txn

she doesn't know you, but she still thinks about you.

deadly storms

*
city of san francisco, usa.
it has been ravaged by raging storms for weeks now. what usually begins as a pleasant, light rain will suddenly increase to become more and more powerful, violent even. due to the strong force of the wind, hundreds of umbrellas tragically die each day, abandoned by their owners on cold sidewalks and in dirty gutters. the wind horribly disfigures these noble creatures, leaving them mangled and hardly recognizable. when the fierce, unapologetic rain will cease we do not know, but we will keep these brave soldiers in our hearts and minds forevermore.
**

[due to the graphic nature of these photos, we have changed the names of these umbrellas to protect the beloved they have left behind.]
*"finn"
**"petra"

come back soon

i miss you, sun!

dating in sf

Single.
Taken.
Straight but taken.
Gay but taken.
Seeing someone.
Dating someone.
Friends with benefits.
2+ friends with benefits
Separated.
Separated but still effing.
Divorced.
Divorced but still effing.
Sex with Ex two hours before first date with you
Eff buddy
A lay
Cuddling, but no effing
A car ride/errand runner, but no effing
It's complicated.
Together, but without a title.
Seeing each other, but not seriously.
Serious.
Hot, but plays for the other team
Friends but wanting to be more
Swinger
Paramour: seeing/effing multiple people at the same time
Trying hard not to cheat, but willing to if it's the right person

young love

two teenage boys, sitting in a corner at a cafe touching fingertips. remember when love was pure, uncomplicated, passionate and free? no? me, either.

they are a beautiful couple, nonetheless.

old words

my blanket almost killed me
on accident
of course,
but still
i wonder.




4 feb 2009

happy holidays

the holidays are sadistic

fail.

how does one open a bottle of wine with only one hand?
the attempt to pre-game and drink away hurt feelings is a bust.
wine makers: invent away.

2pac

they got money for wars
but not enough to feed the poor

hot

"love me until i'm sore"


oh, devendra

alleyway

saw a man's pants pulled down to his knees taking a dump in my alleyway. also saw him wipe his ass with his bare hand while screaming, "goddamn fucking stomach flu!"

how awful. in so many goddamn ways.

fiction

excerpt:
To keep it under wraps, she faked her disappointed smiles so well, that no one but herself could see the roots of her crooked teeth. She showered off her painted mask every night and schemed up new ways of trying to appear apathetic. The gossip around that metaphorical cooler always included remarks that pointed her into the opposite direction of him. He, who she was strangely drawn to the way a dog is drawn to a stranger’s crotch. She would agree with the others that he was in love with that pretty girl from down the street. She would laugh when they teased him about it. She would also laugh even when she felt a faint hint of misery that he didn’t think that she was pretty.

eff dpt

DPT,
we appreciate that you ticket and tow the poorest of the poor but when a caucasian male runs up to you in an ironed, starchy white dress shirt, black slacks and shiny black shoes, he somehow manages to convince you to not tow his benz. we all know you give him a break cause he's rich and white, yet you wouldn't give that same courtesy to anyone of a different race or class. your generosity is duly noted.

soul food

good company and good food go hand in hand. what's better than sharing a delicious, home cooked meal with friends? telling stories and bonding over dessert is such a beautiful thing.

stank ass feet

strange things happen in the city. strangers come up to you asking if they can film your feet while you comment that yo' feet smell like corn chips. and to tell whoever's watching to smell your stank ass feet. and the stranger part is that living in this city has made you crazy enough to agree to it. see you on creepy foot-fetish websites, friends!

folsom street fair

saw:
-flaccid penises
-hard penises
-a guy putting his penis into another guy's mouth
-saggy breasts
-a guy fingering another guy's butt hole
-perky breasts
-women whipping men
-women whipping women
-men scratching women
-assless chaps
-women handcuffed to wheels
-tiny penises
-pasty, naked men
-a guy biting another guy's ass
-a guy biting a transvestite's boob

i've met my penis quota for the next decade.

heights

they say that you should do one thing a day that scares you. first of all, who is "they"? well, today i am going to jump out of a plane. note that i am deathly afraid of heights. yes, today my balls are going to get sucked into my stomach, cause there is real danger of death or becoming maimed in the event. when i tell people about my jump, some react with "that's awesome!" while more conservative folk reply by saying, "that's stupid. you could die." yes, but you could die at any time living in this crazy city. i don't know how many times i've almost been hit by a car as a pedestrian. walking through the shady parts of town at night is equally dangerous as jumping off a small plane, strapped to someone that is hopefully good looking. at any rate, my travel bug has gotten infinitely worse in the last few years and as a result, my risky side has as well. i'm hoping to have a life changing, philosophical awakening. adventure is out there!

still got it

you know you've still got it when the delivery driver hits on you at work. inside the fridge.

oh darn

the thing about living in sf is that it's exhausting having to give directions to good looking tourists all the time...

fate vs. coincidence

it happens to you once in a while. maybe even more than once in a while. once in a while, very particular things happen at the same moment, enough for you to notice the queerness of the situation and have you questioning the nature of the occurrence: is it fate or pure coincidence? if the said occurrence seems powerful enough, it has you wondering what lies in the stars or in the magical dirt of the earth that has the ability to bring things together in an enchanting manner. if it is only a matter of chance and it means nothing at all, then we are the creators of meaning and in that sense, we are the sole creators of our world. you might be an existentialist or a fate-ist, but in the big picture of colorful pictures, we have the burden to invent meaning.

however you choose to read the lines in your life, please make it your own. own it.

slumber party

it's important for women to bond with other women. when i say "bond" i mean eat, watch comedy specials and relax in the 'cuzzi. so "sex in the city."

first day of summer

it's the first day of summer here. warm summer nights are a rarity and when they happen (at the end of august usually), people line the streets all day and night. delores park is filled with 20-somethings that bring blankets and booze to celebrate. if only there was a machine that could capture this weather and set it on repeat.

i haven't seen this many naked limbs in months.

perception

it works in interesting ways. the mere fact that we are always and forever, unable to escape subjection binds us to our own realities. therefore, we are perpetually lost in our own minds and hearts and no matter what the "truth" is, we will always find ways around it, to tell little lies that either gives us hope or tears us down. you choose what you want to see and hear, choose what you want to consider meaningful and edit your life so that there is a reality that has been created by you and you alone. the occurrences in your life turn out to be a sort of fiction, making it almost impossible to remove yourself from the world you've manifested so well.

this idea is disarming.

pretending

hiding, pretending, and lying is all very hard work. it takes skill, quickness, patience, a great poker face, a steady hand and heart, and a beautiful fake smile to keep yourself in control. nod your head, even when you don't want to hear the truth. inquire, even though you probably don't want to know. act like it doesn't mean a thing, even when you want to cover your ears. turn on that brave face, even when it hurts.

the truth is as hard to keep up as the fiction.

ID

please do not offend me by not carding me at a bar, only to card me when i buy a pack of cigarettes. for a friend.

please do not even pretend that you know the difference between my face and my sister's face.

please do quiz me with a stupid question like, "What's your sign?"

please do not ask me what my driver's license number is because me not knowing what it is is my problem, not yours.

vegas

a place where:
.you can see a sea of sexy legs.
.fashion consists of short, tight dresses and ridiculously strappy heels.
.there is no need for undercover drug deals
.the clap happens
.you can lose all your money at the tables in 10 seconds flat.
.inhibition leads to coyotes
.buffets are considered classy
.temptations are tested
.balls get sweaty in the heat
.drinks end up costing more than your hotel bill
.anything goes.

sin city is real gritty.

too much or too little?

is it better to oversleep or undersleep? undersleeping causes impairment in the body and the mind. oversleeping causes grogginess and strange sex dreams. undersleeping cannot be fixed with coffee. oversleeping cannot be fixed by orgasm.

it is suggested that we get seven to nine hours of sleep per night. six hours may cause you to crash your car while driving, while ten hours may cause pregnancy.

i'm in love

i just fell in love again.

with san francisco.

there's something warm and fuzzy about hanging out in delores park with bi-rite ice cream in hand (on a foggy summer day). the fact that they'll be closing it for landscaping is soo very atrocious. where will all the dogs expel their energy? where will the hipsters go to drink their pabsts and smoke their j's? where will voyeuristic couples make out? this is very worrisome.

ah, sf

i love when a gun gets pulled out when there is a tiff on the soccer field.
i love when i come across a meth head rapping angrily into a phone.
i love when popeye's runs out of apple pie and my friend demands them to make some more.
i love when it's a warm, sunny summer day and by the evening, it is chillingly foggy.

i love sf.

thank goodness

for 24 hour grocery stores. they are a rarity in the city, so it's precious to have one nearby.

in basket:
.cheddar cheese
.corn bread
.cereal
.milk
.ice cream
.yogurt
.kimchi
.ice cream

aka all the markings of a broke san franciscan.

guess who's back in the muthaeffin house

i've been MIA for a while now. quite a while due to different circumstances (including the lack of interweb). but i'm gonna blow up again soon! TBC

a sense of humor is sexy

"1 full mattress with boxspring (russian hill)

I've placed a blue full size firm and comfortable mattress on Jones between Pacific & Jackson. It's from a smoke free, pet free home. The only concern you may have is the coffee stains but trust me it's perfect otherwise.

There is a white mattress that is set next to them. Don't take this one unless you like the smell of smoke reeking your apt, Besides the tenant that had it left her big booty imprint on it. Again unless you like sleeping hammock style on a mattress don't take this one. Big Booties are ok with me. But not necessary. Anyway I'm single & strikingly handsome."

are you?... cause a sense of humor + handsomeness= deadly combination. throw in a love of books, art and adventure and i'll put a ring on it.

sex and the city

the 9:40pm line:
girls night out, girls, girl and gay, gays, girls, girls, gay, gay, gay, women.


i saw a lot of ladies hooking on my street just now. just cause i wear platform shoes, doesn't mean i am one, too. my thick- rimmed glasses should be a give away.

slang

Dang, norcalers, you can't use the word "hella" enough, can you?

Convo on the corner of eddy and larkin:
"It was, like, hella long. Heeeeeeeeeella! Hella! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaa! Hella long!"

There are other adjectives waiting to be used out there, babygirl.

teddy bear

mister, i have seen you walk across the street twice with your giant brown teddy bear. where are you going? and can i join you?

red flags

. "i don't take anything seriously"
. "i don't like titles"
. "i probably shouldn't tell you this..."

...

this sh*t is coconuts

cooking directions

dear box:
either your directions are incorrect or i cannot measure. i'm going to say it's you and not me.

fail

was walking down the street, waiting at a light when i stopped behind a guy trying to hit on a girl. i couldn't hear what he was saying to her, but i KNOW that it didn't make any sense and it definitely wasn't smooth. it was so awkward-turtle that i crossed the street the other way to relieve my own discomfort.

happy graduation!

buying a cap and gown set at ucr costs $50.
renting a cap and gown set at sfsu costs $52 (and no you cannot own it)


it's a big eff you, graduates!

korean bbq

brother's restaurant.
inner richmond. geary and 6th ave.

delicious, large portions of meat you grill yourself. more meat than a person ought to have in one eating session (even in one week..). they give you 10 or so side dishes that kick the meat up a notch and keep it interesting. on yelp, its price range is two money-signs. as for me, two is denial. try three, cause you can't afford it if you're only working part-time.

be warned. your hair will come out smelling like it when you leave. and unfortunately the next day, too.

oil spill

"Concern is rising that the oil could kill wildlife and damage livelihoods for thousands in the Gulf states. Parish and state officials in Louisiana have enacted plans to keep the oil out of the marshes at the heart of the state's fishing industry and wildlife habitat.
"If it gets back into the backwaters, into the bayous, that's where we'll kill off the food chain," Nungesser told reporters. "That's where it will devastate southern Louisiana for years to come, and we will lose our heritage in the fishing industry."
At least two oil-covered birds, one of them a brown pelican, have been found offshore, the National Wildlife Federation reported Tuesday. In addition, the conservation group reported finding a loggerhead turtle -- a threatened species -- gasping for air in the oil slick about 65 miles off the mouth of the Mississippi River."

-cnn.com (6 may 2010)


i'm not sure if BP understands the urgency of the situation. these environments are intricate and are highly susceptible to destruction. every living thing on earth is part of a natural system that is interconnected in very complex ways. the damage or absence of one link can destroy food and habitats for these delicate organisms.

'cmon BP, pick up the effin pace. i know you're trying to save face but there are more important things at hand. eff oil. wind and solar power!!!

weirdos

sf has some weird ass people hanging around, not that that's anything new. no joke, this is what i witnessed today:
1) angry black lady physically fighting with her big black man next to the orpheum. yes, hers, not a stranger. he walked away and crossed the street so she chucked her backpack at him (missed) and it landed in front of a moving bus.
2) GIANT white man with long dirty blonde hair in the muni station dressed head to toe in leather (including an ankle length leather trench coat) with heavy black boots and a tool belt of sorts around his waist. he was straight out of "the road" cause he was dressed for the end of the world. also, he held a crazy gaze in his right eye.
3) dirty guy on the bus (so dirty in fact that i couldn't tell what ethnicity he was) frying on something..he couldn't sit still. laughed, cussed, talked to himself... the whole nine.

san francisco: 100% free entertainment daily.

meta blog

blogging about how i got blogged on someone else's blog.
april 30th blog:
http://sfstreetthreads.blogspot.com/
that's me!

picture

when is it strange to have your picture taken by a stranger? if they give you a spiel about how they work for company x or magazine x, are you more comfortable with it? the stranger who takes that picture of you could use it to get paid somehow or masturbate to..some indigenous peoples believe that your soul will get stolen if you have your picture taken. if so, i've gotten my soul stolen twice today. photographers: please don't be weirdos.

sexual tension

needs a really big knife.

holly miranda

incredible musician with a beautiful, hauntingly soulful voice. she seems to take you back to a time when you didn't even know you existed.

warning

too much excitement can cause sleeplessness. caffeine consumption also does not help.

oven

my oven is erratic. since when did they start making them with temperature tantrums? (drum queue)

dream 4/28

in it, i like a boy and think that maaybe there's a chance with him. as i hear him coming home (he seems to be my neighbor), i leave my apartment to "run into him" and as i walk towards him, i see that he's holding the hand of a blonde girl and taking her inside. they're quick stepping, so i'm sure that they are going inside to shag. i look the other way and keep walking like i haven't noticed them at all.

neighbor: represents someone close in your proximity, but not completely intimate with. symbolizes mystery. having a dream about a "neighbor" may suggest and interest in something familiar, but not well known to you.

blonde: symbolizes beauty and attractiveness. having a dream about a blonde may signify jealousy or insecurity.

forty winks

why is it that when your body needs x amount of sleep, really needs it, that it just won't cooperate? it's like it knows and likes playing bad tricks on you. damn you consciousness! why can't you waver?

concerto

tonight, the san francisco conservatory of music had a concert that featured a pianist and trumpet player performing "the hollow men, op.25" (1944) by vincent persichetti, inspired by t.s. eliot's poem of the same title. the trumpet player read the poem aloud and then the piano came in with slow, haunting notes. the piece sounded like something between classical and jazz, definitely fragmented and abrupt, but still quite fluid. tres bien!

kind words

"i remember all the days he would walk us to and from school!!"

"He was such a kind man and I will always remember how he took care of us when we hung out (the good food!)"

"I remember the time he made rice and invited me to have dinner lol"


thanks for remembering<3

sweet

it's been a good day. received a delivery of roses at my door with a card that said, "hey _______, i haven't seen you smile in a while. i thought this can cheer you up." without a name or anything (but i knew who it was from). it was such a genuine, sweet gesture. it's lovely to know that there are still sincere people out there. thank you _______

old friends

they remember him. not quite as i remember him, but still they remember him. and what they remember is as sweet as what i remember. they remember things i don't and i remember many things they don't but in the end, it's important that they remember still. it's sometimes hard to remember. it's sometimes fun to remember. it's often lovely to remember. i remember him loving me well. i remember him treating them well. they remember him as treating them well. i remember him well. i remember when he was well. they remember when he was very well. i remember some of the things they remember but not some things they remember. i'm so glad they remember. i hope they'll always remember. i'll always, always remember.

bedtime

as i prep myself for sleep (reading the news, checking out blogs, surfing the internet etc.), i've come across a very interesting article from the nytimes about the fine line between consciousness and sleep: the very thing i wondered about this morning. in my dream, i couldn't decipher between the real world and the dream world. my vivid experience of "waking" several times led me to believe that i had actually woken up, when in reality, i was waking up from a dream in my dream. in the past, i've dreamt of negative things only to find myself actually angry or upset, even after the dream had long been over. the very concept of dreams as a gateway to our subconscious is wrought with questions of desire and reality. are we being more real or true in our dreams than when we are in our wakefulness? does that mean that we can only begin to know ourselves by the vague symbols of our dreams? if so, i have no idea who (or what) i am.


http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/04/21/what-is-sleep/

ex-factor by lauryn hill

love re-discovering songs.



It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

Is this just a silly game
That forces you to act this way
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can't stay
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

{Hook:}
No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin'
It ain't workin'
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy
This is crazy

I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself
As painful as this thing has been
I just can't be with no one else
See I know what we got to do
You let go and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will

{Repeat Hook}

Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me

There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me

Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me

Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me

dreams

i've always been fascinated with dreams. how are they "decoded"? ever picked up a dream book? they're full of symbols that are "explained" quite plainly. quite matter-of-factly, actually. Dreamt about missing this very important test..three times. they were dreams within dreams, as if each layer was peeled like an onion, i kept waking up to look at a clock to tell me that i had missed it. this test determines my near future, so yes, it makes perfect sense that i would feel a little pressured about it. Reoccurring objects: clock; bright, brilliant blue ocean; and the hills of san francisco. what do these mean? even if i looked into a dream dictionary it wouldn't explain it to my satisfaction. freud? not likely either. so i've created my own:

clock: keeper of time by representing the past, present, future. symbolizes healing and change. creates a feeling of anxiety, heartache, and anger. having a dream with an obvious presence of a clock may suggest that one is anticipating the effects of time on one's mental, physical or emotional state.

bright, brilliant, blue ocean: represents freedom, renewal, or sadness. creates feelings of calmness and also of indulgence. a bright, brilliant, blue ocean signifies that one is experiencing an evolution.

hills of san francisco: represents an arduous endeavor. creates feelings of struggle and exertion. dreaming about the hills of san francisco means that one is encountering a difficult situation that one is in the process of overcoming. and will succeed.

observances of today

.just let it all out. you'll feel better afterwards
.phone tag can span up to 6+ calls
.the train takes longer when it's effin cold outside
.don't throw old pictures away. they're invaluable.
.babies grow up really, really fast. faster than you can read this post.
.family is precious
.for an aching heart, a good song, film, or a hot shower helps.

have a nice day.

LXT

your song is "landslide" by fleetwood mac. you were a big part of my heart. thank you for loving me so well. in peace, may you rest.

death

where does one go when one dies? heaven would be nice. i hope it's something like heaven. something like it. something.

life

works in very mysterious ways. have hope and think about the things you are grateful for in life and i promise, things will be okay.

the last station

might still be playing at a theatre near you.

touching, romantic (not in the sappy way), and intriguing in its themes about the role of love and philosophy during the last year of tolstoy's life. it is beautifully set, subtle in its rendering of the icon and is dramatic until the end.


it is based on a novel of the same title by jay parini. how much of it is truth and how much is fiction, i don't know. but who really does anyhow?

hot water

if i bring my own cup, i shouldn't have to pay 45 cents for hot water, cafe rosso (located at sfsu). are you providing me with water that comes from the hot springs in peru? didn't think so.

manhattan

a bigger version of san francisco that's got a 24 hour public transportation system, way more 24 hour food places, and later night life. and the best ice cream ever. sorry mitchell's. but you're soo close, i'll still have you any day, baby.

healthcare

the bill passed! whoop!! i like reading comments on the cnn site and loooove the arguments people make:

- racist ones:
"As long as minorities keep having babies at an alarming rate - it will be impossible to vote Democrats out of the White House"
-religious right ones:
"Sustain life...and kill the unborn. Right on!! Brilliant pompous democrat hood-rats"
-Texan ones
"Nov. will be the start of a new generation of conservatism! Can't wait! I hope Texas resides as a union! Let Reed and Pelosi go down with there plan. If we didn't let so many immergrants in through the border it wouldn't be so bad"

i love ignorant banter.

i'm glad we're moving towards helping the fellow people. a big eff you to all those who think you deserve it more any more than the next guy!

words

words are so incredible. as one of the primary sources of communication, it's magnificent when you read or hear a word that triggers something in you you can't explain. i like the way some words roll off your tongue or how they sound when they enter your ear holes. or ones that simply resonate with you on some strange emotional or psychological level.

cool words include (for a number of reasons):
.nostalgic
.beau
.cocoa
.estrella (said Argentinian style)
.leftovers
.labyrinth
.flora
.fauna
.requiem
.pistol
.byxbee

wash your hands

or you may contract an enflamed, sore throat and a bad case of the goddamnits

money

it's important to save in case of ironic, ridiculous financial circumstances.
spare change, anyone?

quakers

earthquake in taiwan!
ahhh! sf is next. any day now. ANY.DAY.NOW.

folk singer

myspace.com/shutterbugs2010

singing on "freight train"

february

someone in history effed up and now there are only 28 days in the month of february. didn't they know that rent was gonna have to get paid?

brain on pause

it is getting increasingly difficult to concentrate. perhaps it's because caffeine levels are at an all-time low. how does one cure senioritis? maybe with 8 hours of sleep once in a while without the unrealistic bombardment of schoolwork at your bedside, waiting to be taken care of when you wake up.

feed the children

got coerced into donating money to the feed the children organization. it's unfortunate that the world is full of billions of impoverished people and that a large portion of them are children. with all these major disasters occurring one after another (earthquake in haiti, mudslides and floods in peru, and earthquake in chile), we can only expect it to get worse. what's going on with the world?! who's going to help all these people?

help yourself, too. better put together that earthquake kit soooon.

san francisco

where you check the weather conditions everyday, but still pack an umbrella and a pair of sunglasses together just in case.

safeway

do you really need three different sizes of cinnamon toast crunch?

and to grocery stores worldwide: please don't even bother carrying orange juice if it doesn't contain high pulp.

memories are a funny thing.

when you see pictures of the past, don't they seem like they are from a past life? the cliche of having "chapters of our lives" is so true though. what happens to all those memories? they seem to be filed away in some obscure place in your mind and only come out again through sight and scents that bring you back to the past. memory triggers are such a trip especially, because they're so unexpected usually. and photos are just a good way to realize how weird you used to look.

its raining out

exertion.

haha

the clubhouse featured some pretty funny comedians tonight.
best joke of the night went something like:
"san franciscians, you love your weed but hate your plastic bags. what do you think your weed comes in when you buy it?"

breaking up is hard to do

isn't it strange that when a couple breaks up, the intimacy between them is supposed to vanish into thin air?
where does the love go? think of all the exes you've ever had, the memories you had with them, the sex, the fights, the touches, the date nights, the laughter, the tears, the yelling, the baby talk and the knowing...where does it all go? how many people still talk to, let alone, are still friends with the people they used to be so close to? how do you come to know someone so well and learn forget them all the same?

chinese new year

phonetically, it's something like, "gung hay fat choi!"

it's the year of the tiger and if superstition seeps into belief, then a person in "their year" is going to have bad luck. for example, i am a tiger and since today is the beginning of the year of the tiger, it is supposed to be the start of a bad year for me. i would think it'd be the opposite.. so i'm taking the cosmos into my own hands and saying that this year will be a good year, nay, a GREAT year for me and maybe for all the other tigers out there as well. as a friend said, i'll be taking names this year. i'm graduating this spring, starting a new chapter in my life and i have plans to travel and explore new lands, both real and metaphorical. this is a good time for reflection. time to get acquainted with myself a little more.

thanks to _______ for my red envelope:D nostalgia strikes again. in a good way.

day of love

"she thinks she's the one but she's just one in twenty-four"

fact of humans: we all want what we can't have. and in the meantime, we'll settle for whatever will keep away anxiety's terrible hold on us.

noir

noir films and novels are quite witty and sassy. who would've thunk that the early-mid twentieth century writers could come up with such titillating rhetoric? i am wholly grateful to discover genres i haven't been acquainted so well with.

the awakening by kate chopin

romance novel from the grocery store meets woolf meets sartre.
hot. and brilliant!

bachelorette party

danced with a lovely bride-to-be at holy cow in soma. she was having her bachelorette party and was having a pretty good time when she came up to me to dance. i congratulated her as she was giving me the eye in which i avoided (oh, i inquired and she's marrying a man). after some minutes we parted and about 5 minutes later i saw her making out with some girl. and then 3 minutes later, i saw her sucking on another girl's neck. i'm preeetty sure that's considered cheating.

money

we all need more of it.
want more of it.
live our lives trying to get more of it.
but in the end, we all have the same spending habits and
if you can't break those, it doesn't matter if you're rich or poor.
really.

another bug

this time it's new york city.
putting up a housing swap ad on craigslist would fab, but it can be shady.
there has to be a reputable housing swap site. it's probably out there and
i don't know about it.
it's such a shame when you have to worry about the honesty of people all the time.

the big fold

grant and green in north beach on wed. feb. 3rd @ 9pm, kids.

good music, booze and me.

sympathy pains

when she cried
i wanted to cry
cause i know what it's like to have hurt feelings.

thrifting is suppose to be thrifty

townsend thrift, my friends, is not a thrift store.
because of course, i don't mind paying the price of new clothes for
your used, unstylish clothing. i'm being thrifty!

very easy on the eyes

good music

the big fold.
de san francisco

http://www.youtube.com/user/wil2727271#p/a/u/0/hEPW9mk6h-Y

mudslides in peru

to think, only two weeks ago, i was at macchu picchu. in the last few days, there have been floods and mudslides in the area, causing tourists and locals to be stuck in aguas calientes with no way out but by helicopter. some have had to sleep on the streets and have been there for days.

isn't it strange how one can narrowly escape a life altering situation? there were pictures of the affected areas and i recognized specific locations because i had just been there! it reminds me of the movie "sliding doors" shows how one seemingly insignificant occurrence (in this case it's very significant) can completely change the course of one's life. if we had been stuck there, we could have easily missed our flight home, i could easily have starved to an unhealthy state (the food was horrible and made me sick) and a whole plethora of chain reactions could've taken place. and who knows where we would have ended up? i just have to be grateful fate has been good to me so far. i hope everyone gets out safely.

word of advice

eating + drinking + dancing (in a span of an hour) = extreme nausea.

do the swimming pool rule and wait at least an hour before becoming active.

reality

five days back in the real world and i'm suddenly realizing that the next six months is going to bring drastic change in my life (hopefully in a good way). in this economy, what can a college graduate expect, especially one who wants to stay in this beautiful and painfully expensive city? My lease will be up the same time i graduate which means that i'll have no more loans to rely on to pay rent. i work part-time at ______________ at minimum wage. i cannot afford a studio without the help of borrowed/obese- interest moneys. as for finding a job in my major without much work experience? good luck with that. if i could get paid eating and/or shopping, i'd probably be a millionaire. perhaps even a billionaire! i have mad taste.

friends

like new ones, but love old ones.

pine street post office

i could write a hundred bad yelps about you.
why do you have 2 people working, when there are 25 people in line?
why don't you have an express line for those who just want to pick up packages or buy stamps?
why can't you see that 40 minutes is much too much time to waste waiting?

spay your cats

never owned a cat before. if you didn't know, unspayed cats in heat make the most disturbing sounds you could never imagine. not to mention that they stick their asses up at you because they want something, anything, to relieve their horniness. yes, even you, human.

jetlag?

still running on peruvian time. that is, since the sun is down, my eyes are extremely heavy for want of sleep. but there will be no rooster to wake me in the morning here.

if you are american

go to a developing country and discover what a spoiled brat you are.