Current mood:ridiculously elated
my favorite part of the trip to LA that i took this past week was walking back into disneyland after screaming our throats out at the tower of terror across the way, in time to see five employees standing around one of the light-up signs that are placed around the park so that people can find their way when the fireworks are exploding in darkness all around. they were all dressed differently, from different "lands" around the park, and staring up at what must have been a new sign with expectant looks. then one of them flicked the switch and the light in the sign went on, shining bright and clear the way to "all others lands." they all moaned, and one said, loudly, "way to go, spellcheck." my sister and i just happened to be passing by in time to fully enjoy the display of employee disgust from the mouths of pirates and frontiersmen and swiss maids and whatever the folks in critter country are supposed to be. it was probably the most magical moment i've ever had there.
but i realized how much i love san francisco when, getting out of the bart station, it was still unseasonably hot, but the breeze was cooling and i could see the fog moving in. a man hit on me in spanish, and 24th st. seemed even dirtier than usual. it was like a big sloppy kiss from home.
by the time i got to the apartment, and crawled out on our roof to get some air, bernal hill was completely enswathed in menacing grey. it was still warm out, to a degree, but i could breathe and i wasn't constantly wondering when my skin was going to burst into flame.
and the boy who had stayed in my bed while i was gone had made lots of food, and anandi gave me a tarot reading and comix to read, and annie came over to drink chocolate soy milk and talk like she must be the most loyal person to be placed on this green earth. and we watched the x-files until my babbling drowned all out. and it was all going to be ok.
southern california seems, for many different reasons, to make me feel all itchy. maybe it's the cars, or the heat, or the people. so many people. or maybe its memories of being stuck there, dead motorcycles and that feeling of trapped, when i was trying to move here. maybe we just can't be friends right now, southern california and i. but i'm glad that i went. i'm glad i got to see my old friend and wish my sister a happy birthday. and i'm glad i got to get out of here for a few days.
it made me realize how much i love my home.
but i realized how much i love san francisco when, getting out of the bart station, it was still unseasonably hot, but the breeze was cooling and i could see the fog moving in. a man hit on me in spanish, and 24th st. seemed even dirtier than usual. it was like a big sloppy kiss from home.
by the time i got to the apartment, and crawled out on our roof to get some air, bernal hill was completely enswathed in menacing grey. it was still warm out, to a degree, but i could breathe and i wasn't constantly wondering when my skin was going to burst into flame.
and the boy who had stayed in my bed while i was gone had made lots of food, and anandi gave me a tarot reading and comix to read, and annie came over to drink chocolate soy milk and talk like she must be the most loyal person to be placed on this green earth. and we watched the x-files until my babbling drowned all out. and it was all going to be ok.
southern california seems, for many different reasons, to make me feel all itchy. maybe it's the cars, or the heat, or the people. so many people. or maybe its memories of being stuck there, dead motorcycles and that feeling of trapped, when i was trying to move here. maybe we just can't be friends right now, southern california and i. but i'm glad that i went. i'm glad i got to see my old friend and wish my sister a happy birthday. and i'm glad i got to get out of here for a few days.
it made me realize how much i love my home.
 | Currently listening: Doolittle By Pixies Release date: 20 May, 2003 |
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