curious and curiouser.

out in the middle of the desert, east of the salton sea, is this place, two and a half hours east of san diego.

salvation mountain!

on a whim we headed out, not quite realizing how far away it was, and made it just as the sun set. no one around but a few dogs and smoking hippies, i couldn't help but think that this was the stuff horror movies were made of. no horror here, though, only countless empty buckets of paint and dirt. oh, and salvation, duh.

hooray, jeezus!


i like to call it fate

it's very good! i can't stop listening.


thursday night get in there pep talk

"you're a fucking champion
always believe that in your cells, dude, in your cells"

- s/dub, my queen.