this is the view from my former apartment off of venice blvd.
waking up to this eliminated any need for alarm clocks or caffeine.
as much as i appreciate my little duplex & white-fenced front yard, i’m pretty sure the grade of crack i was smoking when i gave up this view is illegal in at least 30 states.
1 year ago -
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things i said i’d never do:
oh well. 2 out of 3 isn’t so bad.
;)
circa ‘04.
“run, run, run, run…
to your place ‘til you’re gone.
where do you go to be free?”
- kenna
i would give anything, i mean anything, for some free time. nowadays it seems like the time i spend always comes at a cost.
I’m not my job. I’m not how much money I have in the bank. I’m not the car I drive.
I’m not the contents of my wallet. I’m not my fcking pencil skirt.
I’m the all-singing, all-dancing, crap of the world.
