I know that, as far as people go, I am really not a bad one, but I still feel ashamed that I am not a better one

I am trapped in a particular sort of hell where I make just enough money to survive in this city, but not enough to leave it

And everyone I don’t want to know wants to know me, but everyone I do want to know doesn’t want to know me

Hmm!

I’m not entirely sure what The Universe was attempting to communicate to me when, a few minutes ago while walking through Berkeley, I happened upon two black cats fighting each other

But I’ll tell you what: I sure did break up that fight

I said, “Knock it off, you sons of bitches!”

And I chased the smaller of the two cats away, because he was being an asshole

And as I continued down the sidewalk, I passed the big black cat, and I gave him a nod, and I’ll be damned if he didn’t seem relieved

I don’t think you ever figure it out

I think you endure it and put up with it and live inside of it the best you can

ruh roh

Woman at the post office: “You look like Ricky Nelson. He cute. He dead.”

Here is a weird unplaceable emotion I sometimes experience: you meet someone, and they are real cool—but then you meet their friends and they suck. Like they’re completely awful. It always makes me paranoid as hell when that happens (it happens pretty frequently, too).

Hello, functional alcoholism!

“I’m a mixologist.”

“Oh :-/”

Being in my hometown feels like being locked inside an abandoned amusement park

Being in the Bay Area feels like being locked inside Burning Man

where do i go