Non-Sequiturs

Damn.

Woof.

Cute.

Yes, please.

Love me some hot back hair.

Not usually my type but, damn.

Sniff.

Handsome.

Gorgeous chest.

Beautiful eyes.

SBJ.

Bear belly.

Adorable.

Yum.

Grrrrr.

So sexy.

Lovely.

Love the belly.

Ditto.

Swoon.

Ginger loveliness.

Handsome.

Lick.

Beautiful body.

Yes.

Nice torso.

Double trouble.

Amazing chest.

Wow.

Last week was rather stressful from a career and financial standpoint. I'm still in a daze about it, and not quite sure how to process it.

There really is no need to like every single thing I post on FB. Seriously.

I will say, the thought of taking another Bar exam is starting to stress me out. I know in the end it will be fine, but it's such a stressful thing to go through.

I will say the moral character application in California was a lot easier to complete than Georgia's.

It would be nice one day to have a job that you can actually leave the office and not have to take it home with you.

Yes.

While living in the city can be a struggle, I am very glad that we are fortunate to have a washer and dryer. Almost makes up for no air conditioning :)

Sometimes the best thing in the world is coming home to someone who wants to see you.

I think it is pretty damn good that I registered online to take the CA bar exam, got my moral character application completed, and fingerprints taken care of, all in one day. Just waiting on my certificate of good standing to come from GA and I should be complete.

I wish I could get out of head sometimes.

Who knew? I like tabasco sauce on pizza.

I tried out the 24 Hour Fitness gym across the street from my office. From a convenience standpoint it is the logical choice for me to join, however, my experience there was so bad, I will not set foot in there again. The staff was rude and unhelpful, and the gym itself was a barely a starter gym. I felt uncomfortable the whole time I was there.

Checked out Fitness SF this week. After the horrible experience at 24 Hour Fitness, this was like walking through the pearly gates.

LOL.

I love San Francisco, but I do miss Atlanta.

Folsom is next weekend!!

I don't really miss driving all that much, but I do miss the convenience of it.

Do people still care what area code your phone number is?

Although it is nice having a grocery store a block from us, it is not a very good one. If the Murder Kroger in Atlanta has a better produce section than yours, you are doing something very wrong.

It's amazing the difference in my mood when the sun is out.

I passed a kidney stone the other day. No pain and no warning. If you ever have to pass one, make sure it is like that, the other ones are not so fun.

Hee hee.

I am not Julie McCoy for your sexcapades during Folsom.

If your Scruff pic looks like Ron Jeremy circa 1982, it is a pretty good chance I am not interested.

I haven't really worked out since we moved to San Francisco. After one workout this week, it is amazing at how sore I am.

"You're not lost if no one is looking for you."

Pasta is always so much better the next day.

The Kwabs album is some killer R&B.

Deep.

Just because we knew each other briefly in college doesn't mean I want to friend you on FB.

The only disappointing thing about moving to San Francisco so far is a few people we considered friends here that have had no interaction with us whatsoever.

Talking about how much money you make is tacky.

I seriously tried to watch the GOP debates with an open mind, however, it just felt like watching a high school debate. It disintegrated into name calling and personal attacks.

Atlanta drivers in the rain = San Francisco pedestrians in the rain.

I hate when my work wife is out of the office.

Your cute, and your zen, for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Christ, or credit?
What's the prize?
What's the edit?
I'm alive
I don't credit
A source
I just drive
And then the fog rolls in
And then they're bright..
My enemies
They're just trying..
Trying to kill me

Breaking the waves
I can't ignore (I tried)
The ocean is strong
I cannot stem the tide
Breaking the waves
I can't ignore (I tried)
I can't seem to stem
The tide no more (?)
I tried
I tried

Drive me to ?
I've got the time
And it's been too long
Since I've been
Driving all night
On the back road's winding
Under the stars
That are slowly dying
(oh no)

Breaking the waves
I can't ignore (I tried)
The ocean is strong
I cannot stem the tide
Breaking the waves
I can't ignore (I tried)
I can't seem to stem
The tide no more (?)
I tried
I tried.

Jack-knifed
On the side-street crossing
I'm still alive
(and that's something)
And when I die
There will be nothing....to say
Except I tried
Not to waste another day
Trying to stem the tide."

Deerhunter
"Breaker"

"I'm sorry if I seem uninterested
Or I'm not listenin', or I'm indifferent
Truly I ain't got no business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself
Not in this room with people who don't even care about my well-being
I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend
So you can, go back, please enjoy your party
I'll be here
Somewhere in the corner
Under clouds of marijuana
With this boy who's hollering
I can hardly hear
Over this music I don't listen to
And I don't wanna get with you
So tell my friends that I'll be over here.

Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh I asked myself, what am I doin' here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here.

Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist, but usually I don't mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and your
Intentions aren't to bother me
But honestly I'd rather be
Somewhere with my people
We can kick it and just listen to
Some music with a message, like we usually do
And we'll discuss our big dreams
How we plan to take over the planet
So pardon my manners
I hope you'll understand that I'll be here
Not there in the kitchen
With the girl who's always gossiping about her friends
So tell them I'll be here
Right next to the boy who's throwin' up
Cause he can't take what's in his cup no more
Oh God why am I here?

Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh I asked myself, what am I doin' here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here.

Hours later congregatin' next to the refrigerator
Some girl talkin' 'bout her haters, she ain't got none
How did it ever come to this? I shoulda never come to this
So holla at me, I'll be in the car when you're done
I'm stand-offish, don't want what you're offerin'
And I'm done talkin', awfully sad it had to be that way
So tell my people when they're ready that I'm ready
And I'm standin' by the TV with my beanie low
Yo I'll be over here.

Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh I asked myself, what am I doin' here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here"

Alessia Cara
"Here"

Appealing Things

Mitchell's ice cream
Grace Coddington's memoir
Empress Of
Ryan Adams covering Taylor Swift
Finding the right gym

Annoying Things

Loud people
Forgetting your umbrella when it rains
Being accosted by screaming homeless men
When you ask someone to do something and they don't do it