Chipper as a chipmunk
Rod -
What a beautiful day outside! This is why I love Los Angeles - its freakin November, and its sunny and beautiful outside. Rod, you simply must come visit L.A. if you haven't already - preferably when it's freezing and miserable wherever you live.
Today I went to Venice beach to chill and reflect, to gather my thoughts and refresh my spirit. It brought back a lot of memories! If you've never been to Venice beach, the first thing you're struck by is the odd, eclectic mix of people you see. There's the yuppie couples with khakis and sweaters tied around their necks. There's the meatheads with the wifebeaters and shaved heads, walking their pitbulls (whoever has more pitbulls is tougher, and therefore wins at life) - once I honestly saw a guy walking three pitbulls! Three! Imagine how tough that guy must be??? Him and his pitbulls could probably maul like 50 kids in an hour, easy. Then you have the punk-emo kid with the nose rings and black ensembles, the mexican families with the cowboy hats and boots and little tykes running about, the crazy homeless with their cups jangling and beards full of food, the crazy artists with their sidewalk setups, wearing hippie clothes and shouting about Bush and Jesus and love and war. The college to post-college dog walkers with their shell necklaces, frisbees, birkenstock sandels and weed. The teenieboppers with their booty shorts and skateboards, hanging around in loud, awkward groups. The hot bikini chick holding hands with the hot shirtless guy, both coming from tanning and on their way to the spa. The rollerbladers and bikeriders, walkers and joggers, trying to "exercise on the beach" because of guilt or quota or their hot date or their new diet. The Hare Krishna (which are my favorite) - with their brightly flowing robes and their tamborines, big groups of them just singing and dancing, and everybody else stops what they're doing (even the crazy schizophrenic homeless guys) and watches them. Sometimes people even join in. I don't know what they stand for, but it must be fun! Finally you have the gaggles of tourists, with their cameras and shorts and Walmart flip flops, holding their kids tightly by the hand and watching everything with a mixture of trepidation and amazement.
I try to figure out where I fit into this diverse crowd - I kinda just want to be that mysterious girl sitting there alone, kinda invisible, kinda aloof, that nobody really knows and nobody really comes up to. They just ignore her and instead focus on trying to better fit into the mold they've adopted, wrapping their sweaters tighter around their necks, or staring down a guy with another pitbull. She just sits by herself, silently watching everyone all day, close to no one but comfortable where she is, simply enjoying the sunshine. It's kinda like the way I've lived my entire life.
Love,
Em
What a beautiful day outside! This is why I love Los Angeles - its freakin November, and its sunny and beautiful outside. Rod, you simply must come visit L.A. if you haven't already - preferably when it's freezing and miserable wherever you live.
Today I went to Venice beach to chill and reflect, to gather my thoughts and refresh my spirit. It brought back a lot of memories! If you've never been to Venice beach, the first thing you're struck by is the odd, eclectic mix of people you see. There's the yuppie couples with khakis and sweaters tied around their necks. There's the meatheads with the wifebeaters and shaved heads, walking their pitbulls (whoever has more pitbulls is tougher, and therefore wins at life) - once I honestly saw a guy walking three pitbulls! Three! Imagine how tough that guy must be??? Him and his pitbulls could probably maul like 50 kids in an hour, easy. Then you have the punk-emo kid with the nose rings and black ensembles, the mexican families with the cowboy hats and boots and little tykes running about, the crazy homeless with their cups jangling and beards full of food, the crazy artists with their sidewalk setups, wearing hippie clothes and shouting about Bush and Jesus and love and war. The college to post-college dog walkers with their shell necklaces, frisbees, birkenstock sandels and weed. The teenieboppers with their booty shorts and skateboards, hanging around in loud, awkward groups. The hot bikini chick holding hands with the hot shirtless guy, both coming from tanning and on their way to the spa. The rollerbladers and bikeriders, walkers and joggers, trying to "exercise on the beach" because of guilt or quota or their hot date or their new diet. The Hare Krishna (which are my favorite) - with their brightly flowing robes and their tamborines, big groups of them just singing and dancing, and everybody else stops what they're doing (even the crazy schizophrenic homeless guys) and watches them. Sometimes people even join in. I don't know what they stand for, but it must be fun! Finally you have the gaggles of tourists, with their cameras and shorts and Walmart flip flops, holding their kids tightly by the hand and watching everything with a mixture of trepidation and amazement.
I try to figure out where I fit into this diverse crowd - I kinda just want to be that mysterious girl sitting there alone, kinda invisible, kinda aloof, that nobody really knows and nobody really comes up to. They just ignore her and instead focus on trying to better fit into the mold they've adopted, wrapping their sweaters tighter around their necks, or staring down a guy with another pitbull. She just sits by herself, silently watching everyone all day, close to no one but comfortable where she is, simply enjoying the sunshine. It's kinda like the way I've lived my entire life.
Love,
Em
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