"Maybe this world is another planet's Hell" -Huxley

My friends are all going insane. It's a full time babysitting job.
It's all I can do to not just yell at them.
I mean, it would probably actually help, I just care for them too much.

I have pretty much one good friend left, whom i've been with almost every single day for two weeks now (which i can't complain about what so ever, because he's a guy, so that has ah... benefits.) But it's taking a toll on my mentality a bit after being high for almost two weeks straight and now I have this INTENSE fear of zombies.
They are SO SCARY.

On a much much MUCH better note, it's been raining.
It NEVER rains in Los Angeles.
It makes me think of love and late nights and coffee and that fresh, classy, lovely smell of wet cement.









Also, may I say how incredibly excited I am to see this movie's counterpart, "New York, I Love You" this weekend?

I think tonight will be another foggy night of walking down the blvd and shopping in the rain. Maybe holing my self up in the bookstore or writing in starbucks.
It's reassuring to be able to hear the rain on the ceiling.
Nothing can put me to sleep like leaving the kitchen window open and hearing the water pour down onto the apartment stairs from the roof at night. It's so constant, so pretty.
I'm always going to be an east coast-ian.