raining today. i couldnt be happier about that. i tried to accept rain in my life. really, embrace it. i took the dogs out into the pouring rain to hike in the most amazing surreal redwood forest that oddly juxtaposes the urban sprawl of Oakland just five miles below. its like two completely separate worlds. so completely lush, peaceful, serene, miles and miles of ferns and huge redwood trees. be au ti ful. its a trip, only a few miles away and youre in a concrete jungle, people yelling right outside your door until two in the morning, bass pounding out the car window, random crackheads squatting the burntout dilapidated house next door. home sweet home.
luckily i can have both.
oh yeah, so the walk in the woods, embracing the rain, and all that sappy shit. so its raining, it smells good, i decide i love nature, yeah, i can handle the rain, its allright, im starting to get really wet, its cold and then i slip and fall on my ass, right into the mud. busted my knee, my ass is covered in mud. i still hate the rain.
freak.
its not raining today. i couldnt be happier about that. i tried to accept rain in my life. really, embrace it. i took the dogs out into the pouring rain to hike in the most amazing surreal redwood forest that oddly juxtaposes the urban sprawl of Oakland just five miles below. its like two completely separate worlds. so completely lush, peaceful, serene, miles and miles of ferns and huge redwood trees. be au ti ful. its a trip, only a few miles away and youre in a concrete jungle, people yelling right outside your door until two in the morning, bass pounding out the car window, random crackheads squatting the burntout dilapidated house next door. home sweet home.
luckily i can have both.
oh yeah, so the walk in the woods, embracing the rain, and all that sappy shit. so its raining, it smells good, i decide i love nature, yeah, i can handle the rain, its allright, im starting to get really wet, its cold and then i slip and fall on my ass, right into the mud. busted my knee, my ass is covered in mud. i still hate the rain.
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although the first sight of snow is always the prettiest...
3 months later you just want to kill yourself to prevent shoveling...
so one day i'll move to cali...
then visiting the snow here won't be so bad...
and did i tell you...
you made my little night when you called me cute..
compliments are the best...
my mum likes the tinned variety with ice cream