In brief:
It's a sad, sad state of affairs when a girl is too busy at work to write in her blog - for almost a week now!
So let's see here...hung out with Jesse, Jon and Chas on Friday night and I managed to find the worst burrito in the Mission. I mean, this was raunch. I took it apart and tried every individual component and each was worse than the next. Later that night I became a horrible city person as I waited for the bus. I had my back turned and didn't see what happened, but I thought this guy on the other side of the street moaning and rolling around was just the local drunk. So I totally ignored him. Finally some people walked by on the other side of the street and it turned out to be an elderly man who had fallen going down steps and had cracked his head open. So I felt like shit (wait...feel like shit) that, had it not been for those pedestrians on the other side of the street, I would have let this guy die because I assumed he was the local drunk on the ground. Yeah, I've really become a cynical asshole these days.
The rest of the weekend was slightly better than that though (well, for me. It seems all my friends are having horrible occurrences in their lives...) I slept in late on Saturday and then met up with Cess and Tim. It was so good to have Cess here, but that only made it harder for her to leave. I always tell myself that she's off to save the world, which she is, but I'm still a selfish asshole who wants her to move back to SF and live blocks from me again. After Cess left Tim and I hung out. Well, I hung out and Tim passed out, woke up occasionally to say "no, no, don't go...I'm only resting my eyes" and then passed out again. I stayed through the duration of Donnie Darko and took off after that.
Sunday was Stern Grove aka Freeze Your Ass Off While the Symphony Plays. Fuck the Stern Grove remodel...as Court put it "nothing's changed for us." Damn, was it ever cold on Sunday...which was weird because it was super hot while I was in the park with TJ about an hour previously. Oh, SF...how you mess with us. Anyway, it was cold and I was unprepared so I did the only thing I could to stay warm - I drank all our beer and was wasted by 3:30pm. After Stern Grove (I made Court leave early) we got our nails done and then went grocery shopping. Then I went home and snuggled with TJ until I drifted off to dreamland.
Monday was of course the celebration of America's independence. Woo. I spent the day with Claire, Jamie, Melissa and Larry The Homo, Melissa and Jamie's friend. We mainly hung out drinking in the park. But Jamie and Melissa finally got to meet TJ, which makes me very happy. I think TJ is Melissa's new BFF...although I'm a little sad that TJ would abandon my love so easily. Little bitch. After the parky park we grabbed dinner at Brother In Laws. Whoa, they aint lying. That shit is fo real and is motherfucking good. We grabbed about 60 pounds of food and stupidly decided to eat at Alamo Square. Which has gale force winds on a light day. We were all sleepy and drunk and full and over it after Alamo, so we all split in our own directions. I went home to TJ. I know I'm a loser for staying in on July 4th, but I had no idea how TJ was going to react to the fireworks and festivities, especially considering how bad she's been in general lately. I totally overreacted and she was fine (more fireworks woke me up than her,) but I'm still glad I stayed in. Besides, the only party I really knew about was a big time coke fest...and as much as I love that scene, I'll pick cuddling with TJ any day.
Work? What the fuck is up with that shit?
Friends? Some good, some bad. I'm thinking of you all.
Dan? Same-o, same-o. But it's very nice to have him back.
Everything else? Well, at least I'm maintaining.
So let's see here...hung out with Jesse, Jon and Chas on Friday night and I managed to find the worst burrito in the Mission. I mean, this was raunch. I took it apart and tried every individual component and each was worse than the next. Later that night I became a horrible city person as I waited for the bus. I had my back turned and didn't see what happened, but I thought this guy on the other side of the street moaning and rolling around was just the local drunk. So I totally ignored him. Finally some people walked by on the other side of the street and it turned out to be an elderly man who had fallen going down steps and had cracked his head open. So I felt like shit (wait...feel like shit) that, had it not been for those pedestrians on the other side of the street, I would have let this guy die because I assumed he was the local drunk on the ground. Yeah, I've really become a cynical asshole these days.
The rest of the weekend was slightly better than that though (well, for me. It seems all my friends are having horrible occurrences in their lives...) I slept in late on Saturday and then met up with Cess and Tim. It was so good to have Cess here, but that only made it harder for her to leave. I always tell myself that she's off to save the world, which she is, but I'm still a selfish asshole who wants her to move back to SF and live blocks from me again. After Cess left Tim and I hung out. Well, I hung out and Tim passed out, woke up occasionally to say "no, no, don't go...I'm only resting my eyes" and then passed out again. I stayed through the duration of Donnie Darko and took off after that.
Sunday was Stern Grove aka Freeze Your Ass Off While the Symphony Plays. Fuck the Stern Grove remodel...as Court put it "nothing's changed for us." Damn, was it ever cold on Sunday...which was weird because it was super hot while I was in the park with TJ about an hour previously. Oh, SF...how you mess with us. Anyway, it was cold and I was unprepared so I did the only thing I could to stay warm - I drank all our beer and was wasted by 3:30pm. After Stern Grove (I made Court leave early) we got our nails done and then went grocery shopping. Then I went home and snuggled with TJ until I drifted off to dreamland.
Monday was of course the celebration of America's independence. Woo. I spent the day with Claire, Jamie, Melissa and Larry The Homo, Melissa and Jamie's friend. We mainly hung out drinking in the park. But Jamie and Melissa finally got to meet TJ, which makes me very happy. I think TJ is Melissa's new BFF...although I'm a little sad that TJ would abandon my love so easily. Little bitch. After the parky park we grabbed dinner at Brother In Laws. Whoa, they aint lying. That shit is fo real and is motherfucking good. We grabbed about 60 pounds of food and stupidly decided to eat at Alamo Square. Which has gale force winds on a light day. We were all sleepy and drunk and full and over it after Alamo, so we all split in our own directions. I went home to TJ. I know I'm a loser for staying in on July 4th, but I had no idea how TJ was going to react to the fireworks and festivities, especially considering how bad she's been in general lately. I totally overreacted and she was fine (more fireworks woke me up than her,) but I'm still glad I stayed in. Besides, the only party I really knew about was a big time coke fest...and as much as I love that scene, I'll pick cuddling with TJ any day.
Work? What the fuck is up with that shit?
Friends? Some good, some bad. I'm thinking of you all.
Dan? Same-o, same-o. But it's very nice to have him back.
Everything else? Well, at least I'm maintaining.
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