random

the danger of journals and the sort isn't the secrets and emotions they envelop, it's the context they are taken out of.

(personally speaking i don’t volunteer, but if asked about something I'm usually an open book. aside of course from this blog, but this is unlike my journal in that it’s anonymous and hence inapplicable to the above observation.)

home this time next week for my sister's wedding. She will be gorgeous as ever. will be a whirlwind weekend but refreshing nonetheless to be surrounded by so much comforting familiarity. cheers to looking forward and warm nights on the Atlantic.

the point of this post is to make you jealous, then gross you out

well i've officially found the local nude beach (how very california is that?) i was riding my beach cruiser (i.e. my shinny new periwinkle bicycle) along the cliffs overlooking the pacific (my street) when i saw a few fat, very naked, old blobs standing knee deep in the ocean (its quite cold too!) i did a double take but thought it better not to stare. today, while on the same route, my suspicions were confirmed. why aren't nude beaches full of all the fit folks? why is it everyone oversized and 'reclaiming their bodies' at age 55 with mondo rolls? why not show respect for ones body by hitting the gym once or twice before heading out in broad daylight flaunting all your business? don't get me wrong there's nothing shameful about the human form, and i know people come in all shapes and sizes, but the irony is that the only people on that nude beach were massively out of shape. at 22 and 110 lbs I would pick a place a bit more secluded, but eh only in california.