Writing
it's raining. it's always bloody raining, or at least it feels like it at 11:20 every night between september and may. i'm about to write that i'm feeling shitty, and then i realize that i don't frickin' know how i'm feeling and that feeling shitty has been an overall mood since... well, since my gf left for college about 6 weeks ago. my now-ex-gf, to correct myself.
reading Chuck Palahnuik's guide to Portland, and wondering if it's the same portland i know... i can't decide who's idea of it is right, correct. yesterday, walking around in the rain w/ my cousin, i realized that i'm at least as in love with the theory of portland as the city itself... probably more so. the idea of a intellectual, academic, well-read city, full of greenery... naturally and artifically beautiful... and full, absolutely bursting with people, each one utterly full of life.
beats the fuck outta, say, NW 12th & Lovejoy.
i'm having the same delusions that every other smart megalomanic has of one day ruling my home town as an enlightened despote, showering the beautiful citizens of Portlania with my good will.
i bloody hate the rain.
reading Chuck Palahnuik's guide to Portland, and wondering if it's the same portland i know... i can't decide who's idea of it is right, correct. yesterday, walking around in the rain w/ my cousin, i realized that i'm at least as in love with the theory of portland as the city itself... probably more so. the idea of a intellectual, academic, well-read city, full of greenery... naturally and artifically beautiful... and full, absolutely bursting with people, each one utterly full of life.
beats the fuck outta, say, NW 12th & Lovejoy.
i'm having the same delusions that every other smart megalomanic has of one day ruling my home town as an enlightened despote, showering the beautiful citizens of Portlania with my good will.
i bloody hate the rain.