I fucked up today.

I left a strawberry on Matt's wood block countertop. While at work, overnight, whatever, it decayed. Then strawberry blood soaked into his wood countertop. Now there is an emerald strawberry stain on that beautiful wood.

You can't take me anywhere. I swear.






In other news. Saw friends in atwater as I attempted to run last night. I love how the place where I live is the type of neighborhood where you run into people you know. Comforting, it is. Yet in a big city. Although Los Angeles is a strange sort of city, a congealed mess of neighborhoods. I swear. Depending on which neighborhood you live in it's a whole new world.



LA Festival of books this weekend! I'm excited. Mmm. Books.