Recently, I gave a thorough rereading to this ol' livejournal here and discovered that, after a lot of wincing, I was ready to detach myself from my suddenly embarrassing writings of 2002-2006. I'm not going to delete them, as they will prove to be very funny to me in a year or two. I'm also not quite ready to do away with this sort of thing ( Read more... )

Officially, my immune system has turned to sand. I'm only ever well for two week increments, and then the sickness starts dripping down the back of my throat again, swelling my glands and filling all cavities in my head with noxious liquids. I am irritable and sluggish, and not up the task. Any task. Otherwise, I am happy. While recuperating for ( Read more... )

I was riding my bike through the wind, really enjoying myself, making note of the clouds and birds and certain patches of sunlight, when I saw a woman barf into a bush right outside of the boardwalk arcade. I feel like this is indicative of all of Santa Cruz. It would be mostly beautiful, were it not for an overabundance of vomit, spit, and ( Read more... )

Last week I was walking around like I was The Representative for Santa Cruz Tourism saying "It's practically 70 degrees year round in Santa Cruz." I should have been more suspicious about the lingering summer and I shouldn't have said that. Winter came on, what, just yesterday? And now it's colder tonight in Santa Cruz than it is in New York ( Read more... )

This entry is for Andy. Here are some excerpts from one of my high-school journals. I thought, "Hey, these are kinda funny" and I hope you will also get some mild amusement out of this ( Read more... )

I've withdrawn from my senior seminar, am probably being fired from a decidedly easy job, and have been rendered useless by a knee injury resulting from an idiotic party trick ( Read more... )

The landlord is an idiot for coming over here and banging on the house when any sane person should be sleeping. Or maybe I'm the idiot, jealous of the building that other people can do when all I know how to do is tear down, when what I've done is destroy a year and a half's worth of building.

On my way home from work tonight I was dragged a few feet down the bridge over the san lorenzo by a man in camoflauge shorts who, after some struggle, made off with my purse. He has my id cards, my credit cards, my glasses, and my medications, and I have a few bruises and unease. The drunk drunk drunk mexican men who watched me get dragged and ( Read more... )

Today I went through some rites of initation. I opened up and charged some items to my first credit card, and followed that up with my first ever cinnabon. Both of these "firsts" were decidedly stupid and also mall-oriented ( Read more... )

so a cookbook does not a gourmet cook make; I completely ruined a banana bread. And so I turn to livejournal because it is a familiar 2AM summertime friend, and not because I have something more important than a banana bread to worry over.