06-15-08 - 3

It's kind of weird to me, but I actually completely forget what makes me happy. The things I really enjoy just slip my mind and I don't do them. Recently I just remembered how much I love to just sit outside first thing in the morning while I drink my first cup of coffee. I like to feel the morning air, listen to the birds chirping, and read the stupid newspaper. I miss my house in SLO.

Sometimes on a nice day I sit out on the stoop in front of my building. It makes me feel like a real city dweller to sit on the stoop, and I can see the appeal; people walk by and you can say hi to your neighbors or people you know, flirt with girls, or just check out the freaks.

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