Faints.
Swoons uncontrollably.
Haaaay.
Daddy is waiting.
Beach bear.
Tackle me, please.
Woof.
Beast belly.
Gorgeous.
Cutie.
Ditto.
Lovely chest.
So, this has been my first couple of weeks in San Francisco, and here are some initial observations:
I love being able to walk one block from my house and catch the train to the office. I think I actually have a shorter commute than before.
I also love that I can take any train line back and forth between my office and home.
It is very odd that the weather can be drastically different from my house to the office, and it is only 2.5 miles apart.
I am really having to struggle with the whole recycle/compost/trash issue. Every time you go to throw something away, you have to have an intellectual debate with yourself over where it goes.
San Francisco is truly a breathtakingly beautiful city, but the streets are absolutely filthy.
San Franciscans love their coffee nuclear hot.
It's hard getting used to no air conditioning.
This said, mainly because my second weekend here temperatures were in the upper 80s. Of course, at night it cools off considerably.
I love being able to walk to pretty much anywhere.
It's nice being on west coast time, so that at 2 PM here, I generally stop getting emails from people on the east coast.
The weather so far is amazing. I do not miss the heat and humidity in Atlanta.
My first day in San Francisco there was a 3.3 magnitude earthquake. We never even felt it.
My second week there was a 4.0 earthquake and I never felt it.
We love our apartment, and the neighborhood.
Paying 10 cents for a bag to carry your food can get quite annoying. Thankfully I have bags at my office and home so I don't usually have to pay for one.
I ended up with a nice office at work, though I am on a very low traveled section of the hallway, so it is going to take a lot more effort to get to know people here.
It is very dangerous that there is a Chipotle across the street from my office. I just need to remember to go on the days that the stingy girl doesn't work. She is very conservative with her toppings.
The one odd thing about my office is that not one person has introduced themselves to me. I have had to make every single introduction.
I have never ridden a bus on public transit until moving here.
I still haven't really experienced Karl the Fog yet.
I have to check myself all the time here that not every gorgeous man in SF is gay. Though 95% of the time they usually are.
It's been really difficult for me to get used to being 3 hours behind everyone on the east coast.
In my office, they apparently have not heard of closing one's door while having a 2 hour conference call.
It's rather shocking how many guys on Scruff that live in SF don't show face pics. Isn't this why one moves to SF, so you don't have to be anonymously gay?
Chinatown is a much better experience with my Asian coworkers who know the best places to eat.
There is a redwood park right next to the Transamerica Pyramid. It is lovely.
At our Safeway, they are super serious about 15 items or less in the express lane.
Also, it is interesting that a lot of items are locked up in the grocery store, including, for some reason, soap.
Everyone here bitches about BART/MUNI, however, if they came from Atlanta, I don't think they would be that upset with it.
None of the clubs here know how to use AC properly. They are always ridiculously hot.
I have to take a written driver's test here. Ugh.
Two weeks without my stuff is too long. I need the rest of my clothes.
You really don't need a gym here because all the damn hills give you a killer workout. I've already gotten a Beyonce butt.
Apparently they test air raid sirens at 12:00 PM every day. It's a bit jarring.
I have this huge city to explore and right now I am even overwhelmed by my neighborhood.
Our friends have very interesting jobs, anywhere from the tech industry to the porn industry.
Thankfully I learned before I got here that you are not supposed to call it San Fran or Frisco. You either call it San Francisco or The City. People are very persnickety about how to pronounce things here as well.
I love the small, off the main path streets here. So much beauty.
Oddest thing I have seen in this city is a woman eating a corn cob for breakfast on MUNI.
No one uses their car horn here.
My body can only subsist on fast food and restaurant meals for so long before pitching a fit.
I hate being stood up. I especially hate being stood up twice in one week.
And I hate needing to do something that you don't want to do.
My office has curtains and not blinds. I love that.
Sometimes you have to just find your own way.
I have no idea how much a stamp is these days.
The new Brandon Flowers album is the best album from 1987.
Passive aggressive doesn't really work for me.
Nor does being demanding.
I still haven't seen All the President's Men.
While I initially didn't like the new Beach House record, it is finally growing on me. They don't go far outside their wheelhouse, but they change things ever so slightly.
There are several friends I had from growing up, college, or early work days (before the Internet) that I would have thought would be all over FB and don't have accounts. Even more interesting, is that in the last few months I have met many people who don't have them.
You can be a dog person all you want, cats will always be cooler.
It's very simple, if you don't want to do something don't say you are going to do it.
Some people will always disappoint you. You have to brush it off and move on.
I'm doing my best not to take things too seriously.
I don't understand people's aversion to going to movies or out to eat alone.
Music doesn't have to be pretty to be music.
Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain
"You tell me there’s a pharaoh in town
And now the time is gone out the doors
They tell me he’s a household name
Only no one has a house anymore
They tell me there’s a way to cheat death
And how you let him do it at once
I bet you say he never does wrong
I don’t why you say it so much
If all your children made it out alive
Then why would you ever go back
Take you pharaoh and put him in the black suck
Why don’t you take for yourself
You’re living in an overturned boat
You’re waiting for the ladder to come
But every time you try to give blood
You somehow end up sinking it in
If all your children made it out alive
Then why would you ever go back
Take you pharaoh and put him in the black suck
Why don’t you take for yourself
Why don’t you smash him all up
Give me the gun…
With all these riches, put it at your god’s feet
Why would ever say no, when would you ever say no
All this fantage? Wondering round with no phones
Why would ever say no, when would you ever say no
With all those people laying down their whole lives
Why would ever say no, when would you ever say no
Break your pharaoh and throw him in the red sea
I’m gonna do it myself!"
Everything Everything
"Zero Pharaoh"
"Take me by the hand
Will you guide me through this phase
Of not really knowing where I am
Or knowing who I am
I could think of it as
I gave all my best in loving you
But I know it’s not true
It’s just my way of getting through
We experience the love that we think we deserve
And I guess I thought
I didn’t need much from this world
So I left you
But you’re exactly what I like
I will give you my whole life
Mmmm you taste so nice
Oh this feels so right
Take me by the throat
Will you push me up against this wall
And spit all your hurt on me
So I can feel my reach
I have these dreams
Of you laying it on me
We experience the love that we think we deserve
And I guess I thought
I didn’t need much from this world
So I left you
But you’re exactly what I like
I will give you my whole life
Mmmm you taste so nice
Oh this feels so right
We can’t explain why
We hurt the ones we love most of all
Deep in the iris
You see a place of hope again."
Braids
"Taste"
Appealing Things
Being able to call San Francisco my home
Getting our furniture finally
Being on the water again
Seeing HEALTH for my first SF concert
Finding an awesome Thai restaurant in my neighborhood
Annoying Things
Walking to Starbucks this morning and seeing a very healthy family of rats outside Safeway
Less than friendly people in the new office
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