Glad August is over.
I despise March.
And August is difficult mentally and awfull hot.
October is the best month for obvious reasons.
If months were people. October would be The Fonz. And March would be Osama Bin Laden.
August would be like just someone who invades your personal space and your upper lip starts to sweat. And then they sing Billy Joel and you get all upset and cry.
Months are not people. But if they were I could draw them.
Above is the travel bag I want. Bellow is my Vercli I bought at a Vegas thrift store 6 years ago.
It’s falling apart. RIP
I’m too attached to objects
I went to my favorite desert thrift store this weekend.
Above is the vintage hard shell makeup case I have been wanting to buy online. ($55)
And bellow the Jetaway I found at Angel View yesterday for $2.
Imma gunna put all my scissors and electric knives and heavy duty tools in it.
I’m the only white person
on a bus from San Bernardino to Rialto. There’s lots of smells and tattoo’s..and loud naughty rap. No one makes eye contact. All of the houses are dilapidated. I saw one with toilets as flower pots.
It’s a holiday weekend and I’m by myself on a random bus in a bankrupt city. People live here.
This is real life.I’m alone on a planet whether it be in bed or inside a weird bus in the Inland Empire with a bunch of strangers wearing gang bandana’s with tattoo’s on their faces.
Life is cute lol
. Bail bonds… Bail bonds everywhere