Apathetic ( Read more... )

me: "My feet are cold ( Read more... )

Coffee, clean floors to spread writing photographs journals on. Cats running in and out of the door "helping" by rummaging through papers. Some friends are abroad and I try to think back to when I was so I can write about it because I haven't yet. The book my mother and I were going to write about traveling together and how it never got beyond ( Read more... )

Eating dinner in uptown in a restaurant like an upscale version of Panda Express feeling like I am in California because the people dress the same act the same talk the same as they do there. It gets yuppie closer to the mountains ( Read more... )

In the book Pattern Recognition (which is a good book by William Gibson) the protagonist goes on about how when you travel the soul takes longer to get there than the actual body. So the feeling of jet lag is basically waiting for the soul to catch up. Except, in my case, I haven't traveled far away enough to have jet lag I have just been too ( Read more... )

It's odd what I find myself telling strangers ( Read more... )

I am forced to think that there is a world outside of the bubble I am currently living in with a phone call reminding me I haven't yet paid rent.
shit.
I am worried now thinking of it all.
Worried of trying to juggle a full time job and full time school.
I guess everyone is trying to stay alive.
Somehow it will all work out.

After my first day at work I have decided that work sucks. Two years without a job was glorious. I wish that I could survive jobless forever.

Actually, I guess it was sort of ok, just tiring. I moved wheelbarrows full of gravel and painted sealant on siding all day.

* Seattle Washington at my dads for three weeks to work: starting today.
* Santa Barbara for a visit of less than a week most likely.
* Back to Albuquerque for between a week and a week and a half.
* Back to Santa Barbara to stay.

Dear Santa Barbara,
I love you and Albuquerque is treating me better than last year.