And the sun drips down like honey on our lady of the harbor

The emperor of ice-cream

I don't exactly know how to make the leap from all black everything to candy-coated but I am fucking down

Human league

Earlier this week I went to a job interview with mustard on my shoes from the street dog I'd drunkenly consumed on the walk home from the Short Stop the night before; it was washed away by the rain and then dried by the sun fifteen minutes later so by the time I'd reached the interview my shoes were fly and mustardless and that, you guys, is one of the many reasons why I fucking love Los Angeles.

Total anarchy: six months later

In 2011 I fell in love and moved away. It's hard to think about 2011 before that happened. I was with someone I didn't love and I was dissatisfied, not only with him, but with almost every aspect of my life. But, to borrow from Antwerp (again), "then came [June], and before I knew it, everything had changed."