The Yellow Deli

How is it that I have lived most of my life in San Diego and still know close to nothing about it? Today's exciting venture: The Yellow Deli. Granted this place has only been open for two years, but it was the area around it that I have never seen before. Right off the Vista Village Dr. exit, where the Krikorian Theater is, among other shops, there is this quaint peaceful hippie little area where this deli sits next to a small thrift store and a beading/fabric store that I also need to add to the list of future ventures. (The only time I remember going on Vista Village Drive was to visit Oscar at his "summer camp" aka jail.)

The only description I could think of is "Harry Potter meets Woodstock." Online, Christine found a Lord of the Rings reference that she thought was funny, which I am sure it is, but I have not seen the films.

This place is open Sunday afternoon all the way to Friday at 3pm, all 24 hours. So that is exciting. The food is all home made and they use fresh produce and all that junk. The drinks they also make themselves. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE THEY MADE THEMSELVES? THE ENTIRE BUILDING!! All the chairs, the wood, the steel!! I am in awe. When I looked at the menu, my mind immediately went to Charlavail because it looks like something she would enjoy. They only have about 8 locations, two of which are in California -- and the California locations are in Vista and Valley Center! Take that LA and San Francisco! Hesse and I have a friend-date there soon.

Christine has an iPhone now so I get to instagram on the go heh heh heh.

nueve meses

In the amount of time it takes for new life to begin, I'm still trying to forget the one that existed before this. The one I knew every day for three years. And all the miles and seconds in the world that pass by can't erase each now meaningless memory. Truth be told I found a home in you, and perhaps I should be grateful for that. I read a novel about a girl in hell who said her handicap was thinking. Well, then I suppose mine is feeling.

I think I've been fooling myself by saying it hasn't gotten easier. It obviously has. Some days I forget it ever happened. But then there are those days. Those days like today where the universe decides it is time to relive it, and remember each instance that brought me to where I am today. I can picture every last memory that I wish I never had, and it consumes me so much sometimes that it gets hard to breathe.

And then I get a butt-dial and I am so entirely grateful that I can forget for only a moment that I was ever hurt.

(It is freezing. I ate soup earlier. I burnt my tongue. Soup is so delicious.)
(Some of the most foul things I've ever heard have come from my stepdad's mouth when he's playing Madden alone in his upstairs bedroom.)

but really, when do i ever sleep?

digital spam

Escondido Fair:

Part of me likes the larger version of this picture. But hello there, smog.

Balloon fun

I also like the larger size of this picture.

No comment.

Minus the Bear:

In the larger version you are able to see more colors!

Do you see all these colors? Seww mennnyyy kuleurzzzz!~






It stops being fun the moment it starts becoming real. And all you're left with is yourself.

Gnome

This is the only picture I have access to of said Halloween costume since I did not (surprisingly) take pictures. So it looks awful. Because I wore my regular clothes. With a felt hat. And a "Strudel Beard" from Spirit Halloween store.

I don't even like this picture!

Minus The Bear - mobile edition

Saux menny kuleurzzz!~

Sometimes I hate shows, concerts, events involving large crowds (with or without assigned seating) because you tend to forget that most people in the world are not 4'9 1/2" and so I spend either a lot of time dodging head shadows or on tippy toes.
Also it irks me when I see couples at shows. Not because I'm jealous, at all, by any means, but because, I mean how can you enjoy a show, with the room being as hot as it is already, with someone hanging onto you the entire time? It baffles me. Extra body heat, no thank you! I remember I went to a show with Julian once, and, no. Just, no. Anyway, Julian who? right? (Plus I think I am a lot more sensitive to heat because I hate the heat but I lovessss the cold.)
I so0o0o0o0o0oooooo0000o0o enjoyed dancing by myself! How do people stand so stiff the entire time? Head knods and feet tapping, they just don't do the whole ~concert experience~ any justice.

So on a scale of 1-10, how obnoxious do I find myself right now?

Dear Cold that I currently have since all Hallow's Eve,
Beat it.
xx