i am so utterly broke that i am actually counting my change ( Read more... )

this has not been a good morning ( Read more... )

seeing the pink andronico building standing next to my old apartment building made me feel oddly sad. the supermarket, where i would indulged in my exotic chocolate needs and other sudden palatable urges nearly everyday, remained strangely unchanged while i, in the course of a few months, have gone from carefree college student to unemployed adult ( Read more... )

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i am so frustrated that i could spit ( Read more... )

glo and i went down to sta travel today to get our student id's, although we are no longer students per se. but, we are students of life, no? well, anyways with all corny justifications aside, we had out pictures taken, and it hit me that i must be a ghost. my pallor actually looked something like this:

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i woke up at 6:30 in the morning today. when i stepped outside of my house it smelled like school. or more specifically it smelled like wet grass and concrete, but it also the first smell that hits one's nose when one steps off of a school bus in the morning. it has been a truly long time since such smell has attacked my olfactory senses. i suppose ( Read more... )

hanging out with friends whom i have known since high school has made me question whether or not my life has gone in some strangely circular motif, which has led me back to a pre-collegiate lifestyle. i don't feel that there have been any drastic changes in our relationships with one another or dramatic personality changes that have caused us to re ( Read more... )

i have made a discovery. certainly, it may not have the effect that a cure for cancer would have, however, given the present circumstances this is as good as it is going to get. there is a chinese bakery down on sepulveda blvd, which sells the best fruit cake. the asian-type of fruit cake where there is that sweet, but not too sweet, white cream ( Read more... )

after over six hours of traffic school, i actually feel numb. dear lord. i felt as though my body was slowly destroying itself as i sat there in that cold, hard chair. how is one to cope with such torture? well, somehow that is all over already...and the day is nearly done as well. sometimes it never ceases to amaze me how a day can be done in a ( Read more... )