The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.
Life in Duarte is soo different from life in Davis. Specifically life at home. I consider this house my default home. It's a place where I can fall back and live a settling life. But it's not my real home- the home I was meant to live in for life. Davis wasn't really my home eithre. Some people are without country... I'm without home. I'm still trying to find the place where I fit in and I know that where Duarte was my old life, Davis is the transitional point to my new life.. wherever that may be.
So I come home and my house was in shambles. I started off my summer vacation with 2 days of late spring/early summer cleaning... and it wasn't even fun cleaning! There's all this crap in my closet and spiders under my bed and dust swarms in the air. I can't live like this.
I'm scared of my apt next year... I'm gonna be cleaning like obsessive-complusive.
oop... [on the phone]
So ok, i've lost my train of thought... hey, did you know that Los Angeles' full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula"!
eenteresting.
~Benjamin 6/23/2004 12:51:00 PM