Crock

I have to say that I hate Crocs. When, I ask you did it become OK to wear gardener's shoes out anywhere but your yard? Please someone tell me why people are wearing these awful, awful shoes. I see them everywhere in different colors and they may be the ugliest shoes I have ever seen. I wouldn't wear these to a hog fight yet they are ALL over the place, on adults and now poor kids with no say are having these hideous shoes thrust upon their feet by their parents; It is just plain mean.



I cant believe that the fashion industry is inflicting these awful shoes on unsuspecting no fashion sense people who are donning these Crocs with a pair of sweats. What you are saying to the world at large people is "I give up" sweats and Crocs are my new statement of I no longer care I am wearing lounge wear every day, to the grocery store, to the movies, and to clubs. Its just really sad. Why did people assume these were 'going out' shoes just because they sell them at Whole Foods market. Let me tell all the Neo-hippies out there this fun fact Plastic will never be organic. So as you slip your foot into a croc think about the 6 year old pouring the brightly colored plastic into the mold of your croc and breathing in all the highly toxic fumes and just remember your contributing to yet another disaster that wont biodegrade. Hippies

Mark twain

"We have pacified some thousands of the islanders and buried them; destroyed their fields; burned their villages, and turned their widows and orphans out-of-doors; furnished heartbreak by exile to some dozens of disagreeable patriots; subjugated the remaining 10 millions by Benevolent Assimilation, which is the pious new name of the musket. And so, by these Providences of God -- and the phrase is the government's, not mine -- we are a World Power.”

Love is a reciprocal torture.
Marcel Proust

Best idea I've seen

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saying goodbye...

I am saying goodbye to all the boys from before, the Tahoe boys the peter pan boys of my twenties and moving into a whole new agenda. Anew with no boys only great friends and monkish type behavior. I decided that I am the only person I should date or take to dinner, shows, museums, and all other activities that invoke coupledumb. Its summer and I should be enjoying. Not wondering. So good bye boys of before all exes and near misses, and one nights, and the ones you laugh about sleeping with. I'm breaking up with relationships that involve any notion of romance. Romance is dead. I live now for the prospect of movies and shows, fun plays, concerts, art, and most of all for me. No more of the wondering, waiting, over analyzing. I only attract guys who don't want to be with me. Therefore I will only allow myself the opportunity to attract guys who are gay and would love to hang out but we'll never ruin our friendship because they are completely freaked out by Vagina. Simple.

Some day I will write....again

When the world has gone black and the devils on your back. There's no where to turn and worlds are going to burn and the sun is gone and the moon shines on and everything is dark and people walk with their shoes inside out and that place that was once happy is now sad. when you live in a world f hypocrisy and you cant find your democracy and that title that was given seems to have lost its meaning and that pat on the back seems like a knife in your side and the world you once saw has lost its draw and the place that you live isnt a place after all. The illusion you seek only makes you weak. On the day you were born you were given a decision and you lost your way through the sickness and decay. Can you come out on top when your down at the bottom. does your body go on when your mind has forgotten. Do you feel the speed of a generation of greed can you fill the holes that pollute your soul. did you become blind in your quest for perfection or did just question your reasons for discretion. And as you sit do you wish you were once where you were when you had just begun. Can your mind handle the tradegy of living that calamity. do you rush rush till its all a bust did you steal the wheel to turn the tide of your infinite demise or did you finally get what was wrong and not right. Today my friends is the day of light. refresh the mind embrace your soul see the toll your body has taken to find the foresaken. can you relate to a world held hostage by hate or do you just sit and wait till its staring at you from your dinner plate. When does it end your apathy when your only care is geography. do you believe with the believers, the changers, the thinkers, the seers, the doers, not the takers, the shakers, the money makers. embrace the poets, the writers, artists, the music, and feel the revolution of a world asleep and a nation under a spell of destruction and hate dont lie down with a dog to wake up with fleas. Dont roll over till its up to your knees. patience is a virtue but apathy is a trait. So wake up to a notion that you drank some strange potion your asleep at the wheel with the devil driving and his shape may fool you he could be a politcian just dont give in to that rendition and turn to watch the light come on and the hour still and that is all I can say about letting the wrongers be right.

Maybe my mom was right?

When I was sixteen my mother gave the strangest advice of my life. She said to me "Fawne, men are like trains...one comes in to your life and as soon as they leave another one comes into the station. So dont worry about boys, there 's always one waiting around the corner." I always thought that was depressing and completely bizzarre.

My mom might for once be right... they sure tend to come and go. I think it might be a fairly hopeful idea to me almost a sense of comfort. Its a little depressing to think that they(men) are that replaceable, but its kind of refreshing too. I like the train station...

San Francisco 2 month recap

So this is my effort to be a true blogger and start writing more frequently. So for catch up purposes I live in San Francisco now this will be my second month here. I live three blocks from Ben and Jerry's @ Haight/Ashbury. On the Panhandle;Oak St. In a four flat apartment building, I live on the third floor with two flatmates both east coasters who have lived here for a while.

Jon is banker downtown for Wells Fargo. Super nice and fun burning man dude who loves to dine and cook a true foodie. He introduced me to this killer burrito place around the block from our house called Balazo, where we saw a gay couple totally making out in line in front of us. Emo boys freak me out. I don't mind the making out or the gayness,I could honestly care less but, in a line for food its just weird gay or straight. Have some class and dry hump in a parking lot or just away from hungry people who need beans not in a crowded burrito place.

Adam is the other flatmate he is involved in some type of Internet start up. He saved my cell phone from near extinction during Bay to breakers when it fell out of bra and narrowly escaped being crushed by a viking float. He's a surfer guy, and really active. We share a bathroom and hes not gross so that's good. Although I think he might be cheap because he squeezed the life out of his toothpaste I swear like four weeks ago but yet still manages to use the same tube...so bizarre. I just want to throw it away.

I am going to post pictures of my place soon.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone

Today I thought about the most important things to me. I am fortunate that the top of my list is my friends. I am blessed, most people can count good friends on one hand. I have to take off my shoes to count all of mine. I realized that the most important thing in life, is people and mostly the people you love that love you. MY friends called me and texts me all day and told me how they loved me sent me jokes and I spent a great day with a great friend and we drank wine walked on the beach ate food and laughed about the way we are; and realized that we are lucky to be here and life is good and rich and full of good times. I drank a few glasses of wine made enough food to feed an army ate a small armies rations and now sit here at the nearing end of a day wondering how I got so damn lucky.