I can't look at pictures of Juneau. It's like porn for me, or something ( Read more... )

How many of you remember Sassy magazine? Me, I remember the columnists by first name. Turns out that this is common among fans of the magazine. I had a subscription to the magazine in its heyday. I LOVED it. But then, I will admit that I was not all that discerning! I had a subscription to Seventeen for about 3 years. I still remember the Art ( Read more... )

I've been homesick. Of course, I'm always homesick in the summer. I haven't had my mountains/glacier/old growth forest/hiking/fishing/long nights/tourist filled Juneau summer fix. But I also have some sadness in my heart that Benn has yet to breathe non-polluted air (the fires are still making the air hazy here, my nose has been itching for weeks ( Read more... )

On my way to work (yes, I am at work today!), I saw two guys on the bus. Both looked anywhere between 16-19. Both were little hipsters. Both were quite indie-trendy. But one, were it not for his ipod, looked like 1987 personified. From head to toe ( Read more... )

Spring is on in full force here in the Bay Area. I barely seem to leave my couch these days. Sadly, walking is starting to make me ache in areas seemingly unrelated to my legs. I'm just so damn tired all the damn time. I really really want to indulge myself in the energy that I feel when I wake up to birds chirping and fresh, bright sunshine in the ( Read more... )

Last morning in #7. I've been awake since 5am. An improvement on the usual 3am wake up. I don't want to move anymore. The new kitchen makes me sad.

I dreamt last night that I was in Juneau, walking out towards Thane. No cruise ship docks, old wooden framed houses, precarious icy dirt slopes to the water. I was having trouble staying balanced on the edge of the road. The sky was slate grey, a typical winter day's sky around 2 in the afternoon. I dream of this light from time to time since it's ( Read more... )

My heart hurts for two reasons ( Read more... )

Oh my god. I am crazy in love with my intended ( Read more... )

Two years ago in July, right before I left Alaska for the the unknown, Rory Merritt Stitt played a show. He did a heartachingly sad version of "Landslide." I shed tears. Things were rough then, with my relationship and the moving and about to start grad school ( Read more... )