Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Things that are Good
- VIP Tour tips to cover my credit card bill for the month.
- Getting put on the event at the end of the week.
- Running the Yogurt store by myself, four days in to working there.
- Moonlit hikes in the San Juan Hills.
- Benches perched atop said San Juan Hills, excellent for making out.
- Full moons.
- Night surfing in 75° water, waving to friends on the pier.
- Being comfortable around Bowie.
- Taking a board to the bridge of the nose and not breaking it.
- Getting let off with a warning, rather than a fifth speeding ticket.
- Tent buying and Yosemite plan-making.
- VIP sections at ridiculous concerts, role reversals.
- Getting smoked out by band managers.
- Your coming to visit me at work.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Things that are Incredible
- Impromptu breakfast plans.
- Getting picked up in a Porsche.
- Your compliments in my glasses and a banged up Hot Hot Heat shirt.
- Text messages that start with "Of course, love." And end with "Goodnight darling."
- Pizza Port and the upstairs bar, as long as Amy's there it's worth the 1,000•.
- Trader Joe's folk, and the Trader Joe's folk that are out on maternity or want to transfer, so I can have their chalk art job.
- A brilliant idea and insightful friends to bounce it off of.
- Being able to lean, sit and text message at work, no big deal.
- Tattoo confirmation.
- Two tickets from the manager of Cypress Hill for Friday night's concert.
Things that are Good
- Bottle 2 of 3: Italian "goodbye wine," used to toast a beginning instead of an end.
- Mohawks, because I'm tugging on it.
- Long-boarding at Doheney.
- Watching young parents teach their tiny children how to surf, and watching the kids' joy in their success.
- Making a veritable hodgepodge of dinner together.
- Surf films.
- Your lips.
- The Norton Anthology of poetry, the seventh, two-volume edition -- mine for the taking, because you've finished reading it.
- Little yogurt stores.
- Being able to curse, loudly, at work, in front of all aspects of management.
- Your text messages.
- Street fair in Orange this weekend.
- A VIP tour on Saturday that should cover my credit card bill for the month.
- Making others' 'someday's' your tomorrow.
- The Mountain Goats' 'All Hail West Texas.'
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Things that are Good
- Mohawks, plugs, huge smiles and Edvard Munch tattoos.
- New adventures in illicit activities.
- Plans for a small but really wonderful tattoo of my own.
- An end in sight for the Disney Look. (Hello nose piercing.)
- Surfing.
- Sweet text messages.
- That giant bed of yours.
- My screen printing class.
- "Thinking like an entrepreneur."
- Downtown San Clemente.
- Things falling into place.
- Cursive's 'Mama, I'm Swollen.'
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Needs Internet Supervision
I let the people I'm around define me.
I don't think it's bad, necessarily (because good goddamn, these people are nothing if not hand-picked and incredible), but his dreams are trumping mine.
He's had three or four years now to create, define and sharpen, though, so why do I feel so bad? He went and surfed for two years. Seriously, did nothing but surf and work at TJ's.
Give me a goddamn minute and a half.
I'm drunk, I'll delete this.
It is bad.
My friends are my priority, but I'm losing myself?
They're all going to start doing things, we'll be even more spread out and harder to pull together.
I am so quick to become enamored with people.
It's ridiculous and unnerving and more than anything, emotionally inconvenient.
GS says I date sixes, where in his opinion, there's no reason for anything less than eight.
The thing is, I own my sixes.
Eights through tens fuck my shit up.
Hence the post.
I don't think it's bad, necessarily (because good goddamn, these people are nothing if not hand-picked and incredible), but his dreams are trumping mine.
He's had three or four years now to create, define and sharpen, though, so why do I feel so bad? He went and surfed for two years. Seriously, did nothing but surf and work at TJ's.
Give me a goddamn minute and a half.
I'm drunk, I'll delete this.
It is bad.
My friends are my priority, but I'm losing myself?
They're all going to start doing things, we'll be even more spread out and harder to pull together.
I am so quick to become enamored with people.
It's ridiculous and unnerving and more than anything, emotionally inconvenient.
GS says I date sixes, where in his opinion, there's no reason for anything less than eight.
The thing is, I own my sixes.
Eights through tens fuck my shit up.
Hence the post.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Six Types of Love
Eros is passionate, physical, lustful love—the kind that gives you butterflies in your stomach and a tingling in certain other places.
Banquet is love that expresses itself through altruism, or making sacrifices for another person.
Mania is an obsessive love that, while intimate and intense, often includes jealousy, possessiveness and a lack of communication. Maniacal love can lead to domestic violence.
Pragma is a practical love. People who conceive of love this way are pragmatic (you didn’t see that one coming, didja?) when looking for a partner. They choose their mate based on rational decisions about whom they fit best with.
Ludus is love that’s a game. A Ludic lover wants to have fun, but doesn’t necessarily want a serious relationship.
Storge is friendship-based love. A Storge lover wants a companion who shares her likes and dislikes and who can form a long relationship based on closeness, trust, security and affection
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