Love Lines

I love summer nights like last night, where darkness happens and you don't even notice because it is still warm enough to be outside & overdressed in a t-shirt.


Summer nights like tonight are awesome too, when the fog rolls in and walking down the street is like having a shower spritzer.

Only very recently have I fully grown into my love for Led Zeppelin, it's profound.

God damn, I love the blues. I forget, and then I hear some and I am so hooked.

Love and Theft

Stepped out of the comfort zone today in an effort to behave less like the self that disappoints me and more like a better person.

Somebody once told me if something is going to be given, it has to be given freely.

Love, and theft.

The thief's booty, tainted by the nature of its acquisition...

I go to Dal. My birthday is November 8th. I read my horoscope. I am obsessed with Princess Diana. There are people who love me. They know these things.

Love is a Many Splendoured Thing

At my job sometimes we have to take a lot of personal information from customers. Sometimes we "forget", and just use fake info. Today, we were doing just that and my coworker suggested a random fake phone number for me to use. I punched it into the system and lo and behold, up came the customer profile of my uncle.

I love it when this kind of thing happens.

I love coffee. Everything about coffee. The way it smells, the way it tastes, the way it makes me feel.

I love it when I can smell the ocean in the air.

I love my mom & dad and my brother. They have stuck by me through some pretty fucked up shit, even though they don't know the half of it.

I love red wine.

I love gin & tonics.

I love lying down and looking up at the stars.

I love all the people I have ever loved before. Even the ones I never talk to anymore.

Don't need a shot of heroin to kill my disease, I need a shot of love. So I'm going to start administering it. Good vibes from here on in.

When The Angels Make Contact

Soul to Soul our Shadows Roll

A major change is the lack of time spent sitting alone in the dark navel gazing and pondering the significance in and meaning of everything. It will drive you crazy.

But I convince myself of melodrama and then the universe throws things in my face that demand pause. They demand it.

Jen Mathers.
Carlos.

Two in one day. Both recently on my mind.

Jen is amazing. No time has passed, even though she will be having a baby before Christmas. I miss her.

Carlos. So much time has passed. And he, as usual, fills in the gaps with melodrama that even I roll my eyes at. Until I realize that he isn't kidding, and our stories almost match. Eloquent timing. We made "the wedding pact" once. The one where if you're not married in X years, you marry each other. I remember I wanted to make the pact for 5 years and Carl said "no, trust me, when 5 years come you are going to want 5 more". Neither one of us today can remember the deadline, but he said "we have time".

It has been two weeks since moving day. Things are coming along slowly. This may possibly be the most drawn out process of changing dwellings that I can remember. Or maybe my weary mind just can't handle all the commotion.

For the first time, school rocks.

For the millionth time, things could be coming together.

Modern Times

Galeries Lafayette dome, originally uploaded by c.e.s..

Paris is my kind of town, there is beauty at every turn. I was in constant awe the entire time we were there.

Palatial

Opera chandeliers, originally uploaded by c.e.s..

Got back from France yesterday. Still absorbing everything, it was awesome. Will be putting pics up on Flickr over the next few days.

Now am heading over to my new apartment to paint the walls. It has a chandelier and is quite palatial, although not quite on par with the opera.