I have returned

from the land of no infinite sign of world wide web.

Hello, how are you? Me? I am jobless and somehow found myself in San Francico.
I went to Finger Lakes region in New York state and missed the plane while transferring in Atlanta. Lost my job. boo hoo so fuck it.

I have not had the time to upload new pictures, I have done some and I uploaded them in my myspace acct. I am too lazy to upload it here...no, that's not it.
Reason is, the computer I have while in SF does not allow me to do so. I don't know why, dont ask me or even say "WHAT?!". Honestly it bugs me when I say that, not so much the opposite, mind you, but I annoy myself a lot.
I do. And why is that? I am clinically insane.

I digress, shit...




Anyway, I found my most favorite book store of all and it's called the Green Apple...
(a ray of light comes shinning down upon this store's canopy while all the angels sings Aaaaahhhh....).
I want to own every single books they have in there, no, better yet I want to STEAL every single books they have in there. Let them know, please.



I am deeply enamored by San Francisco's stairways and would like to pursue this newly found passion of mine by climbing every goddamn stairways in San Francisco.
Granted, it might be because I have nothing better to do. But an unrealistic dream is always good to have, whether I achieve it in the end or not does not matter to me and or anybody else. The point is utilizing the day.
since I have come across as both an underachiever and an overachiever to you all, boldly and at different time.





I love you all.


Spazztic, wiry and in trance my mind was earlier this afternoon. I bugged out, I called some people in LA, dying to hear a familiar voice. I was lost somewhere at a ritzy area in Fillmore and I was a nervous rat.
My face was flushed and I was self conscious. All this because I had a "family talk" with my Uncle and I didn't like that kind of conversation. That, that sense of divisiveness, so nauseating.
Per my request he dropped me there, all I'm saying I wasn't honest to him, but I had to do it because I'm boiling to the top of my lid!!

I called Guy, I called Therese, I called Maggie, I even called Carson and he's in Arizona trying to seclude himself from the world. He's a writer and he's one of those whose inspiration is based on location, well...maybe not, maybe I'm wrong! Don't listen to me...Carson, if you're reading this I apologize, that's not what I mean.
And he actually answered and listened to me.

Oh boy...