hi, i'm still alive.

i've been so freaking swamped with moving and now needing to move again. i'm crashing at a friends place in LA right now. praying and hoping that i find my own shindig soon because this whole thang ain't workin'. i can't even sleep cause it doesn't feel like home.

anyway, a couple weekends ago, i went to san diego to visit my friend. it was a bit of an awkward experience. i'm glad i got away from home for a little though.

on the way down rofl and i were texting (have i mentioned that he moved to montana? i hate him right now for that...a love/hate). he told me i should probably dig a very deep hole and stay in it for awhile cause shit is continually hitting the fan for me. well, in order to keep that fan alive, i went to get gas and the pump decided to spray my entire car down. i drove the rest of the way to san diego in my flameable deathmobile.

things are really exciting on my cinco de mayo. i'm staying in watching the x files. jealous? is your cinco as fun as mine?

blogging from a bar {written 4/23/2013}

I've been the ultimate worst at the blogging game lately. so, I figured I would blog while I wait for a boy to finish his mustache and beard club meeting (yes, man hair, i may or may not be accepting now). at least I'm at an awesome bar (Johnny's) that is playing awesome music (classic/punk rock) right? riiiight? anyway, thoughts coming into my brain as I sip on my shipwrecked and watch 2 PBR tall cans:

I need to post the things I've been writing in my semi-journal.

I've been writing posts and not posting them.

this guy I'm waiting for is cute.

who hurt this dude so bad in the past.

I'm hungry.

interesting right? I know. my life is an avalanche in progress at the mo so I'm soaking in all the novel things and ignoring the big ones.

your welcome.

one week

"when you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. they are the life boats for darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. so the question becomes, or should have been all a long...what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. what life boat would you grab on to? what secret would you tell? what band would you see? what person would you declare your love to? what wish would you fullfil? what exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? what book would you write?"

watch this movie.

overwhelmed

blogging is just not in the books for me right now. my life is far from perfect or manageable at the mo'. i just can't find the energy to write when nothing is rally quite awesome and happy enough to write about. i'm a champat "letting what's already happened go," but damn. this has graduated from speed bump to mount everest.

so, in the meantime, follow me on instagram where i post photos and don't talk about the bs.

@lovinlittle

i promise i won't completely forget about this blog.

accidents

i don't really want to write too much. i'm trying to not think about things and just move forward. i can't really explain much anyway as i have no memory of whatever happened.

so here's the short story:
1. i went out with charlotte friday night.
2. i was in an accident at 330a.
3. i don't remember anything after 130a.
4. i "came to" at 5a.
5. i had bruises and scratches everywhere.
6. i sold my car.
7. i bought a new one.

those are all the things i know for sure.

i did promise this car that i wouldn't hurt it. i'm keeping that damn promise.