Non-Sequiturs

Sweet baby Jebus.

My lovely friend Dustin.  Such a cutie cub.

I want biceps bigger than my legs.

Sexy eyes and furry belly.

Love the beard.

Wet and sexy.

UNF.

Beautiful.

Nice views.

Tight body.

Woof.

So hot.

Perfect beard.

There is nothing much worse than too much cilantro in something, other than perhaps too much mint in something.

Would you live your life differently if you knew how it would end?

The Weeknd is going to be on an arena tour. I have no idea why this surprises me, but it does.

I think we are officially San Franciscans now, we had a homeless person defecate on the street in front of us.

I don't understand people who are rigidly set in their ways.

I miss my cat Missy so much. We were unpacking the other day and I opened up a box with an old scratching post in it that was covered in her fur, and I completely lost it.

I used to be so like this.

I got a PR email about the reformation of a band who they call "shoegaze stalwarts." I have never heard of them, and I like to think I know something about the shoegaze genre.

In this day and age, it is inexcusable to have a blurry picture on an online profile.

Over two weeks after I have moved from my loft I get a message from a Board member asking me what my mailbox number was for the new owner of my place. 1). Why would she wait two weeks to ask for it? 2). Why doesn't the Board and/or the HOA management office know what this number is? 3). There are only about 40 mailboxes, why wouldn't you just try the key in them and find it herself?

I guess I am officially a Californian, I now have a CA driver's license. The DMV ladies were actually very sweet and funny.

Right before we left for the DMV, Andrew asked me what was wrong with my eye. I looked in the mirror and it was black. I have no idea how it happened.

LOL.

Although I may be a Californian now, I will always be Southern.

Reminder: do not take the N train on Tuesday mornings. The street sweeper comes by at that time and will completely coat you in dust and dirt, and who knows what else. I need a Silkwood shower now.

Right now I'm so grudge reading The Girl on the Train. I'm 62% into it and I want to strangle the lead character so bad just so my misery will end.

There is a team of electricians that waits outside the Starbucks I go to in the morning. One is quite handsome. I look forward to seeing him each morning.

I saw Straight Outta Compton last night. Excellent movie, and very entertaining. Plus, my good friend Jon wrote it.

Duvet covers are pointless.

So wrong but so funny.

It seems to me that most Christians are hypocrites.

I need to stop buying blue shirts.

It seems like every week a friend of mine's pet dies.

I don't claim to be the best person in the world, but I will say, if I fuck something up, I will always admit it and do what I can to fix it.

It still amazes me that I live in San Francisco now.

Hee hee.

After moving, I still realize I have way too much stuff.

Ingrown hairs in one's nose are not very pleasant.

One word responses do not inspire confidence in our conversation.

Since moving to San Francisco, I think I have developed a minor addiction to eating pints of Ben & Jerry's in one sitting.

Every other week or so, they have a band play outside my building at lunchtime. They are quite loud.

My boss is bound and determined to get blood from a stone.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"You shout cease fire
But the booms and bangs keep drowning out your cries
And the world comes crashing down before your eyes
And before mine
I cannot tell what's right

I beg calm down
But it's more to you to stay and
stand your ground
Don't you see we're losing more than what we found
Through this fire and dust
We'll never come around

I'd lay down my gun
If I weren't the only one
And I'd give up this fight
If it meant we'd sleep tonight
I'd go gladly through the flames
If it meant you'd speak my name
With love in your voice

You want no more
Because to win's no longer worth the damage done
And if you could I know you take it back and run
And you can't be blamed
Cuz if I could I'd do the same

I'd lay down my gun
If I weren't the only one
And I'd give up this fight
If it meant we'd sleep tonight
I'd go gladly through the flames
If it meant you'd speak my name
With love in your voice."

BASECAMP
"Surrender"

Appealing Things

Gold-Toe brand socks
Passing the CA driver's test the first time
440 Castro
Figuring out the SF transit system
Straight Outta Compton

Annoying Things

People who get on MUNI and don't pay
Trying to figure out the whole recycle/compost/trash thing