MAC Machine

The season less Southern California zombie counterculture is starting to wear on me. I am starting to become resentful toward perfectly blue skies and impeccably sunny days. In fact, I am absolutely tired of talking about the weather that is always the same. I am sick of seeing overworked-out trophy wives carrying their ridiculously small dogs through the mall, while my puppies have to sit at home. I have grown tired of trying to figure out who’s boobs are real, and which meat head belongs to what beamer. The cleanliness of La Jolla is disturbing, and I swear they are using some type of human cloning experiment in Pacific Beach because every beach bum is starting to look the same.

I really do not hate everything about this place, but I really do miss the seasons, especially fall. I miss pumpkin patches and crisp air. I long to drive my car through piles of leaves while drinking apple cider. I want to know every kid that comes to my house for halloween candy. I just want the sun to stay in hiding for one day so I can enjoy the clouds and the possibility that it might rain. I want to go somewhere and ask where a MAC machine is and have someone be able to tell me. I want to do donuts in the snow and pull my muscles shivering my ass off at the halloween parade. I want to go to Merrymead farms and pick out the ugliest pumpkin because no one else will want it. I just want to go to Target on the weekends with my mom.

I do not know if I am homesick or season sick or just plain sick, but I need to change my scenery. Times they are a changing, unless you live here.

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6 Responses to MAC Machine

  1. Big Sis says:

    I’ll go to Target with you, or the Halloween parade and to pick out pumpkins. You know, the Halloween parade where all the kids yell “CANDY” and strangers throw it to them on the street and they pick it up and eat it and neither they, nor their parents are bothered in the least.

    I guess it’s not as bad in our silly little town as we once thought it was.

  2. Christina says:

    Awwwww… Fall is the best season. It’s when I was born. Getting sick of the silicon are you?

    Not only is it a MAC machine, but you TAP MAC…and you’re not looked at like you have 3 heads…

  3. mom says:

    Well, Mr Tucky and Guapo will need sweaters for the winter I am sure. But it would be hilarious to see them in the snow!!! B-town isn’t the same without you and Butterfinger, there’s always room on Stauffer drive.

  4. Jess says:

    That wood-stove heating smell (that for me defines winter, fall, back to school, and cozy nights at home reading with a cup of tea) is starting to float around the residential areas of Chestnut Hill near my work… it makes me miss my hometown to! I am actually going home this weekend to visit the family.

    I definately know what you mean about California, btw. But you already know this. Here in the east “Where everybody knows your name…” but there in the west “Where everybody is the same…. “

  5. Aunt Pearl says:

    So what are MAC machines called out there, ATMs? Hole in the wall? What?

    You may want to get ready for a run to WalMart, I hear rain is in the forecast out there…he, he.

    Yes, Fall in Philadelphia (or anywhere in the east) is rather a wonderful time of year. Spring is highly overrated, fall is far superior in my estimation. The smells, the colors, the clear blue skies, crisp cold mornings…ahhh. And we can really savor the blue skies because they are not a given.
    We miss having you here in the fall, too.

  6. holly says:

    they forecast rain…im dreading it already (but i do agree with you on la jolla and pb)

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