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Sunday. Busy Sunday Funday.

• Wake up

• Make breakfast

• Get bored, get ready.

• Think of where to go

• Grab coffee at Java Beach with Johnny (In full Ninja/Undercover Street Artist mode. Not really.)

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• Drink our Iced Chai and Mocha

• Walk up and down Judah just for fun

• Pass by Outsidelands, General Store, and Trouble Coffee

• Discover Trouble Coffee’s “Make your own Damn House: coffee, coconut, and cinnamon sugar slice combo.” and Instagram this sign of there’s:

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• Go home

• Make ribs

• Eat them

• Get a call from friends to hang out at North Beach

• Meet Marcello and Nai on Powell then head to North Beach

• Go to Delluva Winebar

• Drink two pitchers of Mimosas

• Go to Mojitos

• Listen to live music. The *something* Collective, a 13 person reggae band

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• Drink mojitos, watch people dance, oogle over the three cute babies in the crowd wearing ear muffs and dancing with their parents. So cute!

• Head to Nico’s Tacos

• Eat a fish taco – nom nom nom

• Instantly become addicted to their green hot sauce

• Have the hubby take a picture of me wearing a Luchador mask

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• Eat the rest of the hubby’s chips and carnitas burrito

• Head to north beach

• Walk into all the Fisherman’s Wharf art galleries: Dali, Picasso, Chagal, Keane, Miro, and Erte…

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• That’s a Chagall ^

• Head to Buena Vista Cafe where the first ever original Irish Coffee was born…Mine is decaf.

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• Head to Bob’s Donuts

• Eat a custard filled, crumbly crumb, and parts of an extremely fresh, straight from the fryer, to the glazer, to our plate, buttermilk donut.

• Fresh buttermilk donut has ruined me…I’ll never be able to look at another the same way again

• Go home

• Fall asleep in my makeup. Shouldn’t have done that. Third time this week. I’m ridiculous and my skin probably hates me more than ever

This is one of the most fun Sunday’s I’ve had in awhile and I’m so glad I was able to bullet it for 30DC. A kickback yet exciting Sunday was much needed since, not gonna lie, July and August were pretty shit-months. Hello September, You’re looking good!

A book I love. Just one? Really? I feel it would be a complete injustice to name only one. So I’m naming 3. Why not? I’ll make it short and sweet.

Survivor: Chuck Palahniuk

Anything by Palahniuk really. Mostly the ones earlier in his career. Survivor is the first of his that I read (back when I was 16, working in a bookstore, and reading everything I could get my hands on) and I was pretty much hooked on his work from there. He’s kind of become like this hipster-author now, which kind of bothers me, but it won’t stop me from recommending some of his work. Invisible Monsters is another favorite.

The Contortionist’s Handbook: Craig Clevenger

This book was epic. You know those books that are so compelling that it leaves you wishing there was more. This is one of those.

The Gargoyle: Andrew Davidson

This is a love story between a disfigured, burn-victim and an obsessive-compulsive, schizophrenic sculptor. It doesn’t end well, but it’s told beautifully.

Are you sensing a pattern here? I like books that are amazingly written, have gripping story lines, and really fucked up characters. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea but that’s okay. One of the best things about books is that there is something for all of us. But before you judge me on thinking I only like dark, twisted authors, you couldn’t be more wrong. I read everything from chic lit to self-help books. So there.

I feel strongly about people finding their passion. I think everyone should have one, one thing that they are unconditionally attracted to and intrigued by. It could be painting, singing, watching the stars during twilight…Something that they almost obsessively love. And I feel very strongly that people should stick to loving, creating, cultivating, and reaching that passion no matter how many people say that they cannot, shouldn’t, don’t like it, or think it’s wrong. (Unless, of course it’s something mentally unstable or harmful to others. Then you should seek help or go to jail.)

Stop thinking about what others want, what others think, what others would say. People should make time to pursue the things that they love and immerse themselves in that love like there’s no tomorrow.   I think that the world would be a happier place if everyone just realized that the only person that can make us happy is ourselves and, amidst all the hustle and bustle of every day life, we all really need to just start allowing ourselves to be happy and enjoy the things we are most passionate about – even just for a moment.

1. Feed me. We can split the bill. Someplace nice… Not even fancy. I like hole-in-the-walls, too. Good food and good company wins my heart every time.

2. Be honest and non-judgemental. I hate people that constantly talk shit and nitpick others. We’re all different, we all have our imperfections, we just need to know how to get along.

3. Let me fall asleep with my head on your shoulder/lap…and don’t wake me up. Wake me up from a good sleep and I’ll turn into a roaring bitch. I’m not even kidding.

4. Catch the details. I appreciate when people remember the little things. I try my best to do the same, too.

5. Make me laugh. Like, genuinely laugh. I often laugh to be polite but if you get me to kool-aid smile, nose-scrunch, with my chin-in-the-air like the Peanuts dancing…You’ll have a special place in my heart, always.

I’m stealing this from fellow Examiner Darling Chuck. Here goes. Do it, too. And let me know. Would love to read what you write.

xo, M

Dear Stranger,

It’s been a few years, and I still don’t know who the hell you are, but somehow you’ve ingrained the memory of you in my brain forever. 

If we ever meet again, please say something. Even just a grunt would suffice.

Mira

Dear dreams,

Half the time I have no clue what you are trying to say and usually, I end up spending half the morning-after surfing the internet trying to decode you… And why do you keep bringing that random sports guy into it? That’s really strange.

Pleasant dreams would be nice. Like one’s that don’t freak me out…or like dreams that I don’t want to wake up from. I’ve heard of those but still have yet to experience them.

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in awhile. It’s long overdue that you and my brain make amends and provide my soul some serious regenerative shut eye.

Would appreciate it,

Mira

This is part of the “30 love letter in 30 days challenge” with bloggers  Iced Jasmine Tea and Super Duper Fantastic…Just because it’s a project  doesn’t mean I don’t mean every word.

Dear Crush,

You are really cute and you, totally, put butterflies in my stomach but…I’d never want to mess up a good thing.

Which is what I have right now.

Maybe in another life? We should keep in touch through the forces of the Universe.

Your truly,

Mira

This is part of the “30 love letter in 30 days challenge” with bloggers  Iced Jasmine Tea and Super Duper Fantastic…Just because it’s a project  doesn’t mean I don’t mean every word.

Dear BFF,

I think it’s been 5 years since we actually saw eachother face to face. Funny, though, because when I catch you for a quick chat on facebook, I feel like your quick trip down hear last November of 2004 was just a few months ago. But it wasn’t, it was  a husband,  a kid, and an entire continent away. What’s even more out-of-this world is despite how much things have changed, my love for you hasn’t changed a bit. Ok, I’m lying, maybe it’s changed just a little. But it’s a change in the right direction… I’m so proud of you, who you have become, and what you’ve done with your life. You’re such an inspiration to me. To see how you have defied so many odds and became the positive and gorgeous woman that you are today…It’s even more unnerving to know that you are more flexible now than you were when you were 16!!! ;o)

When we were in highschool, we would always wonder what we were going to be when we were adults. Though,an almost entire decade and a half  ago (Can you believe that crap?)  our guesses were ENTIRELY innacurate, I’m suprised we didn’t get the hint of who we really were going to be any sooner.  It’s funny. All the signs were there… Yet, isn’t it pretty sweet? After all the awkward stages, we’ve far surpassed our own personal expectations, and landed in communities that support our artistic, creative (and neurotic) selves.

We’re still growing and getting older. We’re barely a quarter-way through this lifetime… And though the next 15 years is as uncertain as the last, one thing I know is for sure. It could be 15, 20, 50 years from now,  we could be near or far and continents away, but you will always be a part of my life and even if we get wrinkly, and shriveled, (and perhaps not-so flexible)  the best times we had together will always be treasured and forever  feel like it was just yesterday.

Love,

Mira

 

 

This is part of the “30 love letter in 30 days challenge” with bloggers  Iced Jasmine Tea and Super Duper Fantastic…but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean every word.