I Said: A Queen Leads Them All

And I meant that.

Tonight I'm reminiscing, because I'm staying in Santa Monica next week during a shoot for work. It's kind of a big deal and I begged and pleaded and it's really a blessing that I get to go, but so crazy to be back there again. Three years later. When so much went down the last time I stayed there.

I didn't pick the hotel, mind you, the lady producing the photo shoot did. And it's near the studio and everything. But all of that white and green and that endless ocean...

The only thing different this time aside from the lack of boy is that I've got hot pink luggage. It's lo-budget but I've stenciled my monogram on it, so it's *frashe*.

Hot tonight. In San Francisco even. Right now. Warm like summertime somewhere landlocked. Just still and warm.

I went to Il Pirata earlier on a dutch-date/errand, and found myself explaining to a boy my whole philosophy on boys, if you could call it that. And halfway through it I realized maybe I don't believe any of that shit any more. Thinking maybe it does not pay to act like I believe in anything, when so much is up for grabs and so many things are proving to be false.

But then I finished my bottled water, copped a sack, and headed back home in time to grab a taco off a truck and pop some popcorn, plus roll a spliff. Before anything ridiculous and out of character could jump off. I know my limits.

And now. I'm going to bed.

I'm waiting for something truly magical to happen.

Aren't you too?