so

so i know there's hurricanes and dead chief justices and incompetent presidents and all, but i still can't help feeling so...
[the guy yesterday selling "free oakland" t-shirts in freezing sunny summer weather with so many colors and shouts and "do you see this?? this is adult abuse!!" the happy kind of blues, funnel cake smell, walking stopping every two feet to really look, marvel, smile. my camera doesn't hold enough pictures. who says oakland can't keep it down? i echo.
these are notes to myself, sorry for the public display, i guess. i'm not sure why i feel the need to. it's just that...
this is where i'm supposed to be, this is the way things are and the way things are is so good.
i'm in love.
i maybe want to transfer to berkeley (even though davis is so...).
i maybe want to live in the bay area for the rest of my life (but the weather is so...).
i maybe still love los angeles with 99% of my heart (there are more palm trees here than i remembered, so...).
but freezing san francisco with your trolleys and mission burritos and soft hairless cats and late night vesuvio talks (fermented soy bean ice cream) and precipitous hills (ho ho, chortled the cab driver in the embarcadero) and damn last ride at midnight BART (twenty-first century cinderella) and best people in the world!!!

i don't know, it's a convincing argument.]

happy.