come, take a walking-trip through happiness.

days like today make me feel so wonderful that i question if i will ever feel unhappy again at any point in the rest of my life. seventy degrees outside and sunny, i’m about to quit my job so i can drive around and listen to moby grape for the rest of the day. i just had sushi and a pretzel roll for lunch and four weeks from today i will be leaving for new zealand and in six weeks i will be getting hugs from one of my favorite australians ever and wandering the streets of sydney in a daze after eating too many meat pies and cadbury flake bars. i can’t say more, i’m feeling too good.

thank god the earth’s axis is finally starting to tilt. this weekend was really no different than any other but it felt like it ruled so hard because we had nonstop sun and 65 degree temperatures. even getting a new giant crack in my windshield couldn’t totally ruin my mood. lesson #1: i should probably not be allowed to own or even operate a car. maybe i should get a vespa like xan when we go to champaign, those things don’t have windows that can be broken. lesson #2: do not ever go to kuma’s on a saturday night. they told us they wait was an hour so we just went back to erin’s apartment but we had to wait another half hour even after that. i think the hostess girl knew how hungry we were and probably really enjoyed seeing erin writhing in pain on the sidewalk clutching her stomach exclaiming, I FEEL LIKE I AM IN A CONCENTRATION CAMP. we were thisclose to leaving and going to popeye’s instead but then once we finished our burgers (goblin cock for erin, burger of the month for me: the electric wizard) and calamari we agreed that chicken and biscuits would not have been as good.

lesson #3: i need to start bring my good camera with me everywhere because on the drive home we were sitting at a stoplight on sacramento and wellington (right under the kennedy) and erin was like, ‘what the hell is that?’, pointing to a bunch of figures illuminated in someone’s front window. we turned and once we got in front of the house we saw that it was a LIFE SIZE JESUS ON CRUTCHES STATUE:

this is the best shot i could get with my crappy camera. seriously, we are riding bikes up here next time so we can see this shit in the glory of daylight. this thing should be the fullterton virgin mary for 2k8. lesson #4: i should always wear my blue and yellow striped cardigan because two people told me they liked it and that is really all the praise i need. shit, i looked totally disheveled and adorable on saturday and probably should have gone out but instead opted to stay in and force luke to read us articles from cosmo about herpes in a really funny nasally voice, which made us all laugh so hard we started crying. the world will have to wait for another weekend to see my old man cardigan and star shaped hair clips. i think this summer’s steeze will be all about dressing like i did when i was sixteen.

so last night i went to see ray davies and, as i expected, it just cemented the mad love i already have for the geezer. he has these skinny ass legs and does little jumps all around stage but he is really into getting the crowd to clap and sing along which for some reason i hate (i bet b. brecht would feel me on this), i mean i paid money to see HIM sing, not a bunch of idiots in the audience. speaking of idiots, the couple sitting in front of us were so fucking irritating, when they first sat down the woman was obviously a leeetle drunk and was stumbling all over the place which at first was funny, but once the show began they started dancing, or making the most hideous body movements a human is capable of making that might be considered ‘dancing’. the guy kept grabbing the woman’s ass, i warned dave that i might projectile vomit all over them if the groping didn’ cease. i realized that i really hate to see other people enjoying themselves, my disgust starts to consume me and i am completely unable to even try and make myself have a good time. these idiots sat there bored to death while he played his new solo material, but then once he started ‘come dancing’ (ugh) they flooded the aisles. i have a button on my bag that says ‘god save the kinks’ and on the train home afterwards, some guy was pointing it out to his son and daughter (who were probably around my age) and the son turned to me and said, ‘what does that mean?’ and then i realized that there are people in the world who don’t even know who the fucking kinks are!

at some point during the show ray made a comment about how later the band were going to a bar called ‘the empty ….something’ and i was like oh my god dave the empty bottle, we should probably go there so i can propose marriage to him, or maybe force him to since a few bars of ‘young and innocent days’. then i started thinking, if i ever met ray davies i would probably say something like, ‘you should listen to this record called hourly, daily.’ basically because i think of ray as the british tim rogers, and also because it is my personal life mission to try and turn everyone i encounter into you am i fans (so far, not going so well). i have such a serious disorder. i have a bruise on my forearm (probably from walking into a doorframe, i have no idea) and this morning my boss grabbed my arm and said, ‘so ray davies was just a rough one night stand, huh?’

dude, i so would’ve.