The Beach Slum

     Has anyone noticed how frequently I use movies' sequel titles to complete a part two title? Or, holy fuck, how these last two posts are fucking COVERED in rhetorical questions? I'm trying to stop, I swear.     Either way, I have continued adding to my list of beaches, because what kind of Pisces would I be if I didn't? I will not confine myself to California alone, despite my love of California beaches, which is why some of these don't have any travel plans, because they're farther away and will take some very specific plants. Also Grecian beaches still are not on this, because Greece is a horse of an entirely different color. Without further ado: BITCHIN’ BEACHES Prepared by Jackie OVERVIEW & PURPOSE A list of beaches that I think would truly help me as a person. At the very least, they’d help me feel serotonin. And figure my shit out. But then again, I don’t really know. A tour of the beaches before I die.  CORONADO, CALIFORNIA ✔ My safe beach. One day, c

      I make it sound so dramatic, but road trips are sacred. Holy. I'm not religious anymore but watching the sunrise from my car doing 90 on the interstate is truly ethereal. It's unlike any other experience. But you can only watch the sunrise at the perfect spot-- the sweet twists and turns shortly before Nevada stateline-- when you've hit the road before the sun has a chance to peek over the curtains of the world. I cherish that time. I cherish it, I worship it, I love that time. The privacy, the secrecy of the night, and then the way the sun lights everything you thought was dark and scary.     Naturally, I have rules. Say it with me: you can only watch the sunrise just before stateline if you've left early enough to reach stateline by sunrise.     Rule 1: Leave by 4am     This rule has a small amount of leeway. 2am is solid if you have to get gas and coffee. 3am is ideal, if you've already got a full tank and canned caffeine (the only kind for a road trip). 4a

 Okay, okay. Am I the best at keeping up with a blog? No. I'll freely admit that. The only blog I've kept up with is my Tumblr, and that's because it's so easy to do. I reblog whatever I want, and there's an app.     This, on the other hand... This is about me taking my car on drives to the beach, a process that is infinitely harder than I expected. Did I expect to go to the beach every weekend? No. Did I expect to have so little free time, so little energy, that I could not bring myself to do a turn and burn? No.       Why do I keep asking rhetorical questions? I don't know. It's easier for me to answer things when they're questions. Ask me about my life and you'd better have a list, because I won't know where to start or what you mean.      Anyway.     I know I haven't finished my Peru story. I have about... two more entries to go, but don't quote me on that. I'd finish it now, but I'm in Virginia, on a work trip, and can't