I've recently gotten into the habit of feeding my internet addiction out on my balcony at night, douzed in Off!Skintastic bug spray. It really is skintastic. I don't know what that means, but it keeps mosquitos off. The smell of the summer night is so sweet when there are lots of plants and things around.
Oh Saturday night I sat around with two good friends, drank Jager and Red Bull, played guitar, and talked about sex, drugs and rock 'n roll til 5:30am. A quiet voice in my head started wishing that I wasn't moving up to Bay Area and instead staying around LA for a few more months. I love and at the same time despise moments when I feel like Alice, kneeling down, looking through a tiny door and contemplating whether or not I should drink from the bottle labled "Drink me". Beyond that tiny door lies a beautiful garden of novelties, distractions and lessons that I want to learn. I don't feel as if I'm missing out on a great phase of life, I only feel that I'm missing out on that great phase of life. In reality I'm standing in front of two doors, both of which, no doubt lead to wonderful places and both of which eventually lead to Spain.
I'm definitely going to miss the warm nights of Southeren California.
Music: Modest Mouse
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