The other day, Oas told me that grains were not meant for human consumption and that they were actually more unhealthy than they were beneficial for me, despite my weak protests about fiber.

Just when I thought  I was doing something right by eating oatmeal every morning.

I don't know what to do with my life anymore.

04/18/13 Greenwood Pier Inn

The ocean hugged the land of sand and waved us along as we cruise by.

There's something about ocean blues that can never be quite captured on camera, nor in memory, much less replicated in a crayon.  Blues and greens and inbetweens ripple across the water--an ever shifting, glinting glass of possibilities, catching light and reflecting life below.  As we gazed, lost in reverie, E.E. Cummings reverberated in the back of my mind, "For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) its always ourselves we find in the sea."

How lovely it is to watch the light fade from the day--cozy in the heart, cozy in your arms.

We found ourselves in a small town off the coast, a quaint place known as Elk.  Quiet and queer, it is here where we spent an afternoon wandering the shoreline collecting sea glass and exploring the spaced out settlements for items of interest...

Specifically, flourless chocolate cake drizzled in raspberry sauce topped with vanilla ice cream paired with oven fresh bread pudding soaked in strong, sweet whiskey syrup.

Two glasses of sparkling wine and a small parade of candles accompanied us in our hot tub, where we sat with wreathes of foam resting on our heads.  Soap bubbles winked in the light.

In the morning, breakfast was served.

And of course, we took another bubble bath.

Silly.

Zoë Phillips - Boat (Rameses B Remix)

Should I put the flash on the camera?

I'd be scared for it all to flicker by

As we floated in the glitter of the mere

I didn't expect your reflection in the sky.

Sisters.

On the way back home from Emeryville...as Celine concentrated on the road, she blinked slowly and remarked, "One day I was stupid and drove to Hayward.  I took the wrong exit."

Pot, meet Kettle.

I'm eating an ice cream bar in the kitchen when my dad looks up and remarks, "You know we're eating dinner soon, right?"

He then proceeded to add a packet of seasoning to the instant noodles he was cooking over the stove.

"Yea.  You know we're eating dinner soon right, dad?"

He smiled at me sheepishly.

"Chantal the Snail Killer, feared across four gardens..."

Has learned how to cook garden snails.

It is time for a new reign of terror. 

Fortunately for them, I've developed a sense of morality during these past 6 years--I no longer lob them into the street and wager excitedly with my brother which moving vehicle will deliver the crushing blow of justice.

Dear Diary,

Yea, I got my breakfast.  Not before throwing a fit, ignoring him, huddling on the couch upstairs and eating the last slice of the crappy wheat bread before he came up and was like, "What are you doing?"

Then he tried to take away my wheat bread and when we were fighting for it, he had the gall to tell me to stop it because the crumbs were getting all over the place.

So I took my wheat bread and I went downstairs and to go to sleep because I was so mad.

Finally, he made me breakfast.

It only took five minutes of his time.

I told him "I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE."

And cried.

Because I was so angry he wanted to make me breakfast four hours after I told him I was hungry.

I didn't eat it to impress upon him the gravity of the situation.

But it made me even crankier because now it was my fault that I was hungry, so I cried some more.

And I told him to go to the gym and to go away.

But he wouldn't go to the gym and said he wanted to hug me and he told me he loved me.

So I went to sleep until 3 with him latched on to my back like a baby koala, which was kind of cute I guess, and when he went to the bathroom, I quickly ate the cha siu and the eggs he fried.

After he came out, I said I wanted boba, so we went to Tpumps and everything was ok again.

UNTIL FUCKING TPUMPS FUCKED UP MY DRINK.

IF I'M PAYING FUCKING $3.45 FOR A FUCKING DRINK WITH EXTRA TAPIOCA, I EXPECT MY DRINK TO BE FULL, NOT 3/4s FULL, YOU FUCKTARDS.

AND BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T CLEAN AND CAP THE DRINK PROPERLY, IT KEPT LEAKING ALL OVER ME.

THE ONLY THING THAT SHOULD BE LEAKING IS ME, AND I STILL HAVE TWO DAYS TILL THEN!!!!