i try my best. i get out of bed every morning and let the light into my bedroom. i get ready for work, and then i bike or walk there. i work. work. work. work. work. and then i get to go home. and sometimes, i come home and collapse on the bed for a while. sometimes i come home and eat right away. sometimes i clean. sometimes i go to the gym. it all depends. and now it's the summer time and it's beautiful outside. today at work, i spent about five minutes just looking out the second story window. looking at the small and boring streets of alameda. but the streets really aren't so boring. they're full of all sorts of people. people from all over the bay area and all over california and all over the world. and to me, they don't even have a name...just a face. but to someone else, they are everything. to me, the girl with the brown hair waiting for the bus is just that...just a girl. but to someone else, maybe she is the reason for their existence. and the streets are full of people like that. and i don't know most of them.

oh jeez, look at me rambling. what did i just say anyway?



i'm going to michael's show tonight. a contorted smile is playing at roosters roadhouse for the millionth time. :]