grungy

i want to sit down to read nietzsche and love it. i want to feel like, yes, this is exactly what i'm supposed to be doing. i'm so into this. instead, i don't read that shit at all. i think about doing twenty other things and sort of poke around at a few them. i finger them, you could say, just at the rim, never going too deep. i did go deep with my dessert though. today: beignets, pot de creme, and strawberry shortcake. yesterday: dulce de leche ice cream and a brownie. the best part is that i didn't pay for any of it. why is my neighborhood so quiet? and do i like it that way? maybe i'm becoming suburban. when i get off of bart at 16th and mission, i feel like running right back to the east bay where i can hear wind chimes and train whistles.