in platform double suede

I remember maybe two summers ago when the 90s band Marcy Playground came to play a show in Chattanooga. Always looking for someway escape my house and go "DT" was always a pleasure.  I looked in the paper and fondly remembered the song Sex and Candy and decided that was my plan for the evening. A failure. I was 17. You had to be 18.

Too. Young. Always the issue. I'm not saying I hate being a youth but it's obnoxious.
Constantly trying to remind people I am a mere child.
My mother says I am growing up to fast. Sometimes I do want to skirt around the whole college thing. It makes me nauseous- not saying I'm above that- not at all. 
But teenagers scare the living shit out of me.  

hung around venice yesterday. so pleasant sitting on the grass. people watching. reading my new book. abbot kinney is a really cool street- lots of chic furniture and vintage shops to peruse.

alley in Venice

currently reading: Just Kids by Patti Smith- refreshing and cleanly written
currently listening to: Settle Down by Kimbra
currently wearing: my grandmother's gold rimmed Ray Bans
currently watching: completely underwhelmed with Colbert and Sedaris' Strangers With Candy. Does not match my sense of humor. But I did enjoy Girl Next Door last night! ha!

breezy day at beach