(i need a new subject. i shouldn't write every short story about the beach.)

(oh and each new paragraph is really a jump cut, livejournal just has screwy formatting.)

WaterAs soon as we were able to walk, maybe even before that, I don't remember, we were able to swim. I don't remember learning how to swim and I don't remember learning how to ( Read more... )

there is no point in life in which you are not dying.

Film togra pheR (2:03:45 AM): or maybe john kerry lounging on a white plastic lawn chair, holding the fort down outside the white house encouraging peace and urging the war in vietnam come to an abrupt halt!

Auto response from fiercelikefeline (2:03:45 AM): white plastic chairs. or maybe war.

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it's sad that i only have about five weeks left to finish the twenty-some books i have left to read.

this Friday (June 18th) we are gathering to discuss and hopefully finalize the plans for the camping trip. what days we are going, where we will be camping, what supplies people have, and any other concerns people may have will be discussed. if you plan on going camping with us or are thinking of going camping with us, you should be there. this ( Read more... )

we will be getting together on Friday June 18th to discuss plans for the Big Sur camping trip, July 29th - August 1st. plan to be there if you plan to go camping with us. details of location and time to follow.

the camping sites at the Andrew Molera State Park are limited to four people per site and if this will be a problem we are also ( Read more... )

let me know if you want to come or are planning on coming with us to Big Sur at the end of july (tentatively july 29 - august 1 unless someone comes up with a better suggestion for dates) so i can reserve a spot at the campsite in the near future. call / comment / whatever, just let me know, but dont have someone else tell me for you, you must tell ( Read more... )

there were nectarines this morning....

skin your peaches.

"I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming of the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, or actual night, the hell of ( Read more... )