I hate Santa Barbara and everybody I know except for Becca.
With a passion.


Fuck.

wtfuuuuck

Today I was driving home from picking up bread, and I was doing just fine- cruising through yellow lights, accelerating through turns, etc, and I reached North Patterson. As I was driving I saw the most beautiful man I think I've ever seen. He made my heart literally skip a beat, and I almost swerved into the tree.
He was carrying a long, flat board, and he was going to load it into his hatchback. I've never seen him before, but he was my age, with beautiful blonde hair that sort of fell into his eyes and a tight tshirt and as he saw me he made eye contact and smiled, which is the point where I almost swerved off the road. I watched him in the rear-view mirror, forgetting for a moment that the road curved, forgetting everything except this... this vision, the smile.
I think that decides that. It was like a sign or something.
I've gained a new appreciation for James Blunt's song "You're Beautiful".