June already, huh.
Growing up, the nearest worthwhile park was a 40 minutes bus ride away. It had a zoo with iron bar cages, a century-old carousel that made your hands smell like metal, and pony rides. It was where I learned to ride a bike without training wheels and discovered my love for bears and cotton candy. It’s […]
More than anything, the news of David Bowie’s passing fills me with tinges of sadness for my baby brother who didn’t get to experience our parents the way I did. Before the drugs, before the dischord, before the weight of their impending adulthood manifested itself, there were weekend mornings spent on the road to anywhere, […]
If I were to sum up 2015, it was definitely Moonlight Sonata (1st and 3rd movements) with a dash of Alone Again, Or, a soupçon of All We Ever Wanted Was Everything, and a big, heaping shovelful of Swim and Sleep (Like a Shark). Something like anxious melancholic nostalgia and a longing for something/one I didn’t […]
First, here’s a new Auditory Whiplash playlist. It’s about all those times things didn’t quite work out, for whatever reason.
Welcome to my Dopamine Den, where I can revel in my love for minor chords and unnecessary key changes, all of it at the threshold of pain and away from the world.
Baby’s first set-list pickup.
…and other pseudo-existential crises.
Life would be so much easier if I could just print screen my brain.
As a warning, there are about a million photos in this post. Sorry. Last week necessitated a trip to the thrift stores. Not only had it been a while, but I was also looking to maybe add a couple of skirts to my wardrobe without having to spend real dollars, and maybe a small shelf […]
When Paris first brought up the idea of doing Tough Mudder, I kinda laughed at her face and said HELL NO. So how I found myself plastered in mud after traipsing through 10.5 miles of ridiculous hills and silly obstacles, bleeding at the face and drinking a beer at Vail Lake is still beyond me1. […]
Everyone needs a little ginger pussy in their lives, and I’m not trying to be funny1 but no one would have been better suited to adopt as such than Tresa and Jisela. I’ve long come to terms that there are more cats in my life than there are people. And I’m cool with that, especially […]
Tuesday, people decided they didn’t want to hang out with me1, so I said SCREW YOU ALL, and took myself out for lunch at the Observatory. I’m paraphrasing. Also, this might be a lie. [↩]
When the Tweedles were here a few weeks ago, it was to hike through the neighbourhood staircases, gawk at the local architecture, and learn some histories. Oh, and sweat. That was bonus.
Late night ramen run with Johnny and Paris at Koraku in Little Tokyo.
…Or How I Spent Way Too Much Money To Sit On A Couch For Lunch. Other possible subtitle: Part II Of Walking On The Venice Boardwalk And Getting Annoyed At Smelly, Half-Naked People.
Michelle is teaching me to sew with a sewing machine. I’d never previously done that, I’ve always hand-stitched because machines scare me. Baby steps. Started with my Stay Home Club patch, which ended crooked the first time around (see last photo). It was straightened shortly after. Then, I made a skirt. It’s the most unflattering […]
…Or How I Went And Saw Things With Multiple Heads Instead Of None. Spent Bastille Day in Venice, walking the boardwalk, eating foods, and gawking at two headed animalia at the Venice Beach Freakshow.
Thought he was doing some of my freelance work, but turns out he was browsing for pussies. *rimshot*