student for lyfe
heenever i fo for long runs, i always crave mixed rinkd afterwards. so i had a jameson and ginger for dinner along with peanut butter and hone y on toast. i;m really feeling the efftects at the mont,
i'm very sorry.
heenever i fo for long runs, i always crave mixed rinkd afterwards. so i had a jameson and ginger for dinner along with peanut butter and hone y on toast. i;m really feeling the efftects at the mont,
i'm very sorry.
so just roll.
"I want to be free
in the mystery of love
I want to be wild
when the world begins again
I want to wake up and listen
Be in love with my life and death
and I want you to be there with me
I want all the children
to have enough to eat
I want all the angry men
to destroy their own pain
I want us all to be happy
and crazy and safe and real
I want everybody to be loved"
"Please make it immoral, illegal, irrelevant, unpatriotic, and totally tasteless for us to be in love with anyone or anything that's no good for us.
Teach us to know the difference between oppressive self-control and liberating self-control.
Awaken in us the power to do the half-right thing when it is impossible to do the totally right thing...."
easter in sf, anyone?
i did not know dudes surf in this area, right by the golden gate bridge... has anyone ever gotten injured or died from hitting a rock or the bridge here? it was a great day for surfing regardless, esp when the sun came out wooooot!
always some place to go, be, do, see...
on my way up to my last trip to san francisco, i stopped by a tiny town called cambria. i hadn't been back in almost 10 years. though it still has a tiny town feel to it, there are definitely more tourists that visit, and yes, i was one of them, but only to see how it has changed. i didn't stay long, only enough to see what was new and what was still standing...
"...it's as if you're pounding on the massive doors of the kingdom of your wildest dreams. At first lightly, even respectfully, then, losing patience, louder and louder. You pray. You plead. You beg. You ask. You cry. You wail. And just on the other side of the door, your faithful, adoring subjects silently writhe, some quietly crying, all intensely feeling your frustration and loneliness.
Yet they remember all too well how, on the day you left, you made them swear not to ever open the door, so that you might discover for yourself...
... that it was left unlocked."