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Petaluma.
So happy. I almost cried leaving Lucchesis. That is not a joke.
What else is there to say. Coming back on the 101 and getting stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic right by the giant copper Petaluma sign...same feeling every time. Perfection.
This was the longest I've been away from home, almost 6 months. I don't think I can keep doing that.
I don't think I can keep doing San Diego either. The abyss where all moral codes and empathy for other human beings is about to suck me down with it, and I'm not down with that. I have to figure something out, but I think, really truly, that I need to come back here soon. For a while. Whether its through that UC tranfer program, or just taking a quarter off.
Bottling up my emotions regarding some San Diego business is coming out in mysterious ways. Such as the Lucchesis crying, basically because the counter woman and my mother had a random discussion about how good people are everywhere, just waiting to make your life better. And then tonight, during Sicko (which if you want to continue loving America, or at least not hating it, I don't recommend seeing. But I really think everyone should go see it because its the least biased/skewed of all his movies) I started bawling again. I don't cry! Preposterous. What is going on in my life.
Call me if you want to hang out and you're in town. All I'm doing is playing Guitar Hero.
So happy. I almost cried leaving Lucchesis. That is not a joke.
What else is there to say. Coming back on the 101 and getting stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic right by the giant copper Petaluma sign...same feeling every time. Perfection.
This was the longest I've been away from home, almost 6 months. I don't think I can keep doing that.
I don't think I can keep doing San Diego either. The abyss where all moral codes and empathy for other human beings is about to suck me down with it, and I'm not down with that. I have to figure something out, but I think, really truly, that I need to come back here soon. For a while. Whether its through that UC tranfer program, or just taking a quarter off.
Bottling up my emotions regarding some San Diego business is coming out in mysterious ways. Such as the Lucchesis crying, basically because the counter woman and my mother had a random discussion about how good people are everywhere, just waiting to make your life better. And then tonight, during Sicko (which if you want to continue loving America, or at least not hating it, I don't recommend seeing. But I really think everyone should go see it because its the least biased/skewed of all his movies) I started bawling again. I don't cry! Preposterous. What is going on in my life.
Call me if you want to hang out and you're in town. All I'm doing is playing Guitar Hero.