today

I wrote down the sentence

"I think I want to do this for sure"-quite credibly too. Ambivalence is my forte! maybe.

I ate a traditional open face bagel

at quite possibly the greatest little bagel joint in all the world. Ok, fine..it's maybe the 5th bagel joint I've ever eaten at, but it's been a recommendation that's stuck for 4 years now. If you ever crave a strangely pleasing mix of raw salmon, bagel, cream cheese, capers, tomatoes, onions, and cute older asian woman hospitality, then you're in for a treat.

I paid $50 for a cab ride from downtown san diego to la jolla

and met this cab driver from Iran who emigrated over here 1977. He claimed it was only supposed to be a 2 week vacation, but realized the escalating circumstances of his home country and made a snap decision to alter his life dramatically. After the revolution in 79' he disallowed himself from ever looking back. Instead, fully adapting to the culture of bar ridden America, the graying Iranian taxi driver was a bachelor on the prowl, devoting his life's entirety to club hopping and driving great lengths for his cause. In his hey day san diego was apparently drab city, and LA was his eden. What's crazy though, is this middle aged hedonist used to be this political science major back in Iran, with dreams of becoming some top notch diplomat. Not that there's anything wrong with cab drivers, but talk about drastic career change. (cue: Ambivalence is my forte! ..what a harbinger)

I got an email from my mom

with pictures of decapitated bodies and severed limbs . It was one of those cute chain letter emails her cohorts send with such conviction it's adorable. You know, those emails about a 6 times detached 2nd cousin being the victim of some altogether unsurprising "freak accident!!!". The ones with those cautionary headlines and over emphatic syntax, that you know had to have been from either teenybopper or a housewife. Well this one was about not text-ing while driving, and apparently looking like a bad B movie prop is the unavoidable consequence. I replied to her email with a list of webcomics she'd enjoy, and sfw-porn.com, with the headline "lighten up".

I bought material

for a dress I plan on making in the future. That is, after I finish the purse made out of jeans, the tshirt with quotes from walden, the sweater vest with plaid trimmings. Oh seamstress I am not, however it kind of goes to show how I need direction and focus. I borrowed 3 completely different books from the library today, and know I'll never make a significant dent in any of them. One of them seems real nifty though, it's about our society's obsession with grotesque images. Think goatse/twogirlsonecup shit, the book explores our fascination towards these things. But instead of those web-nasty things, it's more like murder being artistic, and why there's that societal perception.

I ditched work

so I could finish the unnecessarily over detailed, underwhelming post about my very not so compelling day. that's so me. I think I just miss my writing classes.