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who knew that a leopard-print tattoo could be so fucking hot?
not me
this kid gets tattoos whenever he feels like it . . . because it makes him happy.
he makes 'cute' sound like the best compliment ever. if you're a small female you know that being called cute gets old, really old, faster than a big mac gets moldy. usually.
when it rains it pours.
it really is raining outside right now. oddly enough. odd considering this is SAN DIEGO. a guy actually apologized to me the other day for the cloudy weather "honestly, this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing! we never have weather like this!"
i was about to get on the 805 south the other day, right around 4:30 (stupid stupid time to try traveling on any highway), and hadn't even reached the on-ramp when the traffic got thick and slow molasses style. i flipped out. i've been doing so well with waiting in cars but something snapped. balked at the idea of sitting there in the smog wasting gas/money/time. like an animal shying away from a trap. pulled a really awful u-ey (i've never had to spell that before . . u-turn, u-y) and opted for sideroads.
i am so looking forward to driving, riding, down a country road when i go home to visit. passing maybe one or two ther cars. trees hanging overhead. nothing but rolling farmland and streams and forests. god, i could cry for joy that such a place exists still. cities. cities suck hope out of me. the best thing about mira mesa . . . someone, some angel, took a can of paint to every electrical box lining the main roads and painted big grey hearts on them. so where ever you are sitting in traffic at least you can see one. if you don't feel like staring glaze-eyed zombie style at the strip mall across the way.
i'm launching a graffiti strike when this rain blows away
not me
this kid gets tattoos whenever he feels like it . . . because it makes him happy.
he makes 'cute' sound like the best compliment ever. if you're a small female you know that being called cute gets old, really old, faster than a big mac gets moldy. usually.
when it rains it pours.
it really is raining outside right now. oddly enough. odd considering this is SAN DIEGO. a guy actually apologized to me the other day for the cloudy weather "honestly, this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing! we never have weather like this!"
i was about to get on the 805 south the other day, right around 4:30 (stupid stupid time to try traveling on any highway), and hadn't even reached the on-ramp when the traffic got thick and slow molasses style. i flipped out. i've been doing so well with waiting in cars but something snapped. balked at the idea of sitting there in the smog wasting gas/money/time. like an animal shying away from a trap. pulled a really awful u-ey (i've never had to spell that before . . u-turn, u-y) and opted for sideroads.
i am so looking forward to driving, riding, down a country road when i go home to visit. passing maybe one or two ther cars. trees hanging overhead. nothing but rolling farmland and streams and forests. god, i could cry for joy that such a place exists still. cities. cities suck hope out of me. the best thing about mira mesa . . . someone, some angel, took a can of paint to every electrical box lining the main roads and painted big grey hearts on them. so where ever you are sitting in traffic at least you can see one. if you don't feel like staring glaze-eyed zombie style at the strip mall across the way.
i'm launching a graffiti strike when this rain blows away