Non-Sequiturs

Lovely.

Ginger hotness.

Yes.

Gorgeous belly.

Cutie.

Boys in blue.

UNF.

Beefy.

Sexy.

Damn.

Wet.

Cub at rest.

Adorable.

Hot.

Amazing body.

Grrrr.

The other night we were at a bar in the Castro and a straight couple from England struck up a conversation with us. Their accents were so thick, at first I thought they were German. I could barely understand what they were saying. They were very nice, however, towards the end of the conversation I was thinking in my head "please go away now."

I find it odd that we have two palm trees in front of our house.

I was looking down Davis Street (Financial District of San Francisco) trying to figure out why the top of the building at the end of the street looked so weird. It was the top of a cruise ship.

It's been in the upper 80s here this week. I did not sign up for this.

This reminds me of my friend David.

I gave a presentation down in our Menlo Park (Silicon Valley) office. It is a nice office, but it's in the middle of nowhere.

I will admit to being jealous of all my friends in Sitges.

Found out today that I have to take the California Bar exam within a year of coming here. I was not aware of that, not that it would have deterred me from coming here. I can moan and groan about it all I want, however, I need to take it. So, I will buckle down and get it done.

The big debate in my mind right now is whether to handwrite or use a computer to take the exam.  I graduated law school right as using computers was beginning, so I have never taken a law school exam or anything similar on one.  I may just stick to handwriting so I am comfortable.

San Francisco has some beautiful men.

Much needed this week.

It's been so hot at night, I haven't been doing any reading in bed. The heat just zaps the energy out of you.

We unpacked the rest of our boxes this week. It still amazes me how how much crap we ended up bringing with us.

I am ready for some quiet nights at home.

If you had the chance to redo one thing in you life, would you, and if so, what would it be?

Stop giving idiots attention. It just makes things worse.

Yes.

Metric is one of those bands that I love their singles but their full lengths do nothing for me. Their new record Pagans In Vegas is surprisingly solid.

We went the Sanctuary party on Sunday night. It was in the same club that Real Bad is in, and it just felt weird there. Also, the music was just so so. Phil B was really off and Morabito was just fair. It did not warrant the steep ticket price, that is for sure.

While it has been a challenge to integrate myself into our office here, I am slowly and surely getting a better foothold.

John Grant's video for his song "Disappointing" is better than the song.

I thought I might like Peet's coffee better than Starbucks, but no.

It's hard getting accustomed to having a roommate again.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"The cut-out eye holes in your mask
They're windows into your soul
Painting pictures of your past

I’m not a pessimist
I’m just a realist

I fell for my own honeytrap
I swear I saw it coming
I wish I could take it back

There’s no prosperity
I'll never belong here

I've never belonged here
I'll never belong
I've never belonged here

You play your cards close to your chest
Cause’ this is the age of
The 'bystander effect’

I’m not a realist
I’m a surrealist."

Secular Ghost
"The Bystander Effect"

Appealing Things

New episodes of Black Mirror
The return of The Leftovers
Metric
Dinner on someone else's tab
Walking in San Francisco
Dancing with good friends

Annoying Things

Having to take another Bar Exam
San Francisco heatwaves
Constantly being accosted by homeless people
When MUNI stops running for no reason

Non-Sequiturs

Yes.

If I had a body like that, I would be looking at it all the time as well.

Cutie beef.

Delicious.

Furry hotness.

Beefy.

Damn.

Locker room booty and back.

Wow.

UNF.

Haaaay.

Adorable.

Ginger tatts.

Cute and beard.

Thick.

Yawn.

Stretch.

Daddy beef.

Solid.

Brawny man.

Woof.

Perfect.

That body is amazing.

Dapper.

Sexy smirk.

Cutie cub.

Grrrr.

Lick.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Isn't the point of a committee to do the task they have been assigned?

If you want to catch someone in a lie about something, ask them a yes or no question. It is much harder to lie when you don't have wiggle room to fabricate an answer.

Although I am happy with my job at the moment, I have job search engines send me job openings every week just in case some dream job pops up. LinkedIn obviously has a bizarre process, as I keep getting job openings in completely unrelated areas of work.

I rarely de-friend someone on FB; you have to be a complete dick for me to do that. But if all you do is whine or be pessimistic about everything, I assure you I will hide you from my feed.

Exactly.

It amazes me how much my tastes have changed as I have gotten older.

One of the worst band names ever: I Blame Coco. Thankfully they changed their name.

It is sociologically interesting seeing that there really is a sort of caste system in the office. Partners of course are the upper class, followed by the associates, then staff attorneys, paralegals, then rest of the staff. All partners and associates have offices with windows, while most of the staff has interior offices or workstations. As a staff attorney, originally I was given an interior office, and it was interesting that some of the staff would treat me different from an associate; different in that there was a bit of a dismissive attitude towards me. When I got my exterior office, certain people who had been rather ugly to me, now are sweet as pie. It makes me roll my eyes that this still goes on.

If I don't like you, I will just ignore you.

Love it.

Paperwhites are so pretty. Too bad their smell makes me want to retch.

Seriously, some people need to get on meds, or up their dose.

Daft Punk's Random Access Memories is the most overrated record ever.

Sensitive skin formula body wash from Target is awful. It won't even make a lather.

I judge you if you can't use "your" and "you're" properly.

So disgusting, but soooo funny.

Personally, I don't understand why someone would want to be in a Sir, boy, pup, etc. relationship, but I don't care if someone wants to be in one. Does that make me judgmental?

What is the damn point of celery?

I find it ironic that FB gets mad if you send a friend request to someone you don't know personally, and yet there are at least 3 people in my "people you should know" window that I have no friends in common with. In a secondary note, "people you should know" should sometimes be labeled "people you would like to fuck."

You can't force a relationship, whether it be a friend or a partner.

No comment necessary.

Burning Man seems like a lot of work.

The Leftovers keeps pulling me further under its spell.

I may have another inguinal hernia. Sigh. Well, good thing is, I have been through it before, so I know what to expect.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Flipping out the light trying to survive this endless fight
If we shoot them down, we can make it right, we'll make it right
And they light the sky as they multiply, they multiply
No matter what they try, they won't take away our will to fight
If we shoot them down, we can make it right, we'll make it right

They broke the walls we guarded
But we don't care about it
We'll finish what we started
So promise me that
We'll be the lionhearted
For we don't care about it
We'll finish what we started
So promise me that they'll fall

So promise me that

No matter what they try, they won't take away our will to fight
If we shoot them down, we can make it right, we'll make it right
And up against all odds, take a thousand lives, a thousand lives
So if you shoot them down, we can make it right, we'll make it right."

Porter Robinson
"Divinity"

"Little light shining
Little light will guide them to me
My face is all lit up
My face is all lit up
If they find me racing white horses
They'll not take me for a buoy.

Let me be weak, let me sleep and Dream Of Sheep.
Oh I'll wake up to any sound of engines
Every gull a seeking craft
I can't keep my eyes open
Wish I had my radio
I'd tune into some friendly voices.

Talking 'bout stupid things
I can't be left to my imagination
Let me be weak, let me sleep And Dream Of Sheep
Ooh, their breath is warm,
And they smell like sleep
And they say they take me home
Like poppies, heavy with seed
They take me deeper and deeper."

Kate Bush
"And Dream of Sheep"

Appealing Things

New Aphex Twin record
Getting geared up for Folsom
The new Porter Robinson record Worlds is my not-so-guilty pleasure
Zaxby's
The Magician's Land by Lev Grossman
Spoon's "Do You?"

Annoying Things

The thought of having surgery again and not being able to lift for 3 months
The new Taylor Swift song
How horribly tabloid-esque all the news channels have gotten
Plain oatmeal