Sara Eleri Powell shot by Kate Bellm—
Hit it and quit it. Apparently the approach I took to viewing The Creators Project. Upside being I was able to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and sing along. Not far behind the low point followed in the manner of watching James Murphy perform…with an absent mind. Not to mention I managed to rack up a $200 cab ride home. C’est la vie twas a night for the books.—
The view from my new rooftop. Oh to be young and free. It’s a bit overwhelming how great it all is. These past few days have been full of growth n new friends. Pushed myself to not be a pussy, resulting in me going to bars, concerts, parks, shopping solo mission style. It’s been liberating and a damn good time. I’ve been here jus shy of a week, yet substantial progress has taken place. I have two jobs, made a handful of new friends, and am happier than I’ve been in some time.
Feels like I took a fucking huge gulp of life. Riding this high like a backwards cowgirl yo. Cheers!
I ate two raw eggs this weekend. One was a quail egg in a saki shot, the other to prove I’m a badass in a drunken state which reaped no rewards outside of gaining a coveted title. Too many unnecessary calories is all I could think the next morning.
Regardless of possible salmonella poisoning, this mini road trip was an outright success. Road bikes along West Cliff whilst sunset gazing, experienced the 100 saki bomb extravaganza @ Mobo, and found a beach front property in San Francisco that I’ll be occupying next week as my new humble abode. FUCK YEAH occupy SF 2012.
The universe is good.
I’ve had that discman for dayzzzz. I call her mellow yellow. She has showed me some amazing times. My old car didn’t have a cd player and I’m not a fan of the radio so I had one of those tape-deck thingys that plug into the tape player.
I’ve split coffee on mellow yellow, I’ve melted ice cream on her, I’ve put her in my sports bra and taken her for a run and she’s still playin the tunes skip free. Whata fuckin’ trooper.