my life, at this moment consists of a worldwind of crazy experiences that all lead to something. i think to myself that every thing that happens to anyone at any given time must have some meaning. whether or not you choose to listen or give attention to that meaning is yours and yours alone.
three days ago my girlfriend and i almost got assualted at the beach. needless to say, i walked away with a black eye, my girlfriend walked away okay but scared and the boi..much MUCH worse. i didnt take all those street fighting lessons for nothing...for the first time in this god forsaken fucking country bo-hunk town the cops actually did what they should have.
tonite...standing out in the rain...run out of gas....my cutie little punk friend puking out my bronco door..waitin on my guy friend (knight in shining armor)...
that brought forth my gas can..
cops driving past not paying any mind (thank god, cause we both would of been in a wee bit of trouble. (ie. i work at a bar and got off early)
life is so strange. the experiences ...the emotions. the times when i feel so completely grounded and the others when i feel as if the world is turning upside down and i may not be ready for the ride.
i love my girlfriend. and i love the friends that i have made here, finally....so fucking soon before i leave. they are the first real true friends. the ones that remind me of home. the ones that make me remember how it was when i was 17 and it was us against them and god forbid if anyone crossed anyone of us. you know who you are.
the friends that i always said were tried and true.
thank you. i stand grounded and in awe of how good friendship feels.
other news: packing to move. two more weeks and then on the road.
ee gads!
what ever shall we do??
three days ago my girlfriend and i almost got assualted at the beach. needless to say, i walked away with a black eye, my girlfriend walked away okay but scared and the boi..much MUCH worse. i didnt take all those street fighting lessons for nothing...for the first time in this god forsaken fucking country bo-hunk town the cops actually did what they should have.
tonite...standing out in the rain...run out of gas....my cutie little punk friend puking out my bronco door..waitin on my guy friend (knight in shining armor)...
that brought forth my gas can..
cops driving past not paying any mind (thank god, cause we both would of been in a wee bit of trouble. (ie. i work at a bar and got off early)
life is so strange. the experiences ...the emotions. the times when i feel so completely grounded and the others when i feel as if the world is turning upside down and i may not be ready for the ride.
i love my girlfriend. and i love the friends that i have made here, finally....so fucking soon before i leave. they are the first real true friends. the ones that remind me of home. the ones that make me remember how it was when i was 17 and it was us against them and god forbid if anyone crossed anyone of us. you know who you are.
the friends that i always said were tried and true.
thank you. i stand grounded and in awe of how good friendship feels.
other news: packing to move. two more weeks and then on the road.
ee gads!
what ever shall we do??
sorry i didn't get back to you sooner. I haven't been around here much lately, and just stopped in momentarily to ask the design group a question, and saw that you got in touch. so hello!
the tattoo i got for the "skin" project, which you may have heard about from the SG newswire a while back. i'm starting to think that maybe shelley figures I flaked out or something, because i have yet to send in my photos. but now that i've started the tattoo process, i do indeed intend all I get on my body to be a story, told in words and pictures. they will tell the story of my life, just like yours and everyone else's does, but in my own way, of course.
And yes, libras rule, i tell you. one of the few things that sucks about being here in la is missing out on the fall weather back east, where i grew up, during october. i find it very bittersweet, the beauty that comes from being reminded that everything has an end, which is what fall is, really.
anyway, best of luck with your trip, tuff gal, and i suppose i'll be seeing YOU on the playa soon. while you're at it, here's a few pictures from a little outdoor gathering called lightning in a bottle that I attended this weekend, which will hopefully remind you that there's no place like home.