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The protein drink mix turns the milk green and adds pockets of grit. Its like drinking imitation vanilla sand. Meh. Maybe after drinking this shit for awhile I’ll feel mentally better.. I’m really looking forward to house sitting for Dustin and Natasha. I’m not even sure how to explain the excitement.. I do really miss…
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I love these random stairways dispersed throughout the city. Covered in moss and hidden under trees. They have this odd feel of never really being used as nature attempts to take them back, but yet I see people walking up and down hurrying to get to their destination. A means of transportation ignored. I wake…
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Picture taken this past summer.. I truly let loose in playing my according last night. I was looking for a bit of solitude in my room but Audrey wanted me to interact with her so I started playing my accordion. The sound of it captivates me. Expresses my emotions through random selections of notes, deep…
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Like a Bird.
I get quite frustrated with this small skeletal structure. Forearms would be nice, at least to have sleeves fit on without billowing. I would also really like all the ‘too skinny’ comments to end. If it is impolite to call fat people fat, why is it alright to demean the skinny? Its not as if…
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Its been bothering me that my last entry seemed to lack all emotion. Very dry. Listing occurrences, but not feelings. Meh. I was experimenting with making gin and tonics.. so I could blame the intoxication. I called in sick today after I woke up at midnight to coughing and wheezing. I fell asleep a few…
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Booze, tunes, and accordion blues.
Talking with my mum on the phone these past few weeks has been upsetting. Last time it was depressing me about moving back to cold Montana. This time it was about how when we moved to Montana from Hawaii my childhood happiness seemed to dissipate. I hate these guilt trips. I think its time to…
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These weekends go by too fast. I’m really not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. Labor on and on in a poorly heated building working with people who barely understand English and snob talking with me. Psh. The one nice thing about having a deadline out of Seattle is knowing that I will…
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Once again we had a hankering for going out to eat, hoping for a bakery, but it didn’t happen. It began with the adventure of driving to GeorgeTown to find the bakery we wanted closed. Wandering through the International District talking of curry. Driving past Beth’s seeing a line stretching down the way. To parking…
High Contrast Grey.
A nomad, a collector, a flâneur, a bohemian artist, a tea cup kind of guy, a Master of Architecture currently in search of a new place to call home..
High Contrast Grey. 