When you were a kid, did you ever shade a piece of paper in every color of crayon you had, then cover it in a layer of black so you could carve cool designs into it that would appear in a multitude of colors? That's how I feel now, the top layer peeling away and colors showing through in the shape of a still-to-be-defined me.
Nothing like a few hot days to appreciate a cool summer.
"The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco." -- Mark Twain
Something Corporate @ The Warfield tonight
I've been thinking about taking up martial arts again.
(Pretend I posted this on Thursday and that it looked better.)
+ change of address, update credit cards, cancel subscriptions, trim bangs, catch up on posts/emails/comments
三舅父's funeral was on Saturday and I just found out another person who had an impact on my life is gone; she was also taken unfairly. 3 other people I adore, who while still alive and breathing, are leaving. I guess I knew it would happen eventually, I just didn't expect to have this many goodbyes at once.
When I lay on the floor and look out the window, there is no city. Just clouds moving across the sky and it feels like I'm in a flying house.
