State of mind
◊ California.
Terrible taste in governors.
Fantastic fucking sunsets.
Make fun of me all you want for living in this state. It's full of yuppies and hippies and freaks, and that's only half of why I love it.
The central valley isn't that bad, as much as I bitch about it. Sure, it's the part of the state that voted yet another ridiculous actor into office. But it's California's answer to Kansas. We've gotta have it around, even if it's just to blame stuff on.
The golden poppy is the state flower. The California Valley quail is the state bird. Fresno can be the state scapegoat.
I could never live anyplace where it's impossible to be jarred right out of everyday monotony by the sun setting the clouds on fire.
London was like that. The sky went from light gray to dark gray and back again, with none of the drama (or sunlight) I had grown up with. It didn't even get really dark at night.
How are you supposed to live like that?