hmm, you love it, you hate it
why do you keep coming back for more?
i've had so many good times in this city.
but really i hate it.
hmm, i don't use that word much.
i don't know, i guess the beauty is
that my friends must be that incredible
because i keep coming back.
there's beauty in sacrifice.
and sometimes it's nice to wade in the water
even if it's dirty and even if you hate it.
there's beauty in the breakdown.
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I don't know if you are really having a breakdown, but I am. I hate my life.
...Okay, I probably shouldn't have been that dramatic. Don't worry. But I do hope your journey is more delightful than mine is right now.
ah, sweet, Ash.
i miss you.
i hope our paths
cross again soon.
i need to hear
from you in the
meantime.
Molls, LA's not that bad. Think of the wide sandy beaches, and the long jogging/rollerblading/running/biking paths that run alongside the beaches! And the palm trees! And Main street in El Segundo - just like Mayberry! And Gladstones! And the Manhattan Beach Open! And the Santa Monica Track Club! ...
I love you & miss you!
I'm in Los Angeles today; it smells like an airport runway. Stinky!
lic, i don't get it.
are you really in LA?
or is this that whole,
"hey, molly, nikki and i are in LA, and we thought we'd call you."?
brother, always looking on the bright side. it's true, i should be thankful for the sand and the trees and the sidewalks for walking and running. you know, i never see that stuff here in kathmandu...
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