Everything from my waist down is going to hate me tomorrow (I could probably exclude a thing or two). Walked 17,000 blocks today for shits and giggles and am now positively beat. Was accidentally spat on by a cop directing traffic. I wiped it off (my face) while he told nonsensical stories that I just smiled and nodded at. Timed the walk from my building to the building where my classes are...
Just passed the Art Institute on 101 en route to SF. Sayonara suckers.
When it doesn’t end in me asleep at the wheel crashing into the neighbor’s Jeep Grand Cherokee, I absolutely love driving late at night. Back roads, high beams, the moon’s illumination on the hillside, windows down, heater on, and music for the precise mood I am in. Tonight’s music reflected that of a blissful girl eager to dream tonight’s dreams. Dream sweet.
I should not have been born a female. I despise the mall/shopping with every fiber of my being.
You’ll run rather than walk, dance rather than run. We’ll watch the stars wheel...– Death And The Maiden — Ray Bradbury
At work, sippin’ on a big ‘ol cup of coffee, playing Margot for the ladies at the salon. Women always seem to enjoy when I play it, no complaints here. Although today is one of those days where I feel like venturing no further than the edges of my bed. I’d like to be watching old romance films, maybe a few heists as well. Someone do this with me soon!
“Spade returned to the living-room and sat on an end of the sofa, elbows on knees, cheeks in hands, looking at the floor and not at Brigid O’Shaughnessy smiling weakly at him from the armchair. His eyes were sultry. The creases between brows over his nose were deep. His nostrils moved in and out with his breathing.” -The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett, Ch. 9...
Does anybody want to go see This Will Destroy You with me on wednesday? Please?
You and me; an x-ray machine. I swear, that day you saw straight through me.– Bags of Bones, Owen
I was just walking through Kaiser and passed a man washing some sliding glass doors. I turned when this man yelled, “Oh damn look at my tattooed hunny!” “Good afternoon,” I replied. He then proceeded to follow me out the door, into the parking lot where he yelled, “Baby you better smile at me, this time and the next!” Uh, what? Haha men are weird.