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Tuesday, March 1
Check out this, um, eloquent review of my show last month at the Sancutary.
Longing never ends and now I'm tired of cold nights and goosebumps all over my legs. I want humid orange afternoons and blue Otter Pops and camera adventures with friends and rooftop beers and vibrating guitar strings on the sand and wooden porches with blankets and candles. We went hiking the other day and snuck through a fence to a forbidden trail that led us to a rock perched above the wrong side of the river. We smoked and shared a water bottle and talked about animals and kissed for a while until a creepy fat man came up behind us and stared at our backs. We wanted to leave but the sunlight coming through the branches looked so beautiful and made ripples in the water glow on our faces in little delicate white streams. I climbed down by the water and watched ducks attempt to swim upstream.
I've also realized every roommate I've had the past two years has been male. And shockingly, living with three guys is not much different than living with four. Albeit, the four guys in the photo above are some very important people and I want to juice oranges with them every day. (Oh wait I kind of do...)
Wednesday, February 23
My dearest friend Sam and I were driving back from Claremont the other day, sitting in President's Day traffic on the 10 West whilst blasting both volumes of Tonetta's "777" series and singing along. Albeit, we probably looked really strange, maybe like we have serious daddy issues. It's probably reinforced by this video of Sam singing Marvin Gaye to some chickens on the Pitzer campus (which is an academic wet dream... I want to go to that school sooo bad. It's like Santa Monica College in Mexico and Switzerland at the same time!).