Week Twenty - Eight

1) Being with Old Friends.

2) San Francisco in its entirety.

3) Hour long breakfasts with good coffee and book reading.

4) City wide roamin'.

5) Hotel Rooms

6) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YVY3JYgWHs

7) Give me my robe, put on my crown. I have immortal longings in me. -William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra.

Week Twenty - Seven

1) That in 24 hours I will get to see this wild bunch once again.

2) My new tat.

3) Sleep.

4) Lone Star Beer.

5) Drivin' in the Big Red Pickup Truck with Patrick.

6) Watching Ric get his tat and then riding a mechanical bull.

7) American Spirit Cigarettes.

8) Having had a most awesome Austin Adventure.

9) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YuSg4mts9E

10) For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams and the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes. 

- Edgar Allan Poe

 

Week Twenty - Six

1) Celebrating my birthday with wonderful friends, arctic Heath walks and late night silliness.

2) Having AMAZING work colleagues. Miss Mush, take a bow.

3) Balmy, summer themed days in Austin, Texas. 

4) Southern BBQ.

5) Southern men and their very gentlemanly manners.

6)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHnSj9Ls6pU

7) Life is too damn short and fucked up to go through it silently loving someone and never telling them how you feel. Fuck the consequences, fuck the implications of the actions, to hell with it all… whatever happens as a result is better than the nothingness that is inevitable with silence.  

— Janis Joplin

Hello Texas...

Stuff your eyes with wonder. See the world. It is  more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

- Ray Bradbury

And just like that, all the magic is gone...

Happy Friday

Week Twenty - Five

1) Red nail polish on my toes and blonde highlights in my hair.

2) My mistakes.

3) Early nights.

4) Lunch conversations with Papa Ross

5) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bng3agUOYiI

6) Buy the ticket, Take the Ride. 

- Hunter S. Thompson 

7)

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: 

for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.   

— James Joyce