Thursday, October 8, 2015



Cutie bear.


He needs a snuggle.

Furry chest.


Lust from above.



Killing. Me.

Great smile.

Tatts and eyes.





Yeah you, you know who you are. You aren't fooling anyone.

In a year of such amazing albums, the one album I truly thought would be my favorite, Darkstar's Foam Island, has become the most disappointing. After hearing four flawless singles, I was prepared to be blown away. Instead, you get a couple of other decent tracks and a slew of mind-numbingly pointless ambient interludes with nonsensical spoken word.

I'm beginning to forget what seasons are.

Every day at 1 PM in my office the sun hits it to where it becomes a raging inferno. It also appears the AC cuts off at 1 PM as well and does not come on until 2 PM. It's a horrible hour to wait.

It is interesting how when calculating the best way to get somewhere in SF, sometimes it takes longer to get somewhere via public transportation than walking.

I'm down with that.

There are many people who would benefit from having their face smashed repeatedly with a metal chair.

I'm so tired of having a micro-managing boss.

In the mornings when I cross over California Street downtown, I can hear the trolley lines rattling. There is something peaceful and calm about it.

I saw the band Braids the other night at a small club in Protrero Hill called Bottom of the Hill. It was an odd little set up, but the sound was good and, more importantly, the crowd was awesome. No one pushed or crowded you, I only saw one or two people with their phones out, and there was minimal talking during the set. I have only been to small venues so far, so I am assuming the larger shows have a bigger douche quotient. But for the moment, seeing shows in San Francisco has started to restore my love of live concerts.

I'm still figuring out the transit system here. I got on the right numbered train on the way to the concert venue last night, however, I misread the destination point and the last stop of that particular bus was well before my own.


I have been trying to get the rest of my bar admissions requirements taken care of this week, one of which is having my MPRE (Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam) score transferred from GA to CA. I keep getting transferred back and forth between different departments and organizations, all of which tell me to call/email the other ones. I was finally able to get it though, and thankfully I passed it with a score that meets the CA requirement.

You know you are becoming a jaded San Franciscan already when you shudder when people call it Frisco or San Fran.

Is baseball still on?

You know work is slow when the people you generally ask for work start asking you for work.

There are so many books out there that I need/want to read.  So little time to read them.

What is this new trend of college students being offended by everything.  Isn't the point of going to college to get a broader perspective than before?

I want to give this to so many people.

Missing Atlanta Pride this year really makes this move seem very real now.

If your body tends to sweat a lot, khaki pants are not your friend.

Work has been bipolar lately. I am either slammed with work and barely have time to take a breath, or it's full stop and I am scrambling around trying to find something/anything to do to bill some hours.

It still surprises people that I enjoy a lot of pop music. Right now, I am really enjoying the Selena Gomez record. It is a very good pop album. It is not quite as amazing as the Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande records, but it is almost their equal.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"I'll boil easier than you
Crush my bones into glue
I'm a go-getter
The system's in red
The room is inbred
I'm a go-getter

Don't hold no harm
Don't hold no harm

My children despise my wonderful lies
I'm a go-getter
I see through your walls
And your space down your halls
I'm a go-getter

Don't hold no harm
Don't hold no harm

The fever I feel, the fake and the real
I'm a go-getter
My world just expands
Things just break in my hands
I'm a go-getter

Don't hold no harm
Don't hold no harm."

"No Harm"

Appealing Things

Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Having a day at work to do nothing but personal things
Re-reading The Secret History
Tuna steak
$23 bottles of Stoli at Safeway

Annoying Things

People who laugh after everything they say
Offices with no soundproofing
Job hunting

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