have a lot of things in my head. i think its the time. suddenly no deadlines, no craziness. my head can't let it go. 

i went to a bar called the Shangri-La, which was fantastic. Highly recommended. Had a few drinks, took up to the outside patio and there was that breeze thats neither hot nor cold. It reminded me of being 7 years old, sitting on the trunk of my mom's car with my brother and we'd make up stories about the constellations. I used to wear oversized t-shirts as pjs. 

This saturday I'd like took take a tour through the eastside bars. rio ritas, shangri-la, the scoot, the long branch. let it all go. you reading this? then you're invited. don't expect the best, most intelligent version of me though, i haven't let go in quite a while and i don't plan on driving anywhere or being president. oh, and we're following the next morning at moonshine for a painful brunch.

my parents came this weekend for my graduation. they looked so frail. maybe thats what's getting to me. i can't understand why life does this. the second that i'm able to take them away, take them to new places is the same time their legs tire out, their bones hurt. its unfair. its bullshit.