migblog

the breeze keeps on blowing this scent from next door that smells like david's laundry. (david, whatever detergent you use, apparently these people use it too.) it's a little weird, since i associate that scent with david, but whatever. he's going to end up living on this side of town anyway, so it's like a southside preview of what david's laundry smells like.

i am so out of it, i'm writing about how the breeze smells like david's laundry.

it's been really nice weather-wise recently, despite the heat. after it rained at the beginning of the week it's as if the clouds decided to take a vacation and told the sun to piss on the bay area. lo and behold, it did just that. the campanile was basking in sun-piss as it shone majestically this afternoon.

i can't believe i just wrote the words "campanile" and "sun-piss" in the same sentence. (there, i did it again.)

something about tonight -- i guess it's the heat -- that's making me write and analyze self-referentially. the practice, one of its final episodes, is running in the background. there's a hum of the fan going on. the sound of traffic lazing around berkeley, i can hear through my window. someone's cooking something on this side of the apartment building. and the tenants next door just started blasting snoop dogg.

it has definitely been a long month, and i'm ready for it to be over.

at least the weather's nice. finals in three weeks.

yeesh.

posted by Open Source Food @ 10:33 PM