Tiny worlds on tiny backs

The world is a heavy place right now.  My heart hurts for humanity.  The tension is thick, and while I'm an optimist, I will admit that the present is an uncomfortable place to be sometimes. 

I had a mushroom journey before I left for Hollywood, and less than an hour into it, I was shoved headfirst into the icy waters of ego death.  I was raped by the land itself, I peed myself and once I noticed that my crotch was wet, I was convinced that it was because I had just given birth to the Earth's rape baby.  And I loved and was proud of my baby.   It was green and abundant and self-sufficient.  Then it grew to become fake and sugary sweet with loops of cartoon politician faces, and I mourned for my baby and had to love it through its darkness. 

So, yeah, that's kinda where I'm at.


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But here in my little Sophie bubble, life in Los Angeles goes on at life speed, which seems to be faster than usual.  This summer is halfway over and what the fuck?

I love it here.  Living is very different than back in Arizona, and not just because I am living on a couch.  I don't have a car out here, so I walk and take the metro during the day.  I uber at night.  So I had to buy a backpack.  I didn't want to at first; I had this cute vintage one-shoulder travelling bag that I was going to use.  But it was stiff and it hurt my back, so I gave in and now I dance around the city with the fashion sense of a 12-year-old.  Slay.

Here she is, in all her glory, along with all of the important things that I've learned to carry with me.

Here's a list of what I'm slugging around the town with me:

* Work apron
* Reusable grocery bag- the most important thing to remember.  It holds food, laundry, dirty shoes, craft supplies, and anything that is too big to fit into the backpack.  It is the thing I forget to pack the most often and it drives me crazy.
* Book
* Journal - holds my deepest secrets, ukulele tabs, ticket stubs, receipts, and D&D character sheets
* Headphones
* Glue stick - to paste shit into my journal
* Sunglasses
*Giant safety pin
* Makeup remover wipes
* Hormone pills - taken daily since I had a hysterectomy a few years ago
* Atmos vape pen - I am out of refills for it and it bums me out.
* One-hitter box with weed- since the vape is out.  My rule of thumb is to have it with me but to never carry more than I am willing to eat if I need to do so.
* Phone charger for wall and car
* Matches - I always carry means to make fire because Silent Hill.
* TAP card
* Combination Lock
* Big-ass knife
* Wallet- has my ID, debit card, loose change and a little bit o' cash. 
* Pens and markers
* Keys
* Sunblock
* Eye Drops
* Front Bottoms lighter
* Chapstick
* Tiny rainbow rock - I don't ever really look up my crystals and rocks.  I just like having them with me, and I kind of trade them out periodically.  I just kinda feel out which ones want to go with me that day.
* "Brief Case" full of cheap makeup - when I don't know for sure where I'll be or what kind of plans may come up, I have become a makeup Macgyver.  Tinted chapstick as lip, a blush and an eyeshadow?  I'll fucking do it.

Not pictured: Chewing gum (because I'm out) and my reusable water bottle (because I left it at Sam's house)