I changed journals.

Me: You must be trippin'
Iza: I'm not tripping on my shoe laces!

I miss your smile. I miss your encouraging words. I miss our late-night conversations. I miss being your friend. We had told each other we would travel to California to find ourselves. It may have been a cliche, but it was our cliche. I appreciate all the times you stood by me, believed in my art, and gave me a listening ear. Not many people in my life deserved the title real friend but you were a real friend to me. Not many people get me, but you did. You get me. You took the time to really know what's inside my head anot filled it with your accusation's. Let's go to Home Depot to sit on the chairs and watch people pass on by. I still remember chatting online through many holidays. I gave you a book from Ali's daughter 'cause her strength reminded me of you. We understood each other; we felt like we were trapped behind bars and had family that tried so hard to crush our dreams.

I was walking on the streets of Atlanta and wanted to bump into you somehow. Guess what? I am going to Puerto Rico and I hope I will find you there. If you're not, I hope you're happy ---- wherever you are.

The crooks thought they had the wrong girl
'cause she was smiling like a fool but -----------
can you blame her?
This is her big break.
Philosophies in her pockets.
She held her childhood lullabies
and had her own lines to live by.
We take chances to discover ourselves.
Crashing police cars.
Building underground hideouts.
We may be falling but ------------
to us, we're flying.
The angels breathe down our backs.
"We're reviving ourselves."



I will never stop being your friend. I miss you, Iza. <3 I love you.

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I may have lost in touch with her, but I've made new friends over the years. ;)

--- a gift from Russia. I now know where I can store my earrings. ;)

I can't believe the holidays are coming once again. Time really does fly by quick.

It was a wonderful experience to go to the Grand Canyon; the images you see on your television really does it no justice.



I came to the Grand Canyon from the Las Vegas airport, but we went to the hoover damn on the way there. I actually felt like I was in the movie, Thelma & Louise when we were driving to the Grand Canyon. You know that popular movie scene? Yeah. I also felt like I was in the movie, "The Hills Have Eyes," especially when I saw campers. o_O



I needed more coffee.





I tried the grilled chicken




Aw. =p