Jimbo!

My boyfriend and I had a little dinner at my house for one of my favorite people, my friend Jimbo!  I wrote about him here.  I made vegan (Jim is vegan) nachos with fresh pico de gallo and we had our canned homemade hot sauce from last summer's peppers from our little garden. 

We just chatted about life and Jim is extremely well read, lives like a monk, has an incredible laugh and is just fun.  He makes me think about life a lot differently and easier and sillier after I talk to him.

We talked about astrology and he informed me he has the same birthday as Whoopi Goldberg.

But really check out that documentary, its great.    

Today and Tomorrow

I'm packing and moving!  To like 3 miles down the road right on the river and it's so exciting.  But its all been a bit dramatic and tiresome getting to this point.  So, me and my dad always fight and get annoyed by each other and I was living on his property in a mobile home.  As cute as I decorate it and want to love it here, it is just difficult dealing with my dad's control issues and the role I play in this father/daughter war.  It will be good once I move out.  He has been nice in helping me out and its time to move on!!!  I also don't really like living by myself and am really excited to have a girl roommate who I adore and is the cutest girl ever!  Its my friend Heather who I visited on the Eastcoast and had my Philly/NYC adventures with.  We are excited and she's already moved in to our new pad.  We are gonna be two peas in a pod like this: 

maybe not quite like that... but happy roommates!

I ran errands today with my guy and then came home went for a run (I'm so out of shape that it's dumb and I felt like I was gonna die and throw up!) and now I'm drinking yerba mate the bottled Guayaki "pure empower mint" so I can pack and clean for a few hours.  I'm wearing my bikini top because I want it to be hot and not gloomy.  Weird weather patterns are freaking me out.  

Should I cut my bangs?  I think I'm growing them out?

He was once a little, fat baby.

Jordan and I are back together.  But this is not about that.  This is about moving to Portland and having culture shock.  This is about being lonely and 20 and listening to Sparklehorse everyday on my rainy, bus ride to my shitty, weird job.  This is about the nostalgic bond that is created through time and music and emotions.  I consider Mark Linkous a true and dear friend.  I am sad he committed suicide.  I will miss new creations.  I will always listen to his albums with love.

Filled with Crystal Light

Apparently I am glowing. My friends tell me this. I feel alive again and ready for an adventure. I am intentioning (that's a word I don't care) and inviting in all the good things in life. Anything else I don't care about. FUCK IT. Unless I feel like wallowing and then I'll do that! But not today. So many things have made me stoked lately.

My good friend Jim

I saw my friend Jim today. I work at a coffee shop and he is one of my favorite customers of all time. It is his kind that make me stoked to have my job. He gets dark roast coffee and puts soymilk, chocolate powder, cinnamon, nutmeg and hot sauce in it. He's almost 60 I guess, and is a river guide with dreads. He is one of the people documented in the documentary, The Same River Twice. However, I didn't know that as I put it in the DVD player a few years ago. I recognized his 28 year old self right away by his familiar laugh. The documentary is amazing, check it out. It makes me want to be twenty something in the 70s or make a documentary of my friends.