Chew on this
I awoke the other morning from a beautifully vivid dream set in this path near where I used to live. It was up on a hill sort of in between two blocks of houses, lined on one side by the backyards of these really nice houses and on the other by these giant trees, so that it had the surreal effect of being totally shaded on one side and sunny on the other. When I woke up, I had the desperate urge to be there, so much so that I could have squeezed the dream close to me and not let it slip away.
I take it as a sign I might want to visit San Diego again. Itd be nice to hang out with old friends and my sister this go round since last time was more family-centered. I do still have that $100 in ticketless travel funds…
Decry generic brands all you please. Ive been using Safeways brand of acne cream, and my forehead has never been smoother.
I rented "Rent" and simply couldnt make it through it. Within the first twenty minutes after learning that three of the characters had HIV, one is a heroin addict, and theyre all poor as dirt, Im thinking, Do I really need to pay money to be depressed or could a simple glance at the homeless downtown provide the same effect for free?
Im thinking of braving drag for the first time ever this Halloween so that I can be Princess Clara from Drawn Together. Any brown-skinned brothers out there wanna go with me as Foxy Love? Holler! (sic)
