I think I'm still brain dead.
I've been home only for a few days. Here is some of what has happened:
*I ate the SPICIEST food in the whole entire world. No kidding. When they say, a lo diablo, they aren't joking. I cried, I snotted, I choked, and I cried some more. It was a delicious torture, but it WAS torture. When I sneezed half an hour after finishing my meal my mouth burned again...eep. It WAS HOT!
*It's been an organizational task to try to figure out where to put all of my shit, even for me. Would living out of my suitcase for months really be ALL that bad?
*I went to a funeral, my first. It was really emotional.
*I saw that Shakira video everyone has been talking about. With my grandmother sitting next to me. It was hot. Like HOT. Did I mention my grandmother was sitting next to me? I wonder if she knows I'm gay... I mean, Doria Roberts is right, my grandmother HAS been on this earth about four times longer than I have, I’m thinking that she has an idea. I like to think she knows nothing though...but who knows..
*I no longer have a car so I rode my bike (with basket and bell, hehe) to our local farmer's market. It was nice. I bought basil, strawberries, French bread, and avocados. I had iced coffee outside while reading (or re-reading) my book. On the ride home I was hit by a car.
*But I am okay. Fucker was pulling out of the fucking KFC drive-thru and I was thinking about how nasty that chicken grease smells when I realize I'm about to be trampled by a car. I freaked the fuck out, he freaked the fuck out and somehow I didn't get a single scratch or bruise on me and didn't fall. I only scraped his car with my bike. I mean, we were both going slow, but it didn't make those few moments any less scary. I could have died. I tell you, LA is different man, it's different.
*The rest of the ride home consisted of me being shook up, realizing I haven't ridden a bike in months, running into my old martial arts instructor from years ago, and riding past that one physic's house. It was really quite random.
*I was thinking about my salty kid prospects while drinking coffee at Borders when the earthquake happened. It was strange and no one even gasped, including myself. It was SO L.A. Story it was funny.
*I need someone to take to The Grove and drink beer with. That and money. I need a job, I need to go to a concert, I need to buy some books, I need to go to the beach, I need to do laundry, I need a gin and tonic, I need to make my summer reading list, I need to go to a park, lay on the grass, and write some poetry. I need I need I need.
*I ate the SPICIEST food in the whole entire world. No kidding. When they say, a lo diablo, they aren't joking. I cried, I snotted, I choked, and I cried some more. It was a delicious torture, but it WAS torture. When I sneezed half an hour after finishing my meal my mouth burned again...eep. It WAS HOT!
*It's been an organizational task to try to figure out where to put all of my shit, even for me. Would living out of my suitcase for months really be ALL that bad?
*I went to a funeral, my first. It was really emotional.
*I saw that Shakira video everyone has been talking about. With my grandmother sitting next to me. It was hot. Like HOT. Did I mention my grandmother was sitting next to me? I wonder if she knows I'm gay... I mean, Doria Roberts is right, my grandmother HAS been on this earth about four times longer than I have, I’m thinking that she has an idea. I like to think she knows nothing though...but who knows..
*I no longer have a car so I rode my bike (with basket and bell, hehe) to our local farmer's market. It was nice. I bought basil, strawberries, French bread, and avocados. I had iced coffee outside while reading (or re-reading) my book. On the ride home I was hit by a car.
*But I am okay. Fucker was pulling out of the fucking KFC drive-thru and I was thinking about how nasty that chicken grease smells when I realize I'm about to be trampled by a car. I freaked the fuck out, he freaked the fuck out and somehow I didn't get a single scratch or bruise on me and didn't fall. I only scraped his car with my bike. I mean, we were both going slow, but it didn't make those few moments any less scary. I could have died. I tell you, LA is different man, it's different.
*The rest of the ride home consisted of me being shook up, realizing I haven't ridden a bike in months, running into my old martial arts instructor from years ago, and riding past that one physic's house. It was really quite random.
*I was thinking about my salty kid prospects while drinking coffee at Borders when the earthquake happened. It was strange and no one even gasped, including myself. It was SO L.A. Story it was funny.
*I need someone to take to The Grove and drink beer with. That and money. I need a job, I need to go to a concert, I need to buy some books, I need to go to the beach, I need to do laundry, I need a gin and tonic, I need to make my summer reading list, I need to go to a park, lay on the grass, and write some poetry. I need I need I need.