Tides are weird. The water gets blobbed up on one side of the earth and we all rotate into it, be it the moon or the sun pulling on water, on our bodies full of water. It was a full moon and high tide, I assume.
A friend of mine, we will call him Justin, moved to MY CITY, my town--sweet, gorgeous Los Angeles. He had one wild sabbatical in Europe I'm glad he got to go and excited for our future conversations with he carefully sprinkles with tokens he took from the Old World. Then, I can live a little whilst I listen and nod my head not having much reference for what he's saying.
He moved here. And everything in LA is about 30 minutes or 3 miles or both. He's close enough. I saw his apartment, a true jewel of Craigslist his other flatmates found (See I have been abroad...). It's massive and with central air--who cares if the heater is broken and belching harmful amounts of CO and Methane, mine is too. And the pop corn ceilings remind me of every house I lived in growing up--pleasant.
What's great about this friend in particular, apart from many things, is that he plans and executes *activities*. I've never been this busy outside work in the 1.5 years I've lived here. I love it.
Justin is a planner and his calendar is always packed with so many colors and different designations. I haven't asked what the colors mean and don't plan on it.
He appreciates weird, non outings as much as he does the ones you go to and try and get noticed for being nonchalant amid a crowd. Is that just me?
And in talking with my other pal Alex, also not anyone I know, she expressed the same sense of center in Justin's coming to LA. A home base and some solid ground, finally. It's lovely and feels a bit like college, like community.
Justin is plugged into *it* or something close to it and he cares to show people it without judgement or condition. "No hate," and he means it.
We were a place near the Target Hollywood Blvd and there was erotic art on display. Some of it was tasteful. The rest were penises on 15' by 15' canvas. A vendor explained his process of ejaculating into the glue that binds his porno magazine collages. It was rough and weird, but I could tell he liked what he did. He took our photo and I'm wondering if I'll make the cut in a collage one day.
One section was offering haircuts and Justin turned to me with his devilish, simmering eyes. Getting a haircut became the bit and it took modest convincing to get one. "Of all places, it's funny to get your hair cut here," he probably said.
The barber was nice and warm and it was funny for the first 10 minutes and then I had to sit and get a really nice hair cut while Justin circled the drain getting bored. "She's getting antsy," my barber said to me.
I cut off 1.3 years of hair growth and it was a nice rebirth mid season on the my 26th year. The hair dresser/barber said I would need to buy new clothes to match his work. I knew what they meant.
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I started a vlog channel while in line to enter Universal Studios Hollywood. "WE OUT HERE!" merch is coming.
Click the link to watch what happened after my hair cut.
https://youtu.be/61YX8WrE040
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SONG OF THE WEEK: The Ariana Grande version of Save Your Tears by the Weekend
SMELL OF THE WEEK: Laundromat and Company
Things I am liking right now: the immaculate, the immutable, tiny tomatoes in cardboard trays, s'mores, etc.
A friend of mine, we will call him Justin, moved to MY CITY, my town--sweet, gorgeous Los Angeles. He had one wild sabbatical in Europe I'm glad he got to go and excited for our future conversations with he carefully sprinkles with tokens he took from the Old World. Then, I can live a little whilst I listen and nod my head not having much reference for what he's saying.
He moved here. And everything in LA is about 30 minutes or 3 miles or both. He's close enough. I saw his apartment, a true jewel of Craigslist his other flatmates found (See I have been abroad...). It's massive and with central air--who cares if the heater is broken and belching harmful amounts of CO and Methane, mine is too. And the pop corn ceilings remind me of every house I lived in growing up--pleasant.
What's great about this friend in particular, apart from many things, is that he plans and executes *activities*. I've never been this busy outside work in the 1.5 years I've lived here. I love it.
Justin is a planner and his calendar is always packed with so many colors and different designations. I haven't asked what the colors mean and don't plan on it.
He appreciates weird, non outings as much as he does the ones you go to and try and get noticed for being nonchalant amid a crowd. Is that just me?
And in talking with my other pal Alex, also not anyone I know, she expressed the same sense of center in Justin's coming to LA. A home base and some solid ground, finally. It's lovely and feels a bit like college, like community.
Justin is plugged into *it* or something close to it and he cares to show people it without judgement or condition. "No hate," and he means it.
We were a place near the Target Hollywood Blvd and there was erotic art on display. Some of it was tasteful. The rest were penises on 15' by 15' canvas. A vendor explained his process of ejaculating into the glue that binds his porno magazine collages. It was rough and weird, but I could tell he liked what he did. He took our photo and I'm wondering if I'll make the cut in a collage one day.
One section was offering haircuts and Justin turned to me with his devilish, simmering eyes. Getting a haircut became the bit and it took modest convincing to get one. "Of all places, it's funny to get your hair cut here," he probably said.
The barber was nice and warm and it was funny for the first 10 minutes and then I had to sit and get a really nice hair cut while Justin circled the drain getting bored. "She's getting antsy," my barber said to me.
I cut off 1.3 years of hair growth and it was a nice rebirth mid season on the my 26th year. The hair dresser/barber said I would need to buy new clothes to match his work. I knew what they meant.
---
I started a vlog channel while in line to enter Universal Studios Hollywood. "WE OUT HERE!" merch is coming.
Click the link to watch what happened after my hair cut.
https://youtu.be/61YX8WrE040
---
SONG OF THE WEEK: The Ariana Grande version of Save Your Tears by the Weekend
SMELL OF THE WEEK: Laundromat and Company
Things I am liking right now: the immaculate, the immutable, tiny tomatoes in cardboard trays, s'mores, etc.