Go and see House of Flying Daggers ASAP. The dude who played Jin was HOT, for real,Yum.
Today we rented a car. Mariel, Motu, 100lb man and myself went to Target. We tried to go to the nice one in Daly City, but ended up at a really gross one near the airport. It ended up working though because we totally snuck Motu into the store, he sat in the cart the whole time. Big ups to Mariel - I probably would not have thought to put him in the cart.
Then we went on a quest to find the In n' Out Burger, that was "right near the Target". Yeah well we drove all around the towns up and down El Camino De Real Road. We finally found it
Fuck it even i am bored with this story, It was more interesting that it sounds. I am going to eat a Krispy Creme Doughnut because In n' Out Burger was in the same plaza as the Krispe Creme! I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. The line to the drive through was around the whole place. The inside was creamed. I waited with Buddy in the car while M + J went into the place
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
3 Days until Christmas
Well as you all know, we are coming to the final stretch before I get presents. This is somewhat disconcerting as there are no presents for me under the tree. There are several for jon and none for me:(
As this is literally the first xmas away from my family, I was feeling a little like, well, since I am not going to be there, i better make my presents poignant. So that my mom can cry when she opens my very thoughtful nightgown and chocolates and think of her firstborn child all the way across the county. Anticipating my family thinking the same way, I have been greeting the mail man enthusiastically in hopes he is bringing my presents. It turns out no, i got a check in the mail.
I am also sick. Does anyone else get sick right around the first day of their period? I mean I don't get sick very often but when I do, it is always right around the time aunt flo makes her appearance. Just an extra pain in the ass from good old mother nature...
Speaking of, I hope all of you on the east coast are weathering this storm toasty warm inside enjoying the tea of your choice.
I was at the Department of Public Health today. Did you know in California you have to go to the same place for death and birth certificates. It costs $15 to get a birth certificate, and $13 to get a death certificate. I find this interesting and fascinating. While I was waiting for my appointment, I was trying to figure out who was there for what. The babies were pretty easy. Just listen for baby noises and look for exhausted bleary-eyed parents. The deaths were also pretty easy to figure out. I wonder how long you have to wait or who can go and get them because there was no one crying or having hysterics or anything like that. perhaps it would be unseemly to display emotion in a government building...
As this is literally the first xmas away from my family, I was feeling a little like, well, since I am not going to be there, i better make my presents poignant. So that my mom can cry when she opens my very thoughtful nightgown and chocolates and think of her firstborn child all the way across the county. Anticipating my family thinking the same way, I have been greeting the mail man enthusiastically in hopes he is bringing my presents. It turns out no, i got a check in the mail.
I am also sick. Does anyone else get sick right around the first day of their period? I mean I don't get sick very often but when I do, it is always right around the time aunt flo makes her appearance. Just an extra pain in the ass from good old mother nature...
Speaking of, I hope all of you on the east coast are weathering this storm toasty warm inside enjoying the tea of your choice.
I was at the Department of Public Health today. Did you know in California you have to go to the same place for death and birth certificates. It costs $15 to get a birth certificate, and $13 to get a death certificate. I find this interesting and fascinating. While I was waiting for my appointment, I was trying to figure out who was there for what. The babies were pretty easy. Just listen for baby noises and look for exhausted bleary-eyed parents. The deaths were also pretty easy to figure out. I wonder how long you have to wait or who can go and get them because there was no one crying or having hysterics or anything like that. perhaps it would be unseemly to display emotion in a government building...
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Busy couple o days
I got sick like yesterday at some point.
This could be due to the fact that Darren tore through SF yesterday for like 22 hours. 22 hours of drinking and generally abusing our bodies...
There are going to be big changes on the 5th floor in Brooklyn is all I am saying without really gossiping.
Darren left at like 12:30 Monday and Jenny Walty arrived at 5 pm. She is applying to grad schools while getting her family gathering on...
Then Jon and I are going to stare at each other until Mariel arrives on the 27th.
I am looking forward to xmas and having jon home for a couple of days. He was supposed to get the week between xmas and new years off but now he has some crazy deadline that he has to meet so he will not be able to take the days off. I guess it really worked out for the best that we stayed here for the holidays.
I love my family DEARLY. However, sleeping on a freezing rubber mattress for any amount of time is no fun. So I am going to sleep very late on Xmas morning and then go outside and enjoy the 60 degree weather.
I feel terrible. One side of my face feel like what elephant man looked like. The other side is dripping. I think I have a fever.
Has anyone ever wondered the difference between rye and pumpernickle bread?
This could be due to the fact that Darren tore through SF yesterday for like 22 hours. 22 hours of drinking and generally abusing our bodies...
There are going to be big changes on the 5th floor in Brooklyn is all I am saying without really gossiping.
Darren left at like 12:30 Monday and Jenny Walty arrived at 5 pm. She is applying to grad schools while getting her family gathering on...
Then Jon and I are going to stare at each other until Mariel arrives on the 27th.
I am looking forward to xmas and having jon home for a couple of days. He was supposed to get the week between xmas and new years off but now he has some crazy deadline that he has to meet so he will not be able to take the days off. I guess it really worked out for the best that we stayed here for the holidays.
I love my family DEARLY. However, sleeping on a freezing rubber mattress for any amount of time is no fun. So I am going to sleep very late on Xmas morning and then go outside and enjoy the 60 degree weather.
I feel terrible. One side of my face feel like what elephant man looked like. The other side is dripping. I think I have a fever.
Has anyone ever wondered the difference between rye and pumpernickle bread?
Monday, December 13, 2004
Congratulations Alek
Maria had a baby yesterday. Welcome Alek John, all 9lbs 10 oz and 21"of you. Maria magically passed a 15" head out of her cooter. You go girl!
However,
If we were using some trite comic book like banner it would look something like
"meanwhile across the country in san Francisco, an unsuspecting couple..."
Take in the latest technological feat of a movie, mass-cultural orgy "the incredible." Who is the voice for the father?
Then we went to eat at this lovely restaurant Azie. It was super yum. A french-asian fusion success story. Emboldened by a hearty mean and a couple of martinis. We went to the Power Exchange, this weird sex fetish club. It was like $10 to get in and there were 7 people there and most of the time I was the only woman. The place was dead so Jon and I left and got more booze and headed back hoping to see something. This was the worst sex club ever, there was no sex! There were like 4 guys there with their cocks out, masturbating. There was this display of fleshy horror of an S&M fantasy going on, it was horrifying. Surprisingly I had like a 5-minute conversation with a guy who had his cock out and was whacking off the whole time I was talking to him. Even though it sounds weird and looks weird when I read it, at the time it seemed perfectly acceptable. Like 7 of the 7 men there propositioned me to have sex with them, then they would all follow jon and I around to see if we were going to have sex so they could watch. It was like a twisted carnival, you didn't know who or what was going to be around the corner. Jon suspiciously went to the gay floor repeatedly. Hmmmmmm.
I had a headache all day today from the booze from last night.
One of the Xmas presents from me to me has been a case of wine. It arrived today and I am sipping a delicious Shiraz / Merlot blend yumster.
I take two visits to wine country and I think I am miss smarty wine know it all.
However,
If we were using some trite comic book like banner it would look something like
"meanwhile across the country in san Francisco, an unsuspecting couple..."
Take in the latest technological feat of a movie, mass-cultural orgy "the incredible." Who is the voice for the father?
Then we went to eat at this lovely restaurant Azie. It was super yum. A french-asian fusion success story. Emboldened by a hearty mean and a couple of martinis. We went to the Power Exchange, this weird sex fetish club. It was like $10 to get in and there were 7 people there and most of the time I was the only woman. The place was dead so Jon and I left and got more booze and headed back hoping to see something. This was the worst sex club ever, there was no sex! There were like 4 guys there with their cocks out, masturbating. There was this display of fleshy horror of an S&M fantasy going on, it was horrifying. Surprisingly I had like a 5-minute conversation with a guy who had his cock out and was whacking off the whole time I was talking to him. Even though it sounds weird and looks weird when I read it, at the time it seemed perfectly acceptable. Like 7 of the 7 men there propositioned me to have sex with them, then they would all follow jon and I around to see if we were going to have sex so they could watch. It was like a twisted carnival, you didn't know who or what was going to be around the corner. Jon suspiciously went to the gay floor repeatedly. Hmmmmmm.
I had a headache all day today from the booze from last night.
One of the Xmas presents from me to me has been a case of wine. It arrived today and I am sipping a delicious Shiraz / Merlot blend yumster.
I take two visits to wine country and I think I am miss smarty wine know it all.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Looking for Fair Trade
I awoke to the loudest sound in the world at 6 am.
I went out to the kitchen because I am sure that the kitties had pulled down our xmas tree.
In fact, Otis had knocked down a casserole dish and lid. There was glass EVERYWHERE. It must have sounded like the sky was falling to our downstairs neighbor.
I had a tiny (large) meltdown and after I ranted and raved and chased Otis around the house. I picked up the glass and he had broken the wrong lid! Little f*cker couldn't even break the corresponding lid! Jon was like, "kristen it is ok, we can get another one." This sent me right back into my mental mania. That is soooo not the point. It was a piece of CorningWare. The idea of that sh*t is to buy it once in your lifetime. It isn't expensive or anything like that, just something I was hoping I would never have to think about again.
Really I think the thing that kills me the most is that he broke a different lid. Like it was an intentional big F.U.
The result was the following ads on Craig's list:
Looking for Fair Trade (lower haight)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: anon-51400638@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-12-07, 2:51PM PST
Two neutered male white cats, brothers MUST stay together.
Looking to trade for two bikes - street, hybrid, mountain - all considered.
One cat is fat, deaf, and destructive. The other is skinny and skittish. Both beautiful cats.
email for photo
AND:
Two Cats Available
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: anon-51402214@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-12-07, 2:59PM PST
Two, male, neutered, white, cats for adoption. They are dependent brothers and must stay together.
One is fat and deaf, the other is skinny and skittish. They are 5 and 7 years old respectively.
They come with fairly recent health certificates (July 04) and fancy, sherpa, carrying-bags.
Email for photo.
I haven't gotten any responses yet. I can't tell if I would really get rid of them either. At least I know I hate them. What if someone was REALLY mean to them? If the right person came along though...
I went out to the kitchen because I am sure that the kitties had pulled down our xmas tree.
In fact, Otis had knocked down a casserole dish and lid. There was glass EVERYWHERE. It must have sounded like the sky was falling to our downstairs neighbor.
I had a tiny (large) meltdown and after I ranted and raved and chased Otis around the house. I picked up the glass and he had broken the wrong lid! Little f*cker couldn't even break the corresponding lid! Jon was like, "kristen it is ok, we can get another one." This sent me right back into my mental mania. That is soooo not the point. It was a piece of CorningWare. The idea of that sh*t is to buy it once in your lifetime. It isn't expensive or anything like that, just something I was hoping I would never have to think about again.
Really I think the thing that kills me the most is that he broke a different lid. Like it was an intentional big F.U.
The result was the following ads on Craig's list:
Looking for Fair Trade (lower haight)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: anon-51400638@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-12-07, 2:51PM PST
Two neutered male white cats, brothers MUST stay together.
Looking to trade for two bikes - street, hybrid, mountain - all considered.
One cat is fat, deaf, and destructive. The other is skinny and skittish. Both beautiful cats.
email for photo
AND:
Two Cats Available
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: anon-51402214@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-12-07, 2:59PM PST
Two, male, neutered, white, cats for adoption. They are dependent brothers and must stay together.
One is fat and deaf, the other is skinny and skittish. They are 5 and 7 years old respectively.
They come with fairly recent health certificates (July 04) and fancy, sherpa, carrying-bags.
Email for photo.
I haven't gotten any responses yet. I can't tell if I would really get rid of them either. At least I know I hate them. What if someone was REALLY mean to them? If the right person came along though...
Friday, December 03, 2004
Mortification Station
OK, I am literally about to die of embarrassment.
This morning I went for a jog with Motu, and then to the coffee shop for a latte and then walked around a little bit more and then came home.
I just came home and went to the bathroom. I went to go pull my jogging pants up and there is a huge hole in them. Right in the ass. Actually, the hole goes from the top of my veiny, cottage-cheese thighs, exposing the veritable canyon that is the crease which separates my ass from my thighs, to my ridiculous baby blue plaid underpants. If there was a less attractive part of my body I don't know what it is. I almost wish I had a tit out or something, at least those are nice...
There were all these high schools kids laughing. But I was like "kristen, don't be paranoid, the teenagers are not laughing at you." In hindsight, I could die.
Oh my god - In the park I was stretching and all the dog walkers were really gawking and I was like, "wow maybe I am not noticing a difference with the jogging but these gross dog walkers can't get enough."
Fucking Otis. If I hadn't actually witnessed my cat eating cotton, especially cotton spandex blends, I wouldn't believe it. I would think I had a large army of moths.
I could die a thousands deaths right now. I was talking to people in the park! OMG as if I need a reason to never show my face in the outside again.
I have to get rid of these cats. Motu is not destructive at all. My cats however, toss their litter and shit all over the hardwood floors. They race around the apartment and meow as loud as possible from 5:30 until Jon gets up at 7:00. The puke constantly. Not to even mention the white cat hair that is EVERYWHERE. I have to find some crazy cat lady to take them. Fortunately, they are beautiful cats I bet it wouldn't be hard to get rid of them...Any Takers?
If not I am going to wait until Sarah comes back from Korea and then give her a "welcome home" present.
This morning I went for a jog with Motu, and then to the coffee shop for a latte and then walked around a little bit more and then came home.
I just came home and went to the bathroom. I went to go pull my jogging pants up and there is a huge hole in them. Right in the ass. Actually, the hole goes from the top of my veiny, cottage-cheese thighs, exposing the veritable canyon that is the crease which separates my ass from my thighs, to my ridiculous baby blue plaid underpants. If there was a less attractive part of my body I don't know what it is. I almost wish I had a tit out or something, at least those are nice...
There were all these high schools kids laughing. But I was like "kristen, don't be paranoid, the teenagers are not laughing at you." In hindsight, I could die.
Oh my god - In the park I was stretching and all the dog walkers were really gawking and I was like, "wow maybe I am not noticing a difference with the jogging but these gross dog walkers can't get enough."
Fucking Otis. If I hadn't actually witnessed my cat eating cotton, especially cotton spandex blends, I wouldn't believe it. I would think I had a large army of moths.
I could die a thousands deaths right now. I was talking to people in the park! OMG as if I need a reason to never show my face in the outside again.
I have to get rid of these cats. Motu is not destructive at all. My cats however, toss their litter and shit all over the hardwood floors. They race around the apartment and meow as loud as possible from 5:30 until Jon gets up at 7:00. The puke constantly. Not to even mention the white cat hair that is EVERYWHERE. I have to find some crazy cat lady to take them. Fortunately, they are beautiful cats I bet it wouldn't be hard to get rid of them...Any Takers?
If not I am going to wait until Sarah comes back from Korea and then give her a "welcome home" present.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Martin Amis
"In the spiritual science of Rudolf Steiner, he describes a period of time called Kamaloka when shortly after death we review our life. During this stage we live our life backwards - we experience feelings in reverse. If we harmed someone during our life, during Kamaloka, we re-experience our interactions with others from their feeling states. Thus if we made someone feel good, we feel good. If we caused them pain, we experience the pain they felt as our own pain. The Christian concept of sin leading to suffering in Hell seems consonant with Steiner's description of kamaloka. The other Christian concept of "if you suffer on earth, your reward will be in heaven" also fits nicely. Completing the process of kamaloka returns one to a childlike state, free from sorrow, and, as a child, prepares us "to enter the kingdom of heaven."" [http://www.doyletics.com/art/taart.htm Dec.1,2004]
This is the philosophical/ spiritual premise of the very interesting book I just finished by Martin Amis. It was a little annoying at first because nothing makes sense and I was like WTF? Where is this going? Do I care?
However once you get into the flow of his writing is it actually quite persuasive. I am about as incredulous a reader as you are going to get. And after I got used to the narrative train I was "All Aboard." Even after putting the book down I am still contemplating life in reverse. Amis was able to find a novel way to talk about the holocaust, especially from the perpetrators.
No doubt this book takes patience. There are certainly some blaring inconsistencies but the idea and the skill at which you are inserted into this completely foreign time structure cannot be denied.
Amis very carefully constructs a narrator who is separate but inexorably connected to the main character. I am not sure if who this person is ever clearly defined. Is he a victim of the holocaust or an "angel" or something? I am not sure. But great little book, that really left me with an alternate perspective even if just briefly...
This is the philosophical/ spiritual premise of the very interesting book I just finished by Martin Amis. It was a little annoying at first because nothing makes sense and I was like WTF? Where is this going? Do I care?
However once you get into the flow of his writing is it actually quite persuasive. I am about as incredulous a reader as you are going to get. And after I got used to the narrative train I was "All Aboard." Even after putting the book down I am still contemplating life in reverse. Amis was able to find a novel way to talk about the holocaust, especially from the perpetrators.
No doubt this book takes patience. There are certainly some blaring inconsistencies but the idea and the skill at which you are inserted into this completely foreign time structure cannot be denied.
Amis very carefully constructs a narrator who is separate but inexorably connected to the main character. I am not sure if who this person is ever clearly defined. Is he a victim of the holocaust or an "angel" or something? I am not sure. But great little book, that really left me with an alternate perspective even if just briefly...
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Well now it is official
I guess I do live in a bad neighborhood.
While I was on the phone with Maria and her eminent baby, there were two shots fired right in Haight, like 4 doors down from us. Yeeks!
Then there were literally 4,000 cops in the area within minutes. We knew something serious was up when there was that quick a response. Apparently there was an "altercation" and a cop was dragged by a fleeing car and dragged a little bit and that was when the cop's partner shot 2x. The whole street was closed up.
Today I decided I needed to get my nails done. I met up with Veronica and now my toes are this awesome, ashlee simpson-esque black. I am so pseudo-punk!
Please don't go see Finding Neverland. Of course Johnny Depp was AMAZING, and he has this unbelievably adorable Scottish accent. But the movie sucked a big one.
Also don't go to Starbucks. Especially, don't try the gingerbread lattes. They are perhaps the yummiest thing, EVER.
Veronica's man works for Budweiser (I can really pick 'em) and so she gave me a ride home and two cases of beer and her old expresso maker. SCORE!
While I was on the phone with Maria and her eminent baby, there were two shots fired right in Haight, like 4 doors down from us. Yeeks!
Then there were literally 4,000 cops in the area within minutes. We knew something serious was up when there was that quick a response. Apparently there was an "altercation" and a cop was dragged by a fleeing car and dragged a little bit and that was when the cop's partner shot 2x. The whole street was closed up.
Today I decided I needed to get my nails done. I met up with Veronica and now my toes are this awesome, ashlee simpson-esque black. I am so pseudo-punk!
Please don't go see Finding Neverland. Of course Johnny Depp was AMAZING, and he has this unbelievably adorable Scottish accent. But the movie sucked a big one.
Also don't go to Starbucks. Especially, don't try the gingerbread lattes. They are perhaps the yummiest thing, EVER.
Veronica's man works for Budweiser (I can really pick 'em) and so she gave me a ride home and two cases of beer and her old expresso maker. SCORE!
Friday, November 19, 2004
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Reflections
Some things I have done that I swore I would never do:
1) Buy and wear Birkenstocks, sure they are German, but really, let's face it together, they are hippie shoes.
2) Be unemployed for more than a year in a row.
3) Hate and resent my cats to the point I am going to sell them to Gillette or another company that does animals testing.
4) Act like my father.
5) Wear gold.
6) Change my last name when I got married.
7) Blog.
8) Use personal ads to find friends.
9) Listen to Jessica Simpson without irony. This can be extended to Ashlee as well.
10) Watch and like Sex and the City, let’s not even talk about Dawson’s Creek.
and these are just the PG ones...
1) Buy and wear Birkenstocks, sure they are German, but really, let's face it together, they are hippie shoes.
2) Be unemployed for more than a year in a row.
3) Hate and resent my cats to the point I am going to sell them to Gillette or another company that does animals testing.
4) Act like my father.
5) Wear gold.
6) Change my last name when I got married.
7) Blog.
8) Use personal ads to find friends.
9) Listen to Jessica Simpson without irony. This can be extended to Ashlee as well.
10) Watch and like Sex and the City, let’s not even talk about Dawson’s Creek.
and these are just the PG ones...
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Uhgh
http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=256732
This story makes me feel sick.
What are we supposed to do with this sort of information. Marines are killing unarmed, injured Iraqis in Mosques.
I am the last person on this continent to support Bush's infraction into Iraq. But once we are "at war" how are these "soldiers" supposed to differentiate between the "enemy" and the ones they are supposed to be protecting.
I feel like that is some sophisticated thinking we are requiring from 18-26 year old men and women who have been brainwashed by their government.
How are these people supposed to re-enter society when this "war" is over?
This is going to divide the country even further...
my hands are shaking and my palms sweating.
This story makes me feel sick.
What are we supposed to do with this sort of information. Marines are killing unarmed, injured Iraqis in Mosques.
I am the last person on this continent to support Bush's infraction into Iraq. But once we are "at war" how are these "soldiers" supposed to differentiate between the "enemy" and the ones they are supposed to be protecting.
I feel like that is some sophisticated thinking we are requiring from 18-26 year old men and women who have been brainwashed by their government.
How are these people supposed to re-enter society when this "war" is over?
This is going to divide the country even further...
my hands are shaking and my palms sweating.
Singles
I love love love the new Snoop and Pharrell single. "Drop It Like It's Hot"
I am in love with Pharrell. He is my guy. Right up there with late 1950's through mid-60's Paul Newman.
Both Sexy MFs. Two dudes I would make a Kristen sandwich with (of course assuming time is flexible, PN is GROSS now.)
Conversely, I hate hate hate the Alicia Keyes and Usher song, "My Boo," which is weird because I like both of the artists.
I am in love with Pharrell. He is my guy. Right up there with late 1950's through mid-60's Paul Newman.
Both Sexy MFs. Two dudes I would make a Kristen sandwich with (of course assuming time is flexible, PN is GROSS now.)
Conversely, I hate hate hate the Alicia Keyes and Usher song, "My Boo," which is weird because I like both of the artists.
New Job?
My hair is all long and scraggly. Yet can I make the appointment and spend the $$ to get it cut? Of course not.
So I am walking by one of the literally 12 hair salons in a 4 block radius of my apt and I see the sign "Hair Model Wanted."
I was too embarrassed to go in and volunteer so I went home and called to sign up. Then all these fears started to set in, I imagined myself the center of attention for an entire class of potential hair stylist. Then Joey called. Imagine my surprise to find the lady's name to be Joey, coinciding my newfound obsession with Dawson's Creek. And she is going to "blunt cut" the back and
"piece cut" to frame my face. It is Joey's last test before she becomes a fully licensed stylist and it is just going to be her and the boss of the salon. I went in so she could see my hair, she said I was "perfect." You know people don't say that to me nearly enough. But THAT is what momma is talking about. Two women, cutting and talking about my hair for two hours. I will post before and after shots, I am going in Thursday night.
Last night I bought two bottles of wine. A cabernet sauvignon and a pino grigio. I read in some wine website that this vineyard was putting out wonderful, inexpensive wines with a twist top instead of a cork. We drank the red last night and now I have such a tremendous headache, and here it is like 15 hours later. I should have known since the wine company is called Pepi.
Also I watched the second season opener of Dawson's Creek. It is the one that Jenn's grandpa died. I bawled. I like the relationship between jenn and her gram. But I have to wonder what kind of parents send their child away to their elderly mother at 16? Are children more difficult than at that age?
Also, I think the second season is where I started to dislike the show when it was first on. All these new characters come in like suicide Andi and gay Jack McFee. Also Joey and Dawson finally snog, and I am like, who cares? Where has the tension gone? I am glad that Pacey and Joey are the ones that "end up" together in the season finally.
Yesterday I did like 3 hours of research on Dawson's Creek. There was a big finally that ends the show which is supposed to take place when they are all like 26 or something. Someone dies. Her name rhymes with Jenn and is Jenn.
I wish TBS would start re-running Party of Five. That was a great show...
My head is bumping and the fucking dog next door will not shut up. Wow. I yelled at him through the wall and he stopped. For like 15 seconds.
So I am walking by one of the literally 12 hair salons in a 4 block radius of my apt and I see the sign "Hair Model Wanted."
I was too embarrassed to go in and volunteer so I went home and called to sign up. Then all these fears started to set in, I imagined myself the center of attention for an entire class of potential hair stylist. Then Joey called. Imagine my surprise to find the lady's name to be Joey, coinciding my newfound obsession with Dawson's Creek. And she is going to "blunt cut" the back and
"piece cut" to frame my face. It is Joey's last test before she becomes a fully licensed stylist and it is just going to be her and the boss of the salon. I went in so she could see my hair, she said I was "perfect." You know people don't say that to me nearly enough. But THAT is what momma is talking about. Two women, cutting and talking about my hair for two hours. I will post before and after shots, I am going in Thursday night.
Last night I bought two bottles of wine. A cabernet sauvignon and a pino grigio. I read in some wine website that this vineyard was putting out wonderful, inexpensive wines with a twist top instead of a cork. We drank the red last night and now I have such a tremendous headache, and here it is like 15 hours later. I should have known since the wine company is called Pepi.
Also I watched the second season opener of Dawson's Creek. It is the one that Jenn's grandpa died. I bawled. I like the relationship between jenn and her gram. But I have to wonder what kind of parents send their child away to their elderly mother at 16? Are children more difficult than at that age?
Also, I think the second season is where I started to dislike the show when it was first on. All these new characters come in like suicide Andi and gay Jack McFee. Also Joey and Dawson finally snog, and I am like, who cares? Where has the tension gone? I am glad that Pacey and Joey are the ones that "end up" together in the season finally.
Yesterday I did like 3 hours of research on Dawson's Creek. There was a big finally that ends the show which is supposed to take place when they are all like 26 or something. Someone dies. Her name rhymes with Jenn and is Jenn.
I wish TBS would start re-running Party of Five. That was a great show...
My head is bumping and the fucking dog next door will not shut up. Wow. I yelled at him through the wall and he stopped. For like 15 seconds.
Monday, November 15, 2004
How does it end up this way?
oops...
But for real. I start watching dawson's creek as a total gas. I thought it would be an entertaining way to spend a depressing morning.
Now it is all I can think about. It was a REALLY good show before they all started having sex with one another.
Dawson and Joey c'mon, they are one of the most unspent sexual tension filled couples of our time. Right up there with Mork and Mindy, Mulder and Scully, Brandon and Andrea.
We want to see the implied lust, real lust (on tv)is sorta creepy and gross...
In other amusing news, Motu and I went jogging today. Then when we got back Motu and I were in bad shape and don't you know we see the hot neighbor from across the street. Honestly, I don't know anyone in this town, how is it when I am sweaty, red, blotchy, and can barely summon enough saliva to respond, does the hot neighbor want to ask me all these questions?
But for real. I start watching dawson's creek as a total gas. I thought it would be an entertaining way to spend a depressing morning.
Now it is all I can think about. It was a REALLY good show before they all started having sex with one another.
Dawson and Joey c'mon, they are one of the most unspent sexual tension filled couples of our time. Right up there with Mork and Mindy, Mulder and Scully, Brandon and Andrea.
We want to see the implied lust, real lust (on tv)is sorta creepy and gross...
In other amusing news, Motu and I went jogging today. Then when we got back Motu and I were in bad shape and don't you know we see the hot neighbor from across the street. Honestly, I don't know anyone in this town, how is it when I am sweaty, red, blotchy, and can barely summon enough saliva to respond, does the hot neighbor want to ask me all these questions?
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Rainy Day
As the title suggests, today was a rainy day.
I woke up really early and decided the best way to spend the morning was watching TV shows that I never watch like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charmed and not one, but two episodes of Dawson's Creek.
Then I went to Radio Shack and bought a laser pointer. I feel hours and hours of teasing the dog fun...
Currently reading Gore Vidal, The City and the Pillar. I am thoroughly enjoying his effortless prose.
Currently listening to poor, dead, Elliot Smith's posthumously release album, From A Basement on a Hill. It sounds too produced. And before where there were traces of Beatles influence, it seems much more palatable on this album. Not that being influenced by the Beatles is a bad thing, if you have to pay homage to a band...
But I can't not like it. It is very painful, how could it not be from a guy who stabbed himself in the chest to commit suicide...
I woke up really early and decided the best way to spend the morning was watching TV shows that I never watch like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charmed and not one, but two episodes of Dawson's Creek.
Then I went to Radio Shack and bought a laser pointer. I feel hours and hours of teasing the dog fun...
Currently reading Gore Vidal, The City and the Pillar. I am thoroughly enjoying his effortless prose.
Currently listening to poor, dead, Elliot Smith's posthumously release album, From A Basement on a Hill. It sounds too produced. And before where there were traces of Beatles influence, it seems much more palatable on this album. Not that being influenced by the Beatles is a bad thing, if you have to pay homage to a band...
But I can't not like it. It is very painful, how could it not be from a guy who stabbed himself in the chest to commit suicide...
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Near Dog Experience
Well I just got back from the dogpark where I was unceremoniously baptized in my latte.
Motu was playing with a 7 month old pit bull. Well the pit-bull, miss foxy brown, was playing, I think Motu was running for his life. And the two of them ran up on the bench and dumped my latte everywhere. pooh!
Last weekend we met with a dog trainer named Linda. She does a doggie rescue as well. And we our training session was winding down, she mentioned that she had a 12 week old female Boston that she needed to place. I immediately volunteered. If/ When we get another dog I want a female. So Linda kept us dangling for the week my parents were here and then called on Friday and said she was going to bring her over. I thought it would be adorable to have her at home when jon got here.
But then Linda called back saying one of her rescues was failing and she was going to have to bring him into the vet. So no puppy that night. Then jon and I talked about it and I found out that Jon really wasn't into getting a puppy right now. It is the beginning of winter and it would be a pain to train. And really we are getting to a point with Motu where he can be left alone and we can trust him to have to start all over again. Jon has been under a lot of pressure at work and I didn't want to add to it. And those of you that remember how well I did when Motu was a puppy will recall I nearly went off the deep end.
Then my father said that it was selfish of me to get a puppy, not in those words exactly but I got his meaning. He was right and so there is no Sister. Isn't that a great name? Jon came up with it.
We will probably get one next year. Jon is afraid we would get kicked out of here if we got another dog too.
So maybe in Feb or March of next year there will be a different Sister. I almost wish I never saw her picture cause she is super cute.
Motu was playing with a 7 month old pit bull. Well the pit-bull, miss foxy brown, was playing, I think Motu was running for his life. And the two of them ran up on the bench and dumped my latte everywhere. pooh!
Last weekend we met with a dog trainer named Linda. She does a doggie rescue as well. And we our training session was winding down, she mentioned that she had a 12 week old female Boston that she needed to place. I immediately volunteered. If/ When we get another dog I want a female. So Linda kept us dangling for the week my parents were here and then called on Friday and said she was going to bring her over. I thought it would be adorable to have her at home when jon got here.
But then Linda called back saying one of her rescues was failing and she was going to have to bring him into the vet. So no puppy that night. Then jon and I talked about it and I found out that Jon really wasn't into getting a puppy right now. It is the beginning of winter and it would be a pain to train. And really we are getting to a point with Motu where he can be left alone and we can trust him to have to start all over again. Jon has been under a lot of pressure at work and I didn't want to add to it. And those of you that remember how well I did when Motu was a puppy will recall I nearly went off the deep end.
Then my father said that it was selfish of me to get a puppy, not in those words exactly but I got his meaning. He was right and so there is no Sister. Isn't that a great name? Jon came up with it.
We will probably get one next year. Jon is afraid we would get kicked out of here if we got another dog too.
So maybe in Feb or March of next year there will be a different Sister. I almost wish I never saw her picture cause she is super cute.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Boo Hoo
Well I am a little late to comment on the state of the nation.
I watched the electoral votes come in with baited breathe. Stupid Ohio...
My parents just left. They arrived here on Halloween.
Halloween in San Francisco is AMAZING. People go crazy! I saw all manner of naked people.
I saw this gay leather man's wiener. I pointed it out to my mom, and we both stared and then talked about it. There had to have been like 250,000-300,000 people at the parade. Everyone was dressed up, except us. Jon and I couldn't get into it knowing the 'rents were coming. I also saw some naked lesbians.
But I have seen more of Sf in the last 5 days than I have in the 4 months I have been here, my father has endless energy! We went to Fisherman's Wharf and went on this very cool submarine from WWII, we took a cable car ride, and ate chowder (must be pronounced Chaw-da, a la the Kennedy accent) and crabs. The next day we went to Alcatraz, which I thought was going to be lame but then it was cool. The cells were creepy even though there were hundreds of other people there.
Then we went and traveled over the Golden Gate Bridge and parked on the other side and then walked over it. When buses go by it makes the whole thing sway and was really quite unnerving. Then we went to Ft Funston, that people told me was very cool and it was, there are these unbelievable bluffs. Motu ran up to it and then I went to look why he stopped so suddenly. It was a shear drop of about 300+ feet. Holy bejezus! We went to Ft. Mason and my mom and I walked around while my dad ran over the GG Bridge and back. He ran like 9 miles in a little over an hour. Very impressive for a guy who has only been running for a couple of years.
Thursday we went to Sonoma, aka wine country.
We only went to two vineyards but this time jon and I bought lots of wine. well my dad bought us a bunch too. I like Sonoma county so much more than Napa. Napa is a little tacky. Sonoma is not as built up and seemed to have more natural beauty.
We rented movies every night, as there wasn't any movies we could all agree on in the theater. We saw, Man on Fire with Denzel Washington. What an AWESOME movie. If you are ever looking for a movie to fulfill your blood lust, this is it. So violent and messy. Also The Day After Tomorrow, which was that apocalypse movie with Denis Quaid. Another surprisingly good movie. It was cool to see the Statue of Liberty covered with huge waves and then snow and jazz. The special effects were really cool.
White Chicks was exactly as you would expect. Sorta lame with like two funny parts that revolve around gay humor. And finally we saw Saved, with one of my favorites, Mandy Moore. Another good movie. I love teen movies and this dealt with teens in an intelligent and meaningful way. I would highly recommend it.
If I ever had to pick between Mandy Moore, Amanda Bynes, Hilary Duff, and Lindsay Lohan, I would have to sacrifice myself. I love those girls!
My parents came loaded with tons of Red Sox paraphernalia, hats and t-shirts. They are so cute. They even brought me a Giants hat (which I have been too lazy to get), and my favorite penuche fudge from Heberts Candy. YUM.
So Motu and I are a little down, and sad. It was a great visit. It is always better to have guests leave you wanting more, you know leave on a high note.
I will send out the links to the pictures soon.
Mariel, you may be amused to note that I got my father describing things as "all jacked up" by the time he left.
I watched the electoral votes come in with baited breathe. Stupid Ohio...
My parents just left. They arrived here on Halloween.
Halloween in San Francisco is AMAZING. People go crazy! I saw all manner of naked people.
I saw this gay leather man's wiener. I pointed it out to my mom, and we both stared and then talked about it. There had to have been like 250,000-300,000 people at the parade. Everyone was dressed up, except us. Jon and I couldn't get into it knowing the 'rents were coming. I also saw some naked lesbians.
But I have seen more of Sf in the last 5 days than I have in the 4 months I have been here, my father has endless energy! We went to Fisherman's Wharf and went on this very cool submarine from WWII, we took a cable car ride, and ate chowder (must be pronounced Chaw-da, a la the Kennedy accent) and crabs. The next day we went to Alcatraz, which I thought was going to be lame but then it was cool. The cells were creepy even though there were hundreds of other people there.
Then we went and traveled over the Golden Gate Bridge and parked on the other side and then walked over it. When buses go by it makes the whole thing sway and was really quite unnerving. Then we went to Ft Funston, that people told me was very cool and it was, there are these unbelievable bluffs. Motu ran up to it and then I went to look why he stopped so suddenly. It was a shear drop of about 300+ feet. Holy bejezus! We went to Ft. Mason and my mom and I walked around while my dad ran over the GG Bridge and back. He ran like 9 miles in a little over an hour. Very impressive for a guy who has only been running for a couple of years.
Thursday we went to Sonoma, aka wine country.
We only went to two vineyards but this time jon and I bought lots of wine. well my dad bought us a bunch too. I like Sonoma county so much more than Napa. Napa is a little tacky. Sonoma is not as built up and seemed to have more natural beauty.
We rented movies every night, as there wasn't any movies we could all agree on in the theater. We saw, Man on Fire with Denzel Washington. What an AWESOME movie. If you are ever looking for a movie to fulfill your blood lust, this is it. So violent and messy. Also The Day After Tomorrow, which was that apocalypse movie with Denis Quaid. Another surprisingly good movie. It was cool to see the Statue of Liberty covered with huge waves and then snow and jazz. The special effects were really cool.
White Chicks was exactly as you would expect. Sorta lame with like two funny parts that revolve around gay humor. And finally we saw Saved, with one of my favorites, Mandy Moore. Another good movie. I love teen movies and this dealt with teens in an intelligent and meaningful way. I would highly recommend it.
If I ever had to pick between Mandy Moore, Amanda Bynes, Hilary Duff, and Lindsay Lohan, I would have to sacrifice myself. I love those girls!
My parents came loaded with tons of Red Sox paraphernalia, hats and t-shirts. They are so cute. They even brought me a Giants hat (which I have been too lazy to get), and my favorite penuche fudge from Heberts Candy. YUM.
So Motu and I are a little down, and sad. It was a great visit. It is always better to have guests leave you wanting more, you know leave on a high note.
I will send out the links to the pictures soon.
Mariel, you may be amused to note that I got my father describing things as "all jacked up" by the time he left.
Friday, October 29, 2004
He's got what?
I found a flea on Motu and of course this sent me into a tizzy.
Because if Motu gets fleas then the stupid kitties will get fleas and well, it would be ugly.
So Even though I went over Motu with a flea comb and found nothing this doesn't really mean anything because Motu loves to play with homeless peoples' dogs in the park. Don't ask me why you would have a dog if you don't have a home...Needless to say your dog having fleas is not your main concern.
So the other night Jon is like, "kristen come here quick." He is easily skeeved by bugs so I assume he saw something. I go over and Jon gingerly rolls motu over to show me this black thing embedded in Motu's skin.
I laughed and walked away, Dr. Jon had discovered Motu's nipples.
Ha ha.
Because if Motu gets fleas then the stupid kitties will get fleas and well, it would be ugly.
So Even though I went over Motu with a flea comb and found nothing this doesn't really mean anything because Motu loves to play with homeless peoples' dogs in the park. Don't ask me why you would have a dog if you don't have a home...Needless to say your dog having fleas is not your main concern.
So the other night Jon is like, "kristen come here quick." He is easily skeeved by bugs so I assume he saw something. I go over and Jon gingerly rolls motu over to show me this black thing embedded in Motu's skin.
I laughed and walked away, Dr. Jon had discovered Motu's nipples.
Ha ha.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Air America hits San Francisco
I am so happy to have air america here, finally!
It is on 960 am here. I missed my liberal rhetoric.
it is strange because the lineup is a little different.
Can you believe how amazing Bill Clinton looks? I can't imagine many women who wouldn't give him a BJ now.
Yesterday I was setting up this room divider screen that jon and I had bought in Japantown. When I went to open it up there was all this dust in it. I thought "that is strange, " I took it outside and that was when the realization hit that those were termite tracks and those enourmous black moving things were Singaporian termites.
So I had to take the F'n thing on the bus and get it back to the store and exchange it.
Motu has been making this strange snorting noise. Like the noise he would make if he had swallowed some water or something. He is also sneezing. Maybe he has a cold or ragweed alergies. Do they have ragweed in California?
It is on 960 am here. I missed my liberal rhetoric.
it is strange because the lineup is a little different.
Can you believe how amazing Bill Clinton looks? I can't imagine many women who wouldn't give him a BJ now.
Yesterday I was setting up this room divider screen that jon and I had bought in Japantown. When I went to open it up there was all this dust in it. I thought "that is strange, " I took it outside and that was when the realization hit that those were termite tracks and those enourmous black moving things were Singaporian termites.
So I had to take the F'n thing on the bus and get it back to the store and exchange it.
Motu has been making this strange snorting noise. Like the noise he would make if he had swallowed some water or something. He is also sneezing. Maybe he has a cold or ragweed alergies. Do they have ragweed in California?
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Flowers for Algernon
I just finished reading Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes, published 1966. After appearing in a magazine in 1960
This is one of thoes books I never read in high school. What a super story.
Keyes is a great writer and the premise of the book seems so fresh and novel.
It made me what to re-read some Plato. And that, my friends, is saying something...
This is one of thoes books I never read in high school. What a super story.
Keyes is a great writer and the premise of the book seems so fresh and novel.
It made me what to re-read some Plato. And that, my friends, is saying something...
La Vida Loca
yesterday I was walking down haight St. And I heard the above song blasting from someone's stereo. I was looking around to see if the person was being ironic or an ass.
Then, as if in a movie, A large truck moved as the light changed, and there was this crazy homeless guy dancing to his boombox. He was spinning and laughing, truely enjoying his vida loca. It gave whole new meaning to the song...
Then, as if in a movie, A large truck moved as the light changed, and there was this crazy homeless guy dancing to his boombox. He was spinning and laughing, truely enjoying his vida loca. It gave whole new meaning to the song...
Monday, October 11, 2004
Strip Club
My brothers were in town for the holiday weekend. And surprisingly enough we ended up at a strip club. It was called Showgirls and it was in the Tenderloin.
The ladies toilet was immaculately clean.
And all and all it was more of a gentleman's club than the normal seedy shake joints I have been to before.
I have to say the girls were absolutely beautiful. They were some of the prettiest girls that I have ever seen at a club like that.
Kevin got a lap dance and the girl was going to take him upstairs for a hand release. Is it weird to go to the shake with your brothers? I don't think so, but I don't think I could have taken seeing Kevin grabbing some girls tits and ass. That gets a little too real. You can see him in his "I love to cuddle" t-shirt.
Gentle readers will remember my fiasco of getting stood up by my CL friend. Last Weds I actually met her and Winnie her adorable 6 month old 2 lb yorkie. What a cutie! Motu kept manhandling her, the dog not the girl. Veronica was really nice and I think there is a chance that we could possible have a lot in common. She is really pretty too, which was a relief because I was afraid she was going to be fat. That is incredibly shallow, I don't know why I cared. But there is potential there.
The ladies toilet was immaculately clean.
And all and all it was more of a gentleman's club than the normal seedy shake joints I have been to before.
I have to say the girls were absolutely beautiful. They were some of the prettiest girls that I have ever seen at a club like that.
Kevin got a lap dance and the girl was going to take him upstairs for a hand release. Is it weird to go to the shake with your brothers? I don't think so, but I don't think I could have taken seeing Kevin grabbing some girls tits and ass. That gets a little too real. You can see him in his "I love to cuddle" t-shirt.
Gentle readers will remember my fiasco of getting stood up by my CL friend. Last Weds I actually met her and Winnie her adorable 6 month old 2 lb yorkie. What a cutie! Motu kept manhandling her, the dog not the girl. Veronica was really nice and I think there is a chance that we could possible have a lot in common. She is really pretty too, which was a relief because I was afraid she was going to be fat. That is incredibly shallow, I don't know why I cared. But there is potential there.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Live Music
I haven't been to a live show in literally 1 1/2 years or more. I am a girl raised on live music and the energy they create.
Admittedly I have become the bittersons. I am jaded, cynical, and well dismissive.
However, the show I went to last Friday reaffirmed my faith in all that is live music.
I was slightly buzzed. Just enough to really relax.
The line-up was Tarentel, Mono and Fly PanAm. A very avant-guard line-up.
I was going because darren had turned us onto Tarentel. They are a swoozy. wall of sound, noise, instrumental group. They were very sweet live. Much better than I ever expected. I would close my eyes and sway to the sounds.
The venue was pretty good too, the Bottom of the Hill in SF.
However, Mono was the best discovery of the night. They are these four Japanese kids, three guitars of varying flavors bass, regular electric and one of those labamba guitars. A Gibson maybe? and a drummer. They were wild. I know the hair on my arms was standing up. They really worked their dramatic crescendos basically noisy, space-out music.
We left 3 or 4 songs into Fly Pan Am. I wasn't really feeling them but they seemed cool. I think they were upstaged by the previous acts. I refuse to call them openers!
I just finished watching La Dolce Vida. Holy Shit that was a long movie. Movies are always listed in minutes yet my dvd played in hours. So I always have to do complex math to try to figure out how long a given movie is. I usually just roll my eyes up to the ceiling and wait for Jon to figure it out while I think about other things. Math is not my strong suit.
So by the second hour I started really trying to figure out 174 minutes.
You can read about the details here:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053779/
Anita Ekberg is perhaps one of the most beautiful women ever seen on film. Wowewowe!
Admittedly I have become the bittersons. I am jaded, cynical, and well dismissive.
However, the show I went to last Friday reaffirmed my faith in all that is live music.
I was slightly buzzed. Just enough to really relax.
The line-up was Tarentel, Mono and Fly PanAm. A very avant-guard line-up.
I was going because darren had turned us onto Tarentel. They are a swoozy. wall of sound, noise, instrumental group. They were very sweet live. Much better than I ever expected. I would close my eyes and sway to the sounds.
The venue was pretty good too, the Bottom of the Hill in SF.
However, Mono was the best discovery of the night. They are these four Japanese kids, three guitars of varying flavors bass, regular electric and one of those labamba guitars. A Gibson maybe? and a drummer. They were wild. I know the hair on my arms was standing up. They really worked their dramatic crescendos basically noisy, space-out music.
We left 3 or 4 songs into Fly Pan Am. I wasn't really feeling them but they seemed cool. I think they were upstaged by the previous acts. I refuse to call them openers!
I just finished watching La Dolce Vida. Holy Shit that was a long movie. Movies are always listed in minutes yet my dvd played in hours. So I always have to do complex math to try to figure out how long a given movie is. I usually just roll my eyes up to the ceiling and wait for Jon to figure it out while I think about other things. Math is not my strong suit.
So by the second hour I started really trying to figure out 174 minutes.
You can read about the details here:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053779/
Anita Ekberg is perhaps one of the most beautiful women ever seen on film. Wowewowe!
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Oh Yeah.
The new Interpol album, Antics is weak. Sophmore slump is right.
Additionally, In my world of crazy, I get my groceries delivered and when I couldn't get it to go through, I cried!
When in doubt cry!
Additionally, In my world of crazy, I get my groceries delivered and when I couldn't get it to go through, I cried!
When in doubt cry!
Tender Hearted
Today was the meeting with my first internet friend. We had been emailing for a week or two, and had arranged a time for us to both get together and grab a cup of coffee. I set my alarm so I wouldn't miss the noon deadline.
I waited in the park for an hour or so. Today was a chilly, drizzly San Francisco day. Motu started to shiver after a while. So we went to Bean There and grabbed a cappuccino. I even asked the guy what the difference between a latte and a cappuccino. Answer: one has more milk!
Then I came home and as I was taking off my jacket and looking at my new shirt I put on and the stupid earrings I had put in to make myself look like less of a slob, I just started crying. Could it be possible that I was this disappointed by not meeting a stranger? Did someone I never met reject me? Is it possible that this person could tell how pathetic and desperate I was from my CL post? Even now when I think about how upset this made me I feel like more of a loser for being upset.
Ugh, emotional roller coaster that is my world.
I think I am crippled by my freedom. Sartre was right. We think we want freedom. But oh horrible free will. I am educated and smart. What is wrong with me? What am I waiting for? Why can't I make a decision and just do it?
What if I am never able to re-insert myself into the workforce? I feel like I am an outsider to society. People are defined by what they do, not who they are, or how they spend their leisure time. I am undefined.
School seems like my only option and not an option at all. I don't think I want to go back and try to reinvest myself in something that I see less and less of a point pursuing.
So what? Go and get a job in a bank for a few months?
Anybody? Help?
Currently listening to:
Sly and the Family Stone, There's a Riot Goin' On.
Currently reading:
Maya Angelou, I know why the Caged Bird Sings
Margaret Mead, Coming of Age in Samoa.
I waited in the park for an hour or so. Today was a chilly, drizzly San Francisco day. Motu started to shiver after a while. So we went to Bean There and grabbed a cappuccino. I even asked the guy what the difference between a latte and a cappuccino. Answer: one has more milk!
Then I came home and as I was taking off my jacket and looking at my new shirt I put on and the stupid earrings I had put in to make myself look like less of a slob, I just started crying. Could it be possible that I was this disappointed by not meeting a stranger? Did someone I never met reject me? Is it possible that this person could tell how pathetic and desperate I was from my CL post? Even now when I think about how upset this made me I feel like more of a loser for being upset.
Ugh, emotional roller coaster that is my world.
I think I am crippled by my freedom. Sartre was right. We think we want freedom. But oh horrible free will. I am educated and smart. What is wrong with me? What am I waiting for? Why can't I make a decision and just do it?
What if I am never able to re-insert myself into the workforce? I feel like I am an outsider to society. People are defined by what they do, not who they are, or how they spend their leisure time. I am undefined.
School seems like my only option and not an option at all. I don't think I want to go back and try to reinvest myself in something that I see less and less of a point pursuing.
So what? Go and get a job in a bank for a few months?
Anybody? Help?
Currently listening to:
Sly and the Family Stone, There's a Riot Goin' On.
Currently reading:
Maya Angelou, I know why the Caged Bird Sings
Margaret Mead, Coming of Age in Samoa.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Gross Days
Yeesh this weekend was GROSS.
I checked my email on Thursday morning and got saw an email from Matt. He and Ben were on their way up from L.A. and can they stay? They are good friends from college that we haven't seen since a mutual friend's wedding in May.
So they show up and it was totally cool. I go outside to accompany Matt on a cig break. No Smoking in the house! and after a few minutes Jon comes outside with the dog in his arms. The dog is bleeding and Jon looks like he is going to cry!
Apparently ben was rough housing with Motu and his dew claw caught on his bracelet and ripped it back. I couldn't believe how much that thing bleed!
Poor Pupula! He took it like a trooper. I think it upset Jon and I more than the dog. Jon blames Ben. But Motu loves to rough house and one of us should have said something. That is a difference between men and women. Something happens, men blame others, women blame themselves. Something about responsibility I guess. Men don't have accountability like women.
They left Saturday morning.
Sunday, all of a sudden I am sick. Aunt Flo made her arrival known fast and furious. I was out of it all day. I wonder if it is any indication that if my periods are bad now, does that mean I will have miserable pregancy (ies) or really good ones?
Then Monday I woke up feeling even worse! I was like peeing gallons out of my butt. Honestly my lower intestines must have just emptied! and i was puking green bile. There were times when I was pooping in the toilet and puking in the sink. So f*cking gross. One time, I ran into the bathroom to puke, when I got there I was like oh it must have been a false alarm and then I stood up and projectiled directly into my hair and onto the floor and all over the toilet seat cover. I wanted to die. I crawled into the bathtub. Because having a tub can cure anything, and proceed to puke into my bathwater. SO I let the water out and just laid in the tub. naked and bleeding. When I finally mustered enough strength I pulled myself into my bed my hair was a snarled mess. I looked just like that lady from Ringu, like I had been living in a well for 25 years.
Tuesday was vet day. Mind you I had not consumed any solids for 40+ hours at this point. It was unseasonably hot. The vet was further away than I had realized, so I had to rush. By the time I got there I was shaking, sweating, and feeling poorly. Dr. Sherman Wong was our vet and he was really nice. He didn't kiss Motu like his old vet in Brooklyn used to, but, he was very nice nonetheless. He started wiggling the claw back and forth. Blood started to ooze out. Even on my best day I am very bad with blood. This was not my best day. If I was sweating before. I must have just been pouring now. As the vet is pulling on Motu, he keeps asking me if I am OK. This is like when Jon was getting his massive tattoo and was under the needle for hours and he kept asking me if I was OK. I think the vet realized if he didn't leave the room he was going to have a passed out white girl to deal with. So he took Motu. Who happily went off with him, into the next room.
He came back 10 minutes later with a little booty on. Dr Wong saved the claw for me. I loved that!
Now motu is on antibiotics for the next seven days and has to keep this booty on until Friday.
After I got home from the vet. I went to meet Jon's cousin Tom, who was in town while his partner was at a conference. He is the best. I just love him and his partner. Two of the highlights of Jon's family. Is that bitchy? oh well. I went to lunch with him and immediately after eating i thought I was going to squirtle right there in Union Square! So Gross. I just clenched my anus tightly and proceeded to walk 49 miles around San Francisco.
I finally went down to fisherman's warf. I can see why the locals hate it. It is a terrible place. I think it was the first time I really saw throngs of tourists. Mostly it was cheesy t-shirts and overpriced crab cakes. However, There were all these fishing vessels out there that give private tours of the bay, i think that would be fun thing to do when my family comes out here in October.
The good thing about feeling sick is it makes you so much more appreciative of when you are feeling well. I am glad my flu thing was short because, well it was horrible, and gross.
I also went to the SF MoMa for the first time. I think I may get a membership. It is a fantastic museum. It could be less conservative. But a very cool museum nonetheless...
I checked my email on Thursday morning and got saw an email from Matt. He and Ben were on their way up from L.A. and can they stay? They are good friends from college that we haven't seen since a mutual friend's wedding in May.
So they show up and it was totally cool. I go outside to accompany Matt on a cig break. No Smoking in the house! and after a few minutes Jon comes outside with the dog in his arms. The dog is bleeding and Jon looks like he is going to cry!
Apparently ben was rough housing with Motu and his dew claw caught on his bracelet and ripped it back. I couldn't believe how much that thing bleed!
Poor Pupula! He took it like a trooper. I think it upset Jon and I more than the dog. Jon blames Ben. But Motu loves to rough house and one of us should have said something. That is a difference between men and women. Something happens, men blame others, women blame themselves. Something about responsibility I guess. Men don't have accountability like women.
They left Saturday morning.
Sunday, all of a sudden I am sick. Aunt Flo made her arrival known fast and furious. I was out of it all day. I wonder if it is any indication that if my periods are bad now, does that mean I will have miserable pregancy (ies) or really good ones?
Then Monday I woke up feeling even worse! I was like peeing gallons out of my butt. Honestly my lower intestines must have just emptied! and i was puking green bile. There were times when I was pooping in the toilet and puking in the sink. So f*cking gross. One time, I ran into the bathroom to puke, when I got there I was like oh it must have been a false alarm and then I stood up and projectiled directly into my hair and onto the floor and all over the toilet seat cover. I wanted to die. I crawled into the bathtub. Because having a tub can cure anything, and proceed to puke into my bathwater. SO I let the water out and just laid in the tub. naked and bleeding. When I finally mustered enough strength I pulled myself into my bed my hair was a snarled mess. I looked just like that lady from Ringu, like I had been living in a well for 25 years.
Tuesday was vet day. Mind you I had not consumed any solids for 40+ hours at this point. It was unseasonably hot. The vet was further away than I had realized, so I had to rush. By the time I got there I was shaking, sweating, and feeling poorly. Dr. Sherman Wong was our vet and he was really nice. He didn't kiss Motu like his old vet in Brooklyn used to, but, he was very nice nonetheless. He started wiggling the claw back and forth. Blood started to ooze out. Even on my best day I am very bad with blood. This was not my best day. If I was sweating before. I must have just been pouring now. As the vet is pulling on Motu, he keeps asking me if I am OK. This is like when Jon was getting his massive tattoo and was under the needle for hours and he kept asking me if I was OK. I think the vet realized if he didn't leave the room he was going to have a passed out white girl to deal with. So he took Motu. Who happily went off with him, into the next room.
He came back 10 minutes later with a little booty on. Dr Wong saved the claw for me. I loved that!
Now motu is on antibiotics for the next seven days and has to keep this booty on until Friday.
After I got home from the vet. I went to meet Jon's cousin Tom, who was in town while his partner was at a conference. He is the best. I just love him and his partner. Two of the highlights of Jon's family. Is that bitchy? oh well. I went to lunch with him and immediately after eating i thought I was going to squirtle right there in Union Square! So Gross. I just clenched my anus tightly and proceeded to walk 49 miles around San Francisco.
I finally went down to fisherman's warf. I can see why the locals hate it. It is a terrible place. I think it was the first time I really saw throngs of tourists. Mostly it was cheesy t-shirts and overpriced crab cakes. However, There were all these fishing vessels out there that give private tours of the bay, i think that would be fun thing to do when my family comes out here in October.
The good thing about feeling sick is it makes you so much more appreciative of when you are feeling well. I am glad my flu thing was short because, well it was horrible, and gross.
I also went to the SF MoMa for the first time. I think I may get a membership. It is a fantastic museum. It could be less conservative. But a very cool museum nonetheless...
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Tropical Storm City
Wow huh?
So there is Ivan. Who is reaking havoc on Florida. To my little cousins in Pennsacola: STAY SAFE. There was this lady on the weather chanel saying that she didn't expect to ever see her house again so she is grabbing everything. Isn't that crazy?
Then there is Jean fomulating itself down by Antigua.
Then there is tropical storm Javier on the West Coast of Mexico working its way up.
I guess nothing is going to reach us way the hell up here in San Fran.
In my search for online friends. I have rejected the two creepy people from the post from a few days ago. But I just got a potentially interesting response from a woman who lives near-by. I hope I didn't scare her away. She seemed like we would have a lot in common. I suggested that we meet at my favorite near-by coffee place, Bean There. I hope I didn't freak her out with my enthusiam. Oh well, if she scared that easy maybe it wasn't meant to be.
So Jon and I played tennis on Sunday. Today is Tuesday and everything still hurts. I developed carpel tunnels instantly, is that possible? I can barely grab a pen. Jon and I were supposed to go running yesterday. But I complained my way out of it! We have to go today though or I am nver going to be able to move again.
September is Fig month in California.
I am pretty sure that I have never had a real fig before. I never understood that the stuff in fig newtons is actually fig. Figs are delicious and it is a fun word to say. Fig Fig Fig fig fig fig fig fig. ok now I forgot what is means. wrap the fig in prosciutto
and stinky cheese and it is captain yumster!
I picked up my glasses. I think they give me the Vertigo. I wore them outside today and it gave me a tremendous headache.
Also my shipment of contacts came in. Why didn't someone tell me about daily disposable contacts before?! What a super invention! Everyday a fresh pair.
I am watching Hard Ball with that Idiot mathews. It is painful watching Kitty Kelly trying to defend her book, "the family." He is tearing her apart. It isn't that Mathews logic is that great, but he is so loud! And it is his show so he has to win. I have to say I am very curious about the book. Curious enough to walk down to the bookshop and look at it? no.
I figure on Friday I will go and look at Sims2 and see if I need to buy it. Then I will peruse this Kelly book. There is no way I could purchase that drivel. But, I will open it read a paragraph or two, however long I can look without getting dirty looks from the shop keeper.
Thurday my landlord is coming in to replace the linoleum in the kitchen. I am really nervous about it. I think because we put pictures on the wall when it is expressly forbidden in our lease to put nails in the wall. Also our downstairs neighbor, Sylvio, must have complained about us. Our lease also says that we must have 80% of the floors covered in rugs. So far we have 0% covered in rugs. We must be so loud. Between my general loudness and the dog chasing everything in the house at all hours. I think I would have murdered us by now.
ok my vertigo is gettting stronger. I am off to watch more of the weather chanel.
So there is Ivan. Who is reaking havoc on Florida. To my little cousins in Pennsacola: STAY SAFE. There was this lady on the weather chanel saying that she didn't expect to ever see her house again so she is grabbing everything. Isn't that crazy?
Then there is Jean fomulating itself down by Antigua.
Then there is tropical storm Javier on the West Coast of Mexico working its way up.
I guess nothing is going to reach us way the hell up here in San Fran.
In my search for online friends. I have rejected the two creepy people from the post from a few days ago. But I just got a potentially interesting response from a woman who lives near-by. I hope I didn't scare her away. She seemed like we would have a lot in common. I suggested that we meet at my favorite near-by coffee place, Bean There. I hope I didn't freak her out with my enthusiam. Oh well, if she scared that easy maybe it wasn't meant to be.
So Jon and I played tennis on Sunday. Today is Tuesday and everything still hurts. I developed carpel tunnels instantly, is that possible? I can barely grab a pen. Jon and I were supposed to go running yesterday. But I complained my way out of it! We have to go today though or I am nver going to be able to move again.
September is Fig month in California.
I am pretty sure that I have never had a real fig before. I never understood that the stuff in fig newtons is actually fig. Figs are delicious and it is a fun word to say. Fig Fig Fig fig fig fig fig fig. ok now I forgot what is means. wrap the fig in prosciutto
and stinky cheese and it is captain yumster!
I picked up my glasses. I think they give me the Vertigo. I wore them outside today and it gave me a tremendous headache.
Also my shipment of contacts came in. Why didn't someone tell me about daily disposable contacts before?! What a super invention! Everyday a fresh pair.
I am watching Hard Ball with that Idiot mathews. It is painful watching Kitty Kelly trying to defend her book, "the family." He is tearing her apart. It isn't that Mathews logic is that great, but he is so loud! And it is his show so he has to win. I have to say I am very curious about the book. Curious enough to walk down to the bookshop and look at it? no.
I figure on Friday I will go and look at Sims2 and see if I need to buy it. Then I will peruse this Kelly book. There is no way I could purchase that drivel. But, I will open it read a paragraph or two, however long I can look without getting dirty looks from the shop keeper.
Thurday my landlord is coming in to replace the linoleum in the kitchen. I am really nervous about it. I think because we put pictures on the wall when it is expressly forbidden in our lease to put nails in the wall. Also our downstairs neighbor, Sylvio, must have complained about us. Our lease also says that we must have 80% of the floors covered in rugs. So far we have 0% covered in rugs. We must be so loud. Between my general loudness and the dog chasing everything in the house at all hours. I think I would have murdered us by now.
ok my vertigo is gettting stronger. I am off to watch more of the weather chanel.
Monday, September 13, 2004
L@@k
Normally I don't post op/ed pieces but this guy makes too much sense to look the other way.
http://www.nationalreview.com/kerry/kerry200409131115.asp
How many times are the American People going to forget that Bush has lied repeatedly. There are no WMD's. Now there are over 1000 US Soldiers dead, why? Does anyone have an answer? Is America safer than it was before Sept 11, 2001? I think the resounding answer in no. As a country, we have never been more hated internationally.
Now that some truth appears to be coming out.
Then there is this wonderful story:
http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=F0CIY05XKT0KGCRBAEZSFEY?type=politicsNews&storyID=6224304
Apparently Florida will allow Nader on the Ballot in Florida. Hmmm isn't that interesting. In one of the most important battle states, with the presidents brother as governor what a coicidence...God they are using Hurrican Ivan as the excuse, what about 9/11 can't they work that in at all?!
http://www.nationalreview.com/kerry/kerry200409131115.asp
How many times are the American People going to forget that Bush has lied repeatedly. There are no WMD's. Now there are over 1000 US Soldiers dead, why? Does anyone have an answer? Is America safer than it was before Sept 11, 2001? I think the resounding answer in no. As a country, we have never been more hated internationally.
Now that some truth appears to be coming out.
Then there is this wonderful story:
http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=F0CIY05XKT0KGCRBAEZSFEY?type=politicsNews&storyID=6224304
Apparently Florida will allow Nader on the Ballot in Florida. Hmmm isn't that interesting. In one of the most important battle states, with the presidents brother as governor what a coicidence...God they are using Hurrican Ivan as the excuse, what about 9/11 can't they work that in at all?!
It Ain’t Easy Bein’ a Ho
Oh Comcast. You caught me with your introduction to HBO and all its carnal programming. How are you not supposed to get hooked when you get 3 months free? I have grown accustomed to OZ, and Gang and Prostitution programs. Let alone the ten stations of movies you get. I guess really nine since I can’t understand HBO-L.
Just last night I watched this cool movie My Little Eye totally rad concept. It is a live stream camera reality website gone haywire. Admittedly, I never would have watched it, were it not free. Basically these 5 people are set up in a house in the middle of nowhere and there are cameras all over the house. The novelty was that the movie was shot entirely through these house cameras. So in essence, you are only able to see what the “subscribers” to the website. I guess it was shot digitally. It has the same look as 28 Days Later. Very cool concept.
The other awesome thing about HBO is there dramamentaries. Yeah I just made that word up. They are documentary style shows that play hard on the dramatic aspects of the reality. Easily my favorite has been, It Ain’t Easy Bein a Ho: Prostitutes in Atlantic City. I mean the one about Ho’s in the Bronx was also pretty cool, but this one was better. Then there is all the gang stuff. There is pt I of these gangs in Little Rock Arkansas, then the follow up 10 years later in pt II. What cool things to witness from the outside. I learned about stacking signs and gang initiation. “I done lived the hard life, now I am looking for the good life.” Said by this decade gang-member, at the ripe age of 24. No once knows how to help them get out of the gangs they know they are going to die before they see 30. It is a fact of life.
In the Mission district, of San Francisco, there are all these gangs; shootings every weekend. Latino men can’t wear red or blue in the wrong areas. They asked this old lady if she knew who’s turf she was on and she was like “hells yeah, this is the Sureños, homes! The Norteños don’t show their faces here, B.” For an interesting article see: http://www.sfexaminer.com/article/index.cfm/i/050304n_gangs
On Friday I went and picked up my new glasses. I was happy to see that they were not crazy, old lady glasses and in fact, they are sort of cool. However, when I wear them they give me vertigo. So I have not been wearing them. I am slightly concerned since I already ordered my contacts in this prescription. Maybe it is just the size or shape of the glasses that are throwing me off.
This weekend was all about the outdoors. The heat wave we have been experiencing this past week has finally given up. A low-pressure source has slip down the west coast from Alaska, good old Alaska.
So the weather has been delightful. Sunny, but briskly windy, take that sweatshirt with you but once you have been walking for a while you won’t need it.
Saturday we were off to Randall Park, aka Carrona Heights Park. I was under the impression that there was going to be a Boston terrier meet-up group. It turns out I got my dates messed up. There was not a Boston to be seen. So we did some hiking instead, fun and rewarding. What other major hub can you go hiking in and then go out for tap as? Then on Sunday we went to Buena Vista Park. What a beautiful spot; so far one of my favorites in the city. I can’t describe the wonderful smells associated with the woods and the trees. But they are wonderful. Up on top of the mountain there is a little flowerbed with a grassy knoll. There was a female Boston up there named Stella. And Motu and Stella romped around for a good time. Meanwhile Jon and I tried to make small talk with the other Boston owners. It is pretty easy to do; you just talk about the dogs and their personalities and how they interact with you. Crazy dog people love to talk about their dogs with other crazy dog people.
Then Jon and I played tennis. We got these rackets at Goodwill and I have been dying to try them out. Jon has played tennis like twice. I used to play all the time and I was on the team in High School. Ok, so that was like 10-12 years ago but still, embarrassingly enough, Jon and I were pretty evenly matched. I think he is a natural athlete and I am a natural clod. It was really fun. My arms hurt today.
I made stuffed peppers for dinner on Saturday, with some amazing California produce. I think I am still farting because of it.
Jon and I are going for a run tonight. We have stopped drinking beer during the week and we are going to run and play tennis to get us in shape. Jon ran like 2 miles and I think he was back in shape. I was purple and thought I was going to die.
For those of you on the inside I will be sending out links to my photo album for all photos that go along with this installment of high-jinx. Email me to get on the list or leave a comment.
Yeah Right…
Just last night I watched this cool movie My Little Eye totally rad concept. It is a live stream camera reality website gone haywire. Admittedly, I never would have watched it, were it not free. Basically these 5 people are set up in a house in the middle of nowhere and there are cameras all over the house. The novelty was that the movie was shot entirely through these house cameras. So in essence, you are only able to see what the “subscribers” to the website. I guess it was shot digitally. It has the same look as 28 Days Later. Very cool concept.
The other awesome thing about HBO is there dramamentaries. Yeah I just made that word up. They are documentary style shows that play hard on the dramatic aspects of the reality. Easily my favorite has been, It Ain’t Easy Bein a Ho: Prostitutes in Atlantic City. I mean the one about Ho’s in the Bronx was also pretty cool, but this one was better. Then there is all the gang stuff. There is pt I of these gangs in Little Rock Arkansas, then the follow up 10 years later in pt II. What cool things to witness from the outside. I learned about stacking signs and gang initiation. “I done lived the hard life, now I am looking for the good life.” Said by this decade gang-member, at the ripe age of 24. No once knows how to help them get out of the gangs they know they are going to die before they see 30. It is a fact of life.
In the Mission district, of San Francisco, there are all these gangs; shootings every weekend. Latino men can’t wear red or blue in the wrong areas. They asked this old lady if she knew who’s turf she was on and she was like “hells yeah, this is the Sureños, homes! The Norteños don’t show their faces here, B.” For an interesting article see: http://www.sfexaminer.com/article/index.cfm/i/050304n_gangs
On Friday I went and picked up my new glasses. I was happy to see that they were not crazy, old lady glasses and in fact, they are sort of cool. However, when I wear them they give me vertigo. So I have not been wearing them. I am slightly concerned since I already ordered my contacts in this prescription. Maybe it is just the size or shape of the glasses that are throwing me off.
This weekend was all about the outdoors. The heat wave we have been experiencing this past week has finally given up. A low-pressure source has slip down the west coast from Alaska, good old Alaska.
So the weather has been delightful. Sunny, but briskly windy, take that sweatshirt with you but once you have been walking for a while you won’t need it.
Saturday we were off to Randall Park, aka Carrona Heights Park. I was under the impression that there was going to be a Boston terrier meet-up group. It turns out I got my dates messed up. There was not a Boston to be seen. So we did some hiking instead, fun and rewarding. What other major hub can you go hiking in and then go out for tap as? Then on Sunday we went to Buena Vista Park. What a beautiful spot; so far one of my favorites in the city. I can’t describe the wonderful smells associated with the woods and the trees. But they are wonderful. Up on top of the mountain there is a little flowerbed with a grassy knoll. There was a female Boston up there named Stella. And Motu and Stella romped around for a good time. Meanwhile Jon and I tried to make small talk with the other Boston owners. It is pretty easy to do; you just talk about the dogs and their personalities and how they interact with you. Crazy dog people love to talk about their dogs with other crazy dog people.
Then Jon and I played tennis. We got these rackets at Goodwill and I have been dying to try them out. Jon has played tennis like twice. I used to play all the time and I was on the team in High School. Ok, so that was like 10-12 years ago but still, embarrassingly enough, Jon and I were pretty evenly matched. I think he is a natural athlete and I am a natural clod. It was really fun. My arms hurt today.
I made stuffed peppers for dinner on Saturday, with some amazing California produce. I think I am still farting because of it.
Jon and I are going for a run tonight. We have stopped drinking beer during the week and we are going to run and play tennis to get us in shape. Jon ran like 2 miles and I think he was back in shape. I was purple and thought I was going to die.
For those of you on the inside I will be sending out links to my photo album for all photos that go along with this installment of high-jinx. Email me to get on the list or leave a comment.
Yeah Right…
Thursday, September 09, 2004
New Lows
Yesterday I bit the bullet and posted this desperate "searching for friends" post on the San Francisco Craig's List:
Looking for someone interesting M/F - 28 (lower haight)
Reply to: anon-41868474@craigslist.orgDate: 2004-09-08, 5:23PM PDT
I feel like a loser writing this. I moved to the city about two months ago and am having a hard time meeting people. I am looking for FRIENDS only male female doesn't matter. I am in a committed relationship. I am looking for someone to hang out with during the day. Lunch, movies, coffee, hiking, beer, dog parking. whathaveyou.
Here is me: listen to all types of music: blues, hip-hop/rap, top 40/pop stuff, electronic, folk. current playlist includes, 2pac, interpol, bessie smith, tv on the radio, nina simone, frank black, broken social scene, wilco, bjork and many many more.
I love to read. I just finished the Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, I hated it and I loved to hate it at the same time. Some of my fav authors are willa catha, salmon rushdie, james baldwin, gore vidal, and many more. I will read anything that seems like it is worth my time. Currently I am reading when Nietzche wept, I forgot who by and I haven't actually started it but it was recommended by someone I respect.
I love movies, silly movies, serious movies, action, indie. Just saw Hero it was easily the best movie I have seen in the theatres this year.
I love the outdoors but I am painfully white and so I have to avoid the sun. I have a little dog that runs my life, animal lovers need only apply.
I love my Mac and video games, ummm what else? I am at a bit of an impasse in my life/career/whatever, A little lost. I am prone to feeling blue.
maybe that is it...now you annoymous strangers know more about me that my family. Do we have anything in common?
Then I had a bit of a crying jag. How lame is that?
I proceeded to check my email every 3.5 seconds. Much to my dismay, there was not one response. People respond to blank posts on CL, so there were more tears.
I was messing around with my hotmail account and looked in the "junk mail" folder, there they were! There were only 2 responses. But that is 2 potential friends. this one seems to have the most potential thus far:
we sound identical. I'm 27, mellow. Fun. Sassy. like r n b.
love the beach, love outdoors. But, love the energy of the city. Am a massage
therapist and i bartend part time. Am single, hetro.. appreciate a womans
beauty.
Love to laugh, play and enjoy life for whats its worth
So where from there. I don't think I want to meet this person. I just wanted someone to want to meet me. Having friends smacks of effort.
This one, from yoothababydaddy, has slightly less potential:
hi sweetie black male san francisco 6'4 230 black hair brown eyes likes rap hip hop r&b likes the out doors and wants to get to know u a lil better
I will keep you all posted.
In other news,
Jon and I went running last night for the first time ever, together. Jon was sprinting ahead of me effortlessly. I was purple for like 3 hours afterwards. While I was running, I'll admit, I wished for death. Jon looked like he could have run for 30 miles or so, I think he was born to run. He encouraged me to keep running much longer than I would have if I was alone. I would have stopped and had a beer or laid down somewhere.
In additional, other news,
Here is a running list of the dogs my silly 30 lbs Boston Terrier has tried to bite:
A Rotweiler that couldn't have weighed an ounce under 150 lbs.
2, yes, 2 Pitbulls(yes at the same time).
A gigantic Wolfhound.
One of those dogs with the purple tongues, are they shar-peis (sp?) or chows?
Various other mixes and mutts.
Who ever heard of a dog who didn't like his butt sniffed? That is what dogs do! He tried to turn on any dog who sniffs too hard or too long.
Gee, I wonder why my dog is socially inept...hmmmm...
Looking for someone interesting M/F - 28 (lower haight)
Reply to: anon-41868474@craigslist.orgDate: 2004-09-08, 5:23PM PDT
I feel like a loser writing this. I moved to the city about two months ago and am having a hard time meeting people. I am looking for FRIENDS only male female doesn't matter. I am in a committed relationship. I am looking for someone to hang out with during the day. Lunch, movies, coffee, hiking, beer, dog parking. whathaveyou.
Here is me: listen to all types of music: blues, hip-hop/rap, top 40/pop stuff, electronic, folk. current playlist includes, 2pac, interpol, bessie smith, tv on the radio, nina simone, frank black, broken social scene, wilco, bjork and many many more.
I love to read. I just finished the Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, I hated it and I loved to hate it at the same time. Some of my fav authors are willa catha, salmon rushdie, james baldwin, gore vidal, and many more. I will read anything that seems like it is worth my time. Currently I am reading when Nietzche wept, I forgot who by and I haven't actually started it but it was recommended by someone I respect.
I love movies, silly movies, serious movies, action, indie. Just saw Hero it was easily the best movie I have seen in the theatres this year.
I love the outdoors but I am painfully white and so I have to avoid the sun. I have a little dog that runs my life, animal lovers need only apply.
I love my Mac and video games, ummm what else? I am at a bit of an impasse in my life/career/whatever, A little lost. I am prone to feeling blue.
maybe that is it...now you annoymous strangers know more about me that my family. Do we have anything in common?
Then I had a bit of a crying jag. How lame is that?
I proceeded to check my email every 3.5 seconds. Much to my dismay, there was not one response. People respond to blank posts on CL, so there were more tears.
I was messing around with my hotmail account and looked in the "junk mail" folder, there they were! There were only 2 responses. But that is 2 potential friends. this one seems to have the most potential thus far:
we sound identical. I'm 27, mellow. Fun. Sassy. like r n b.
love the beach, love outdoors. But, love the energy of the city. Am a massage
therapist and i bartend part time. Am single, hetro.. appreciate a womans
beauty.
Love to laugh, play and enjoy life for whats its worth
So where from there. I don't think I want to meet this person. I just wanted someone to want to meet me. Having friends smacks of effort.
This one, from yoothababydaddy, has slightly less potential:
hi sweetie black male san francisco 6'4 230 black hair brown eyes likes rap hip hop r&b likes the out doors and wants to get to know u a lil better
I will keep you all posted.
In other news,
Jon and I went running last night for the first time ever, together. Jon was sprinting ahead of me effortlessly. I was purple for like 3 hours afterwards. While I was running, I'll admit, I wished for death. Jon looked like he could have run for 30 miles or so, I think he was born to run. He encouraged me to keep running much longer than I would have if I was alone. I would have stopped and had a beer or laid down somewhere.
In additional, other news,
Here is a running list of the dogs my silly 30 lbs Boston Terrier has tried to bite:
A Rotweiler that couldn't have weighed an ounce under 150 lbs.
2, yes, 2 Pitbulls(yes at the same time).
A gigantic Wolfhound.
One of those dogs with the purple tongues, are they shar-peis (sp?) or chows?
Various other mixes and mutts.
Who ever heard of a dog who didn't like his butt sniffed? That is what dogs do! He tried to turn on any dog who sniffs too hard or too long.
Gee, I wonder why my dog is socially inept...hmmmm...
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Who knew?
Today I went to the eye doctor.
Dr Kennedy said, "Ok if we do your ocular exam? Are you ready for it?"
I said, "What exactly do I have to be ready for?"
"Well, you may be a bit sensitive for the rest of the day. So we wouldn't dilate your pupils if you were, say, going to the beach after this."
I assured her I had no plans to go to the beach, my contacts came out and the drops were in. I was then lead around the office by different faceless people.
I was not prepared for the utter incapacitation. After I was released. I stumbled out into the unbelievably bright San Francisco sun. I couldn't look up or down or anywhere. I had to walk with my straw hat over my face. I must have looked like I was whacked out of my gourd with just the slightest slice of blue around my pupils.
Obviously, I was ravenous after all the calories burned dilating my pupils. The people in the pizza shop stared like crazy as I jammed the pizza in my yap as fast as possible. Women ushered their children around me the long way. The pizza was delicious though, Escape From New York Pizza. { 508 Castro StSan Francisco, CA 94114 Cross Street: 18th Street Phone: (415) 252-1515 } I gave them $3 and put the change in the tip jar, I have no idea how much the slice was. It actually was NY style pizza!
After the pizza, as I waited for the bus, on Castro street, I was accosted by women trying to get signatures to raise money for AIDS research. There were mentions of Bill Gates and getting paid per signature they get. I tried to explain to them I couldn't see. Before I knew it, a clipboard was in front of me and a pen was placed in my fingers. The women basically held my hand and told me at what points to sign. I could have been signing my acceptance into any cult or selling myself into bondage. They seemed nice though, I hope they were as nice as their voices sounded, and I did not in fact sign away anything I will need in the future.
Dr Kennedy said, "Ok if we do your ocular exam? Are you ready for it?"
I said, "What exactly do I have to be ready for?"
"Well, you may be a bit sensitive for the rest of the day. So we wouldn't dilate your pupils if you were, say, going to the beach after this."
I assured her I had no plans to go to the beach, my contacts came out and the drops were in. I was then lead around the office by different faceless people.
I was not prepared for the utter incapacitation. After I was released. I stumbled out into the unbelievably bright San Francisco sun. I couldn't look up or down or anywhere. I had to walk with my straw hat over my face. I must have looked like I was whacked out of my gourd with just the slightest slice of blue around my pupils.
Obviously, I was ravenous after all the calories burned dilating my pupils. The people in the pizza shop stared like crazy as I jammed the pizza in my yap as fast as possible. Women ushered their children around me the long way. The pizza was delicious though, Escape From New York Pizza. { 508 Castro StSan Francisco, CA 94114 Cross Street: 18th Street Phone: (415) 252-1515 } I gave them $3 and put the change in the tip jar, I have no idea how much the slice was. It actually was NY style pizza!
After the pizza, as I waited for the bus, on Castro street, I was accosted by women trying to get signatures to raise money for AIDS research. There were mentions of Bill Gates and getting paid per signature they get. I tried to explain to them I couldn't see. Before I knew it, a clipboard was in front of me and a pen was placed in my fingers. The women basically held my hand and told me at what points to sign. I could have been signing my acceptance into any cult or selling myself into bondage. They seemed nice though, I hope they were as nice as their voices sounded, and I did not in fact sign away anything I will need in the future.
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