It used to be harder then, less than a century ago. But maybe it made more sense. My grandmother knew that life, and now everything is upside down.
I was on the elevated subway platform waiting for the next train when I saw that other city dwellers had snapped and posted pictures of today’s sunset. I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen a sunset here. It was only when I went home to LA that I saw those familiar smog-inflected pinks and purples again. I’d already been thinking I’d had enough of this place, and it’s not about the hustle, or the bedbugs, but realizing that sunsets would always be a rare sight for me here … it makes me think that somewhere else would be better.
I took two days off from work to clean my apartment. It’s been a few months now that I’ve been redoing my studio, painting the walls (bye bye pink), buying a new couch (won’t miss you, old nasty loveseat), contemplating new rugs. I figured all this re-imagining meant that I should scrub down the kitchen, clear out the closet. Total do-over, you know. It was a mistake. Not only because before the order comes chaos, and now there’s just shit everywhere, but because I wasn’t ready to open up these mysterious boxes of crap and find that there was a whole life that I had before that I don’t really recall as well anymore. I used to be someone else, but I wouldn’t have remembered if I hadn’t been confronted by photographs and mementos and busted letter boxes. What the hell am I supposed to do with all of it? Will it still be there if I throw it away? Or am I supposed to keep it and everything dulls after a while and it won’t punch me in the face next year or five years from now?
You watch this and tell me it isn’t the most beautiful place on Earth.
Right…so, yea…me. I make an ILL marsala sauce, and use words like “ill” more or less as the cornerstone of my vernacular. I am not a huge reader despite being a philosophy major in school, but the last book i read, “Caps For Sale” was to my 2.5 year old niece and it was awesome (once she explained it to me). i am surrounded by music at all times, mentally high five my ipod when it plays a really solid string of songs on random and am the guy on the subway visibly head knockin to those songs with a smile on my face and sometimes mouthing the words. I wont hide my attraction to train wreck reality tv and i am ok with allowing my brain to not work and just enjoy watching. In all seriousness, i just want to hang out with someone i find smirk-inspirigly beautiful, fun, intelligent, sweet, and that I can have some laughs with. Someone who desperately makes me want to text pics of random funny things that i see and then call to talk about them. Makes sense, right? i thought so too.
Somehow I lost everything when I updated the software. Oh wells. But I have one that I’m going to keep in the new.
me: DUDE
omg
so many stories
i’ll tell you the one that’s sfw
so i went to the vending
Josh: lol
me: and i was like, ok fine i’ll fucking buy you, stupid late night all nighter cheeseburger doritos
so i put in my dollar
and i push the buttons
and the machine beeps
and the thing reads “make another selection”
and i’m like ARE YOU SERiouS
Josh: lol
me: so that just makes me want them more
Josh: god
me: but it keeps saying make another selection
and i’m like wtf is this a sign
but i was just pushing the wrong combination
so i have them now
Josh: lol
thank god
and now you’re computer and cube are all covered in dorito pixie dust
me: i haven’t opened them yet
i’m afraid
HAHAHAHA
THEY’RE DELICIOUS
AND THEY TASTE LIKE MCDONALD’S
THEY TASTE LIKE A BIG MAC
Josh: lol
you’re insane
me: omg i’m so happy
waaaah