- balboa pier: take polaroids of the beach, grab a cheap, sort of gross icecream cone/frozen banana from ridiculously californian tourist-trap shop, write obscure or soul-freeing messages in the wet sand only to have your words trampled on by a stranger, swept away and forgotten by the ocean, or destroyed by your own unforgiving self, or better yet- leaving it so someone can read it and think about it. best part- rolling up your jeans, listening to headphones, and kicking around in the surf.
- home: when no one is around, wearing the most obscure thing you own or better yet, your favourite old t-shirt and awesome panties, lighting all the candles, dancing drunk by yourself or better yet- sober, early in the morning, laying in bed because you don't have to work and listening to your record player.
- downtown ventura: spend the day thriftstore shopping, used bookstore, buy a ben and jerry's icecream cone, and then walk all the way down to the pier, to the very end, just to turn back. or getting super drunk behind the theatre and then running around the streets, getting your fortune read by a very fat, long-bearded man. or visiting the porn shop and being horrified/amazed/somehow excited against your will at what people like to stick in themselves/put themselves in.
- little tokyo: first, getting lost in downtown l.a. and become freaked out by the crazy homeless/gangs there, then buying so many japanese sweets at the japanese grocery store, ice cream mochi at the ice cream shop, or purchasing the best things in the whole entire world- hot red bean cakes and peach water!
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