Rain, rain, follow me...
I think I brought tornado weather to El Paso from Dallas. Haha.. Ah well. It was barely 2:30pm when it started getting dark. This is definitely a sign for me to stay home today.
The more I think about the rain, the sadder I get. Ever since I got back to El Paso, my reactions to things have changed. In the back of my head, I know I think that moving back here means I've failed somehow on my own... It may not be the most active thought, but it is the core reason for being so down. Thunder used to get me hot and wild, but all I want to do is be sad and lonely.
I got some glass paint. This is the most art I've done in the whole month I've been here. A wine glass.
I painted leaves and shit on a wine glass.
The Hookah Lounge
One of the more awesome things I've done since being back is going to the new hookah lounge, Smoking Skullz. (For El Paso natives, it's where the Rock Inn used to be on Dyer by Chico's.) The people there rock my life. I don't even go for the hookah, I go for the people... and pool. Pool = life.
Smoking Skullz Hookah Lounge
The love of my life is a drummer who sets the beat of my heart to the rhythm of his soul.