Is anyone else annoyed with the changes? Lots and lots of bugs it seems, as if I was only half logged in, I miss the old days when the background was pink. 
My trip to California was quite epic. My grandparents are starting to look so old, it is a strange thing, they have looked and acted the same for as long as I can remember. My grandpa's hair has started to stick up like a mad scientist, which is endearing to say the least, but the constant coughing makes me just a little sick. Monday I went to visit my dear fiend Kenna, the most amazing artist I know and one of the most beautiful people I have ever known.
Seeing her warmed my heart so much, we wandered around the Mission District, eating tacos, drinking beer and shopping for records, I found a few really rare 45s, an early Gomez and a limited pressing Echo and the Bunnyman. I feel like my powers over the written word were restored when she suprised me in the record store by hugging me from behind and kissing my cheek. My nightime CalTrain ride back to my parents house was spent watching the passing lights, thinking about the future, feeling like a vagabond, a bittersweet feeling, but there was so much joy at the core of my being that happiness and sadness seemed the same, maybe they are the same.
I was met at home (my parent's home) by my friends Dave and Sandy who were on a road trip from Portland to LA, we went on a tour of the wonders of San Jose. Being in these old haunts of mine with my new friends made me remembere again why I moved away -- our conversation kept halting because all of us were watching a California busty blonde wearing a birthday tiara go from drunken joy to tears, then fall off her barstool, like watching an inevitable tradgedy. We ended up eating at the Wienershnitzel at 1 am then getting stoned and playing pool in the basement. Breakfaast at a truck stop and record shopping in the morning, where I found a fifty dollar Rolling Stones record for fifty cents at a Christian thrift store. They then continued on their journey and I dove into the kitchen, preparing a five course meal for my grandparents who haven't ever had my food. During afternoon prep I was visited my Alexis, who used to be a server at a restaurant I worked at before I escaped that overpriced shallow state. She talks a lot (and by a lot, I mean not even I can get a word in), but it's always good to see her. Dinner was a smashing success, food devoure, minds blown, I then passed out on the couch watching The Dicovery Channel exhausted. Now twelve hours later I am home again and glad for it.
I don't have much time left here, i had bettter enjoy it!
My trip to California was quite epic. My grandparents are starting to look so old, it is a strange thing, they have looked and acted the same for as long as I can remember. My grandpa's hair has started to stick up like a mad scientist, which is endearing to say the least, but the constant coughing makes me just a little sick. Monday I went to visit my dear fiend Kenna, the most amazing artist I know and one of the most beautiful people I have ever known.
Seeing her warmed my heart so much, we wandered around the Mission District, eating tacos, drinking beer and shopping for records, I found a few really rare 45s, an early Gomez and a limited pressing Echo and the Bunnyman. I feel like my powers over the written word were restored when she suprised me in the record store by hugging me from behind and kissing my cheek. My nightime CalTrain ride back to my parents house was spent watching the passing lights, thinking about the future, feeling like a vagabond, a bittersweet feeling, but there was so much joy at the core of my being that happiness and sadness seemed the same, maybe they are the same.
I was met at home (my parent's home) by my friends Dave and Sandy who were on a road trip from Portland to LA, we went on a tour of the wonders of San Jose. Being in these old haunts of mine with my new friends made me remembere again why I moved away -- our conversation kept halting because all of us were watching a California busty blonde wearing a birthday tiara go from drunken joy to tears, then fall off her barstool, like watching an inevitable tradgedy. We ended up eating at the Wienershnitzel at 1 am then getting stoned and playing pool in the basement. Breakfaast at a truck stop and record shopping in the morning, where I found a fifty dollar Rolling Stones record for fifty cents at a Christian thrift store. They then continued on their journey and I dove into the kitchen, preparing a five course meal for my grandparents who haven't ever had my food. During afternoon prep I was visited my Alexis, who used to be a server at a restaurant I worked at before I escaped that overpriced shallow state. She talks a lot (and by a lot, I mean not even I can get a word in), but it's always good to see her. Dinner was a smashing success, food devoure, minds blown, I then passed out on the couch watching The Dicovery Channel exhausted. Now twelve hours later I am home again and glad for it.
I don't have much time left here, i had bettter enjoy it!
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And I am so jealous!!! You got a ride from Mary?!! You lucky dog you!!