can’t get myself together for tomorrow.
i did come to the decision to drop out of this wedding (for a myriad of reasons besides the initial). it ate — and still eats — me up, a moral decision that’s a catch 22 whichever way you put it. i stand, i’m supporting a violent nightmare i can’t even fathom sometimes. i walk away i’m the bitch who drops out of a friends wedding a month before her wedding and abandoning her as a friend altogether. it’s reassuring the maid of honor has since dropped, but it doesn’t change the guilt that comes with standing my ground.
(via thejordanator) the i never thought friday would ever get here edition.
taking a last minute quick trip back to SF for 2 1/2 days. my agenda is already kinda tight but i wanted to search out some other things to add onto the list and found this list. irkifying example above in #5: they are people, y’all. not a spectacle. and shouldn’t belong on a check-off to-do list like it’s a museum or view of the city. maybe adding this was well-intended to bring attention to how accepting the culture is there, but the more you treat it like a singled-out event the more the separation never goes away. know better, timeout sf.
sometimes the truth don’t rhyme.
sometimes the lies get millions of views.
.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.
from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, gawks at/writes about chefs and food ish part-time, working to get to that officialized wine graduation without the expected snooty acumen, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.