poached.

Hey, so it has been a while since I've posted last. Last weekend I drove up to Yellowstone to see my cousin who I had not seen since I was 12. Amazing. I road raged against the bison. They are worse than pedestrians in Los Angeles.... Not only do they not look before they cross the road, but they take their sweet ass time getting across, whereas in LA everyone scurries from place to place because they have something important to do like checking their e-mail. Also, it is MAJORLY frowned upon to honk at a bison if it is taking too long to cross the road.... eeesh. whatever. It was a quick up and back drive. I got lost only once for a moment or two.... No, it was more like 7 miles. As I was crossing the Continental Divide I realized that I was not supposed to be crossing the Continental Divide. And I had no cell phone capabilities, and neither did my cousin, but randomly enough we both pulled off at the same service station hoping that the other one would too. So dig this nature vs. nurture: cousins who were born within 3 months of each other haven't seen each other for 12 year, both decide the same month to move to Wyoming, and then both decide to go to the same service station and arrive within 5 minutes of each other. Other similarities were there, but we're just going to leave at that for now.
Right now I am in Colorado Springs. I'm at the Broadmoor. It's swanky. I've decided that I really want a bathrobe to call my own. Thats what I want for my birthday. Preferably monogrammed with something awesome.... like a quote from Dickens or a picture of a flower. ha ha ha ha. wow, wow. I would wear that a lot, probably shamelessly in public. I would bring it to water events instead of a towel. I love being alive.
It's 83 degrees outside. I'm sitting next to a lake and there is a sweet cover band. I wish you were here.



I wish that I looked this awesome when I slept.
good night.