I sold my car.

I may have a job, I find out on Monday.

It is only a retail job.

But, even if I do not get a job, I just made three months rent.

I keep hopping on buses, making myself feel like I am going somewhere. wandering through streets, thinking.

This morning my mom woke me up before it was all the way light out to tell me that the weather report had been wrong and there was in fact snow on the ground. She somehow also got me out of my cocoon of four wool blankets and a cat. Next thing I know we were sitting in a coffee shop eating bagels, and I sipped black coffee over morning ramblings ( Read more... )

I remember when all I needed to be happy was Berkeley, a dog, my best friend and an afternoon in which we had nothing to do. That one afternoon her dad kept trying to tell us things we should do, but all we wanted to do was nothing because we could. Because we knew that somewhere we would appreciate this day that we could just lay on her living ( Read more... )

say all the right things and neither one is unhappy but real conversation lacks ( Read more... )

yesterday we cleaned the house and then ordered chinese food ( Read more... )

(LA was a good idea ( Read more... )

In LA at my friends apartment eating all her food while she is doing something with the UCLA daily paper ( Read more... )

Sometimes something snaps and I suddenly am really happy and everything is ok again. Is it possible to store up these moments when I am listening to music walking and the wind is tossing everything and I feel free and good and like I need nothing else and use them when I forget how to be happy?

I dream of changing the world, big talk and little action ( Read more... )