Summer so far

Dancing to "Chick Habit" and getting burrito discounts and drinking vodka and...water? on someone's rooftop and the hour and a half commute to work and reading The Economist on my phone and "avocado al fresco" sandwiches from Whole Foods and backpedaling and eating not-very-good kettle corn because I was desperate and dipping my entire body in coconut oil and yellow legal pads and not sleeping and City of Quartz by Mike Davis and offline Spotify playlists and heels everyday and Tupac bandana ties and buying cigarettes from the donut shop and arguments and palm tree purses and heavy dinners and Culver City and being driven in someone's car very quickly down the freeway while I exhale cigarette smoke out the window and feel content.

You shall above all things be glad and young

Last night Sam, Megan, and I went downtown and I drank Vitamin Water and rum and Newcastles and got a free pack of Marlboro playing cards and danced with a dude from Spain while listening to Jonathan Richman. I can't remember exactly at what point last night this photo was taken. My eyes look kind of droopy but in my defense I am very drunk.

Unfinished business

L.A. Forum

The only thing I'm wearing ever

Mulholland

"There it is. Take it."

Sinestra

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REPUBLIC

Lately,

Arugula, shrimp, and avocado salads, going to Long Beach for no reason, scheduling and canceling and re-scheduling, finally signing up for Spotify but only really using it to listen to this one Smokey Robinson & the Miracles album, borrowing my grandmother’s car for a week while she visited family in Texas and finally being able to experience the pleasure of car chargers, two smoothies a day (at least), realizing how perfect my bed can be, Marlboro 27s for some reason, finally owning William Tecumseh Sherman’s memoirs, grocery shopping, learning to let go of palm trees, hating all of my clothes and my kitchen’s weird smell, waking up every two hours after I have gone to bed, a town (neighborhood?) called Naples that isn’t like the “real” Naples at all, Hite beer, the various pomades a man could have, making a note to buy a bottle of Dr. Bronner’s every morning after using my current body wash (it smells like Flintstone vitamins?) and forgetting the minute I step out of the shower, grabbing issues of L.A. Weekly but never reading them, Irish breakfast tea at home and coffee everywhere else but actually, usually, Sprite.

Alone again or

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The Gulag Express