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Home. Home is very important to me.
My home doesn't need to be large; even if I won the lottery I would not buy a huge home. But my home does need to feel comfortable and provide a nest where I can curl up on the couch or the floor of the shower or wherever I decide to curl, and feel at peace. In a larger sense, Southern California is my home, and I can't imagine leaving again. I'm not sayin' it'll never happen, but it would take a very special place and situation to get me to leave.
Hopkins High. Ooo... a double-H. Hopkins High School was where I spent three of the worst years of my life. I have extreme pity for anyone who has ever uttered the words "High school is the best time of your life". Blargh. I was an absolute wreck when I was a teenager, and the only things that kept me from self-destruction were my two good friends and the fact that I was too chickenshit to try drugs. Somehow even then, I knew that my life would eventually improve; I had a sense that there was something to live for, even if life sucked fierce ass at the time. Looking back, I've thought about changing the things I regret. I'm pretty happy with who I am, and while it'd be satisfying to go back and steer myself away from some of the truly idiotic things I did back then, I wouldn't want to change the way I turned out.
Horchata. Horchata is one of those things I see at the taco stands that scares me. That and tripe. I know horchata is basically rice milk (at least around here), but still... I can't bring myself to try it. Which says a lot, since I'll usually try just about anything at least once.
My home doesn't need to be large; even if I won the lottery I would not buy a huge home. But my home does need to feel comfortable and provide a nest where I can curl up on the couch or the floor of the shower or wherever I decide to curl, and feel at peace. In a larger sense, Southern California is my home, and I can't imagine leaving again. I'm not sayin' it'll never happen, but it would take a very special place and situation to get me to leave.Hopkins High. Ooo... a double-H. Hopkins High School was where I spent three of the worst years of my life. I have extreme pity for anyone who has ever uttered the words "High school is the best time of your life". Blargh. I was an absolute wreck when I was a teenager, and the only things that kept me from self-destruction were my two good friends and the fact that I was too chickenshit to try drugs. Somehow even then, I knew that my life would eventually improve; I had a sense that there was something to live for, even if life sucked fierce ass at the time. Looking back, I've thought about changing the things I regret. I'm pretty happy with who I am, and while it'd be satisfying to go back and steer myself away from some of the truly idiotic things I did back then, I wouldn't want to change the way I turned out.
Horchata. Horchata is one of those things I see at the taco stands that scares me. That and tripe. I know horchata is basically rice milk (at least around here), but still... I can't bring myself to try it. Which says a lot, since I'll usually try just about anything at least once.
posted by steve at 11:04 PM
4 Comments:
I have never heard of horchata, but I would never underestimate the importance of a comfortable home and an awesome couch.
horchata is not half bad! though it is kind of like drinking runny rice pudding. :) you'll have to have a sip of mine or ryan's next time we're at howdy's.
That is classic Steve detritus by your feet - blank discs, screwdriver and wires.
Horchata is kind of good...B nailed it on the head with "runny rice pudding." It's just sugary and starchy.
I almost said, Wow Steve! I didn't know you played guitar! Then I noticed the brightly colored buttons on said guitar ala Guitar Hero. Rock on brother.
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