I am in San Diego.
I hate that I am in San Diego.

Me:
"What would you do if one day I just pulled off my hair and I was totally bald underneath?"

Justine:
"Shrug."

We slowdance in the street at 11 o clock at night.
after she takes muni for an hour to see me.

How did I get so lucky?

Rain--Sunshine--Sunshine--Cold--Rain--Rain--Rain--Sunshine--Sunshine--Sunshine.

This city is filled with so much life. It's odd: it possesses a number of qualities which mirror those of Vancouver's. It comes as no surprise, then, that I almost feel at home. It isn't as though my agenda is filled with outrageous to-do lists (or have-done lists, for ( Read more... )

i am greedy, among many other adjectives. i now realize i'm not where i'd like to be, stability-wise, which kind of--cancels out positive qualities of my life i had assigned importance to ( Read more... )

Words have hit a dead end. There isn't anymore creativity. The lingering smell of witty analogies lets a stranger know of its recent presence, that it had left only a few moments before he entered the doorway. The dusty rectangle room is empty, with stained green couches which have provided comfort to numerous self-assured adolescent visitors. ( Read more... )

far away, my friends are turning legal drinking ages. they're the same exact people i knew years ago. only now, i can't see them, and our interactions are a bit more complex ( Read more... )

he walked outside at the speed of a comfortable stroll through the aisles of a market. his concrete feet tangled behind him like clumsy infants keeping up with their determined-to-achieve-and-still-keep-up-a-stay-at-home-mom-reputation-mother. he pretended to chew gum, although his mouth was volunerably empty, and despite his best efforts, he could ( Read more... )

why do fat girls at shows keep pointing at the band members and yell, in all their hot smelly breath's glory, to their fat girl friends that they swear the song is being played for them? then, they ask, "wait, what song is this? ... oh! YES. I LOVE THIS. THIS IS ME. LOVE IT." and, additionally, i can smell their armpits? i mean, fine, be a fat girl ( Read more... )

i've only been here for three days (not even that, really) and i am ready to go back. san diego has absolutely nothing i need now. i really wish i could just bring a couple of people back with me, and show them when i see all the time, and introduce them to what i know now, but that is impossible, either because they simply can't, or because they ( Read more... )

"and when they come around, somehow they feel up, and you feel down."