parallel.

I had a dream last night that some ghost from my past and I were traveling through space and time, leaving each other cryptic notes in unexpected places about where and when to meet. It was a good dream.

I always forget how much I love David Bowie.



Also, these are the super cute shades I got yesterday:



And while I'm at it, because I've never been so successful at the thrift store, the navy blazer I got:

succulent.

daydreaming.

Small islands in the south Pacific are absurdly expensive to get to, but I am dying to go to Moorea. It's been voted the most beautiful island in the world by people that ought to know.

Mysterious 'Dark Flow' May Be Tug of Other Universe: Discovery News

the spoils.

Everybody loves her lately. I get it. This album is pretty great. She's only 20. Blows my mind.

Also, I had an epic adventure today. I went to see Spike this afternoon. It is a gross understatement to simply call him my favorite professor. I don't know that anyone else has had such a profound effect on my beliefs and my goals. The man is brilliant and funny and just absolutely lovely. He was guest lecturing on Levi-Strauss in Mika's class today. It made me realize how much I miss school. I had been thinking for months now about asking him if he'd be willing to write me a letter of recommendation at some point in the future when I'm ready to apply to graduate programs. More than anything, I was just stoked to chat with him. I know it sounds trite, but I always felt like he and I had a bond. He used to say that I was somehow capable of reading his mind because I would answer questions just before he asked them. Anyway, I was trying so hard to play it cool and just chat about my plans and his work when he said, totally unprompted, that if I ever needed a letter, he'd be more than happy to write one for me. It made me want to jump up and down. I love him.

Then! Mika and I hit up the thrift store, and I scored a little black leather jacket, a navy blazer with gold buttons, a red and white striped henley, an adorable sweater, some radical crocheted vest-type thing, and some lavender wayfarer-looking sunglasses. All for $20! Today was my day. I think the universe is starting to pay me back for the past three months of total hell. And it's only up from here.

broken English, perfectly spoken.

old favorite:


new favorite:


Also, Annie and I ate at the Taco Bus tonight:



We had a blast. I am going to miss this place and my dear Annie. She told me that she caught one of her students crying in class the other day so she asked her afterward if she wanted to talk about it. The girl told her that she and her boyfriend "did something," and then he broke up with her. Anne tried to reassure her that it gets easier and men become more considerate as we get older. I had to laugh. Tell me when this is going to happen. I've been hearing about how men become less selfish, more thoughtful, et cetera for almost ten years now, but the men that I've been with in their late 20's and early 30's have yet to show any signs of this. I am more than happy being on my own, but I'm sick of letting men in and allowing them to fuck my shit up and then disappear. Seriously, love me or leave me alone.

soothsayer.