funny. the good days/down times of the job are so good they make you forget the 3% of the time shit goes down and you hate yourself for it. comes in waves, as they say.

new awesome thing I like to do

sit in the bath and watch a movie on the laptop, with the laptop on a barstool 

sit outside in the backyard on this 25degree day 

Taking a year off.

some nights I smell Guate again. I miss her..I miss my life there. I miss my village. some nights I think of the lake, the boats, the tortillas, the smell of charcoal. I miss the market. I miss the old American hippies, I miss the cat calls and my cheeky Chris Brown lookalike. That was 2008. It’s been 5 years.

I miss Guate..

it’s nice to keep certain things sacred - your likes, dislikes, what moves you..

that sense of mystery about a person - where’s that gone?