F Street
Here I sit, at a desk in a room in an old house on F street in Arcata in California in the good ol' US of A. My new home is beautiful. Three stories, built around the turn of the century. My best friend in the room next to me, a very cute boy downstairs, and two chill guys up stairs. Life couldnt be sweeter. Well, if I had a job, it would be. Most certainley. Anyone know of a good job down here in Arcata? Even a bad job would be ok with me.
But no matter, I have a real vacation coming up here, music and camping and whatnot. There is a baseball game happening right now. The field is right next to the house, and you can see the games from the roof. The team (which is semi-pro or something) is called the Crabs. How can you not love that? well okay, bye...
But no matter, I have a real vacation coming up here, music and camping and whatnot. There is a baseball game happening right now. The field is right next to the house, and you can see the games from the roof. The team (which is semi-pro or something) is called the Crabs. How can you not love that? well okay, bye...