So who felt in here in L.A. this morning? I just went to sleep and had my headphones on, all I felt is my bed rock and just stared at the ceiling waiting for it to get worse. Luckily it didnt. 4.2. btw if anyone wanted to know
I felt it. Woke me up as I was dreaming of making out with a cute shy girl. There have been quite a few of these 4 pointers lately
Lick an orange, it tastes like an orange. Lick a pineapple, it tastes like a pineapple. Go ahead, try it. Try some more. The strawberries taste like strawberries. The snozzberries taste like snozzberries! We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Come along, come along.
My favorite earthquake story: It was in 1986 or 87. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast before school, and suddenly it sounded like a giant was running toward me up the hallway. It hit the kitchen and everything started rattling. My dad came running in from the adjoining room, grabbed me by the arm and lead me into the middle of the family room. I looked at him with utter bafflement because he had brought me to the worst possible place in the house. There was a spinning fan above our heads, a chimney directly behind us and a huge bay window right in front of us. He looked at me and just shrugged his shoulders.
I don't remember which quake it was but it was somewhere between 93-94. My family came in from out of town and my cousin and I stayed up after everyone had passed out and helped ourselves to the left over liquor. We were drunk in the living room about 3 in the morning, and apropos to nothing my cousin looks over to me and very seriously asks "Do you believe in ghosts?"
"Fuck NO." I stated
He looks at me and says "You should, I've seen some crazy things happen."
And right then and there the lights cut out and then slowly fade back to their original brightness. I look at him and see a look of terror on his face, then there is a repetative squeaking and we look over and see my mom's hanging planter spinning in circles. Right then we freak, we both start to yell and head for the door as a few ceramic figures fall off the wall.
Only when we're outside do we realize we just had an earthquake.
The next day my uncle calls us pussies for being scared of an earthquake.