"IIIIII WISH YOU WERE HERE"

oK- I DO miss home. I miss my pals and I miss my room and I miss my family so very much.
But I have to tell you- I am very tempted to cheat on Chicago with California, specifically Santa Barbara.
I went to Santa Barbara yesterday and it was like walking into a dream or some corny ass Hollywood movie. I would LOVE to live there.
I also have to mention that Zuma beach is SPECTACULAR. It is clean and the city of Chicago should really come study up on how exactly one keeps a beach clean.
(Hey Erica- I took a picture on the wall where Incubus is sitting on the back of the Morning View album. That's at Zuma Beach!)
By the way- the title of this blog comes from Incubus' song "Wish You Were Here."
Again, Californians have managed to make me chuckle.
I passed by a wine store named "Squashed Grapes."
I mean really, how literal can we get, California?
Still, nothing beats the Boot Barn!
I have discovered a new nature lovin', childishly playful, beach-bound side of myself and I can't thank California enough for bringing it out in me.
Much sympathy to my peeps in Chi-town who I have just seen on the news are suffering single-digit temperatures. I will be there soon and we can shiver together. But for now, I am going to soak up the 80 degree weather.
Much looove,
Nen-Dawg

QOTD
"Ah- good job, you ate the tomatoes. You know, they'll make your testicles big." -Josh