||[Mar. 9th, 2007|09:03 pm]
Getting on the US-101 feels like coming home.
Weaving in and out of the evening traffic. Missing the exit.
Finding that your muscle memory takes over at old, familiar intersections.
Cars that look like cars, not the eyesore inducing SUVs and trucks like in Texas. Ugh. Texas.
Your old gym.
I feel like poetry, except I suck atrociously at it :)
I'm spending today, tomorrow and Sunday living out of my car and Starbucks in the day time, and crashing on friends' couches at night. This is awesome.