Why I hate people.

Why do I hate people? I hate people because they are incredulously disappointing, but nine times out of ten the joke’s on them because I hate them anyways. I hate people because they are the most self-serving bastards on the planet. It honestly takes an act of God to make a person remember that others …

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Ordering your morning brew;

Allow me to enlighten you as to what it's like waking up at 3 am every day and rushing off to open the only Java Temple in the terminal. Let me just tell you about the angry masses of ill-mannered adults I encounter on a daily basis. Let me express to you the surges and …

I am free;

Claustrophobia: an abnormal fear of being enclosed in narrow spaces. Freedom: liberation or deliverance, as from confinement or bondage. In my mind these two words have always sat beside each other. Anytime I felt confined, I was claustrophobic because I had lost my freedom. I was enclosed, locked-in; whether I had wanted this or not, …

Happy to stay;

She's a creature of habit, the worst kind of habit- the habit of leaving.  The habit of changing. The habit of loving too much and being afraid of her own heart, the habit of dissatisfaction, of always wondering if this is all there is. It's not, of course it's not. She's a foreign soul searching …

I’m alive.

I'm a fairly stubborn lady, and I'm chock full of thrill-seeking gypsy blood. I think this is why I used to get into so many accidents. When I start craving a rush I can get a little irresponsible. This is what leads me to do things like driving on the 74, jumping in the ocean …

Oceanside > Carlsbad

you can tell the cities apart by the individualities found in the poorer of the two. as you whiz by on the train, swaying with the ocean breeze, you notice bright splashes of color, flashes of lives lived and dreamed up; you view from above the personalities shining through a thousand differences, gazing out a …