jodirae

i miss venice. i live in san diego now. i lose my keys pretty much every day. sometimes i go to work on time... and now i hardly have time for yoga. my soul is going to shit. i like aging, the beach, miles, october, the summer, dreams(even the really scairy ones), my feet stepped on (im serious try it. lay on your stomach and have someone step on your bare feet with their bare feet), several glasses of wine, the warm feeling in my cheekies when its kinda cold out and im drinking wine. music, beans, bongos, body bongos(im getting pretty good at them), coffee kinda obsessing over white chocolate and chai lattes(they are in season), home.... all of my favorite things are broken or lost. but its okay because it only adds character but in the case that things are lost... it just makes the losing experience more glorious when i finally find it.