Twentysomething

And the light. I love the afternoon light dancing. Amongst leaves. Between hills. Off windows.

susiederkins: i love meetings susiederkins: i don't know why you hate them so much josh: they suck josh: kill me now susiederkins: but do you have any idea how many blogs they inspired? susiederkins: i wrote a bajillion during meetings by observing human behavior. josh: that just means

Venice was the first city that I backpacked to on my own. I stayed at a pension in a courtyard that still conjures great images. I remember most the changing of lights, the diffusion of just-after dawn and the settling of dusk, after the crowds. Three matrons on a

susied: sorry, i mean, black susied: with a black train conductor cap? me: i'm into black as of late susied: i can tell susied: are you becoming angst-filled and subsequently goth? susied: is the outside a reflection of the inner void? me: no not goth me: but

pinkberry: eek. that freaked me out josh: what pinkberry: doorbell rang, i was naked and squeezing lemons josh: hah oh! pinkberry: i dont' take well to unannounced guests pinkberry: this is my home! josh: who was it pinkberry: i dunno. i'm afraid to look josh: maybe it

I love the fact that I live close to all these streets named after ladies of the night. Back in olden times (that’s a technical term), the area were known for streetwalkers and other broken winged angels that Kerouac probably saw during his visits here. Now, the area is