Brains!

The weather today reminds me of more high latitudes. Why didn't I turn north on the 101 instead of south when I was leaving Jordan's house? I could have driven right on up, and be guaranteed a green landscape in every direction. In California, you only get that short window of bright green for a couple weeks after a hard rain. Then its gone, and you forget that the brown and gray scenery ever had beautiful qualities.

Why is writing a Valentines letter to my sweetheart so damn hard? Everything I say, I laugh at. It never used to be like this. Oh how things change. It's not that I don't feel everything, it's that my approach is so different. It's not that he doesn't deserve the words, its that they seem cheesy, cliche and almost childish. Exercising my creative love muscle is hard! Does that mean I'm a bad lover, it's so weak because it's under used?

I love looking over at the box of beer Jordan bottled last week. The caps are so silvery and shiny, and the neat rows appeal to my anal retentive nature. I'm so glad that it's only ridiculously 'hoppy' and not horrific, pretty damn good for a first time home brew. I guess I could add that to my love letter?

Dear Jordan, you're hoppy beer makes me feel warm and gooey inside. I'm so proud of you for doing what you always do when you want to do something, and that is actually doing it.

Okay, joking joking, the letter writing problems aren't that bad, and that last sentence doesn't even make sense. In other news, Yelp continues to pay off. I had written a review about the last hair cut I got at a place in Venice. Unfortuneately I accidently undertipped my stylist, and so in the review I wrote how great she was, but that I was embarrassed to go back there. Just this morning, I get a "compliment" from her, stating that she didn't notice and that I should come back in for a discounted cut soon! Ahhh the rewards of yelp.

Okay enough of this nonse, I need to get back to transcribing away.