December 2010
7 posts
my mom is the shit. my parents are the shit.
i stumbled in at 2:30 am. my mom opened the door for me. it took me a while to take off my boots/heels ‘cuz i was stumbling and shit and she was like “you must’ve drank.” (in ilocano), and I was like YEAAH! and i laughed. and she laughed. and i was like mom, you’re tight. but i said it in my head. and then i put my keys in the kitchen. and i’m pretty sure my dad...
“The “seven social sins”:
Knowledge without character
Science...”
– Mahatma Gandhi
Youuu fukkinNNn' copy cat. lol
It’s okay though. I understand. Copy-catting is the best form of flattery, so I’ll go ahead and take that shit as a compliment.
el. ey.
Back in LA. Feeling accomplished. Ready to explore.
One of these mornings.. I’m gonna get up before the crack of dawn and take a drive up to Angeles Crest Highway and watch the sunrise, in my sweats, with some hot chocolate.
It’ll be freakin’ amazing (I’ll take pictures).. ‘cuz I know the quiet itself is gonna be liberating. Calming. Mindnumbing. where I’ll...
Being alone doesn't have to feel lonely.
