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this little girl is funny. like she would be able to translate the title of this entry. she totally gets it. l'il mizz q. come to think of it, this photo was taken at max's in glendale on a monday afternoon, and it represents a mere second of what this girl does on the regular. this was happening during dinner with lola and ate. no it's not code.

oh, another time my sister and i went to her school to watch all these kids participate in a trike-a-thon. very cute. little kids living the good life. ah, and just like that, the sun comes out again. you know what i'm feeling right now is entourage. mia, i'm fucking hooked. i don't know what it is, but they got me. i'm into it.





oh man, i can't believe i was in downtown the same day as the great american boycott. gerlie had warned me about the possibility of mad traffic going on that day. tuesday, may 1st. i mean, we were prepared with maps and a color-coded system projecting what would happen in such and such case. anyway, i headed out of toluca lake around 11am and got to fairfax and 3rd by 11:15. no traffic, the streets were empty. i had an hour to kill so i decided to just drive around and scope some landmarks. downtown is beautiful. so i'm driving, and head into the jewelry district.. finally saw some people walking with flags. but the streets are still open. i turn right on grand and bam, a whole mess of people just closing the streets as they walked. i followed them as long as i could then finally turned right off some number street. without thinking i ended up in front of fidm, parked and checked out the student boutique. if that is not so l.a. i don't know what iz. you know what i'm talking about. and that was just the beginning of a typical day. then i went to the union bank bldg, picked gerlie up and headed to a really good pizza spot in echo park called masa. blahblahblah got out of downtown just as they were shutting exits down. lapd got gnarly. then it goes on and on, like being in santa monica later that afternoon and getting a nano for kenz. such an l.a. day.



another typical day. all of my dope friends get together and basically go to different places to take photos of each other. and dance. and smoke. drank.

"don't talk about it. be about it."

you know, i could really get used to living abroad if i can keep up the traveling back home every few months. being home in december for xmas and then again just last week feels really good. like ate said, "back so soon! it's like you live in san francisco." and then there's barça - i think it helps that mack and i moved into our new apartment. it's new, clean, and it has a garage spot for our car. truth be told, i had no idea how essential having a car garage was to leading a happier life. it makes a huge difference. huge.

some thoughts. people can get pretty confrontational in l.a. but in barcelona, it's the complete opposite. and sometimes i catch myself getting a bit annoyed, say, when someone bumps into me getting into the metro and they don't even look at me to say "perdona" or "lo siento." whereas, while in l.a. it could get a bit tiring making sure to be polite, recognize the person you accidentally bumped into or whatever, and say "excuse me," because if you don't, people get totally pissed off and call you out on how inconsiderate or uncompassionate you were being. can i get a "shame on you?" exactly.

what i'm trying to tell myself is: fuck the bullshit. there's more to life than these little thought-out or not-thought-out things. who the fuck cares? as long as i'm breathing, walking, seeing, hearing, i'm good.