I Never Was...

I know I said I hated it. But I do it anyways. Because it keeps me from getting sick sometimes. Because I hate Santa Monica. Because I cringe every time I see a red car.

And my head won’t stop thinking about 11pm. It won’t stop thinking about a box of plates, or a box of cups, or a box of something you’d have to pick up 30 minutes later. How inconvenient. But really, ever since last year, I’ve wanted to see what Chicago looks like at 6am.

Don't trust the telephone.

Maybe there’s a problem when my fingers smell like breakfast cereal all the time. But like I said, I do it anyways.

And when I think more about it, I can’t.


I really did enjoy the Yoshida Brothers.