This time of year always has me thinking of death. In the last few years my dad as well as my aunt and an uncle (not my real aunt, but still like one) have died. Totally unexpectedly.
My mother spent years trying to tell me to make things right with my dad but I never did. I couldn't. It seems to me now that I probably should have but what seems right now isn't always what should have been.
With "the holidays" looming in the near future I find myself thinking a lot about family and what it really means. My friends are my family. I don't come from one of those families that is really close. Really it seems that if we weren't all tied together by some social structure, no one would actually talk to each other (this excludes my mother and grandmother). I get the feeling that none of them like each other very much but continue to go through the motions because its the "right" thing to do.
My dad wasn't really someone I would call family toward the end. The last six years, in fact. I didn't refer to him as my dad in that time and couldn't have cared less about him then. Now, years after his death, I have found a sort of peace with the relationship I had with him. I will call him my dad now because when he wasn't on drugs, that is what he was.
People often ask if we were close when I say that he is dead. A word of advise to everyone, don't ask people that. How close I was to him when he died doesn't really change the way I felt about his death. It still sucks sometimes. Mostly this time of year. I start to think a lot about my own mortality and how I will leave people behind.
Its easier to say that I don't want to burn bridges and hold grudges now that I am a little older and have experienced never making amends. It is not something I think I will do again.
My aunt also died around this time last year. I remember the message my mother left on my phone. I was sitting at my desk at work when I heard it. It is never easy to hear. I went home early from work that day. Actually, I think it was almost one year to the day....
The one thing I always seem to remember about people when they die, better than anything else, is their laugh. I have no real memories of my dad. I have memories where I know he must have been there too but nothing specific about him, except for his laugh. Diane's laugh was one no one could miss or forget.
I know this entry is a little different from the rest but its something I have spent a lot of time thinging about. More than anything it helps keep the bad things in perspective. I may have been friend dumped, had a wheel stolen (more on that later) but it could always be worse.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Missing Pants, Getting Dumped, Too Much Ice Cream
Saturday, October 25th
Fox did laundry the night before. My pants were in the wash but in the morning when I went to put my stuff in my bag they were still wet. We put them back in the dryer.
After a few hours I needed to go and seemed to forget my pants. It was warm so I wore shorts and didn't think twice about it.
I met up with Sam the girl to hangout and say goodbye before she went back to Seattle. I ate the best burrito of my life, this is one that could make me change my mind on Mexican food, at Delores Park with Sam and her friends. It was all fine and dandy but as it got dark it started to get cold. I was calling around for my pants but no one would answer or knew where they were!
I decided to go with Sam and Ken to the top of Bernal Heights for ice cream at Maggie Mudd's. The climb kept my legs warm and it was rather enjoyable. I like climbing hills more at night. It sounds stupid but its true.
After ice cream, I got a call from Liz inviting me to some parties. I rode to her house and hung out. We drank expensive whiskey and sat around. I decided to go find my pants at Dave's if we were going to be out all night.
When I got there, my pants were still no where to be found. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
I just want my pants. What a silly thing to loose too. Who does that?
After an hour of sitting and searching at Dave's I got frustrated and skipped the party to go home.
Sunday, October 26th.
I woke up to go on Fox's birthday walk but I couldn't get a hold of him and wasn't about to wear a skirt across town to not go.
Dave finally called and said he had my pants. They were at the house the whole time but Fox had gotten stoned and accidentally hid them. Cool. I rode as fast as I could to get them and start my day. It was chilly out and I get cold easily.
When I got to the house, Fox was there with my pants. He wouldn't let me go inside to change into them. Jerk. Then it began.
I got dumped. Like Friend Dumped. It was lame. I thought I had made a friend. We hung out a lot and had good times. But apparently he doesn't even like me as a person. He was just attracted to me and it would be dishonest to continue a friendship. Fair enough. At least it was honest. I was just confused because Fox has a way of talking in circles and saying two opposite things at once.
What eves. I was somewhat insulted and frustrated when I left but after thinking about it I realized I have dealt with some shit in my life. This is a tiny bump in the road compared to the devastating news I have heard in the last few years. I was bummed but only for a little while. I will admit I am still confused.
I have never been dumped. By a boyfriend or otherwise. I have always been the dumper and I have to say, having someone tell you they don't like you, for whatever reason and whatever relationship, sucks. Its rough to hear when you thought you were friends. I have a lot more empathy for the people I have dumped now. I am sure the feelings I was experiencing are nothing compared to a girlfriend coming home and saying you suck and she is leaving. I have been an ass hole. I had it coming.
I rode back up to Bernal Heights for ice cream because that always makes me feel better. I ate another Mini Waffle. Sooo Goood! I talked to Jake for a long while and he made me feel better too.
Walking around The Mission, I decided to go get coffee and read at Philz. I ended up drinking tea and sewing hearts onto my sweater. It was an extremely soothing task. Like meditation but I can actually do it because I don't feel unproductive.
After all of that, I went to Whole Foods. I needed to pick up some antibacterial ointment because the cut on my hand is infected.
I thought it was getting better but I woke up with it all crusty with bright yellow puss. It was also really red and swollen. I could pop it like a zit. Gross.
I ran into PJ at the store and we sat around and talked while he was on his break.
Monday, October 27th.
Oh Yay! My first day at The Gold Club!
I thought it was going to be great.... No. It was a really slow day. Its not a stage club and I was "the tattooed girl." It will take a little adjustment. I work again on Thursday and Friday. Then I leave town, so I better make a few hundred both days to make it worth my time.
It was a long day. I had forgotten how much energy it takes to work all day at the club. It was nice to be back to it but still stressful for my body.
That was pretty much my day. I talked to Phil on the phone and stole jelly beans from whole foods.
At like 10:30 I went to PJ's house, officially called "The Dude Mansion." We drank pumpkin beer and I met his roommates and that was the night. We just listened to records and swapped stories. His roomies are crazy, but I like them.
I was exhausted from work so I went home early and slept hard.
Fox did laundry the night before. My pants were in the wash but in the morning when I went to put my stuff in my bag they were still wet. We put them back in the dryer.
After a few hours I needed to go and seemed to forget my pants. It was warm so I wore shorts and didn't think twice about it.
I met up with Sam the girl to hangout and say goodbye before she went back to Seattle. I ate the best burrito of my life, this is one that could make me change my mind on Mexican food, at Delores Park with Sam and her friends. It was all fine and dandy but as it got dark it started to get cold. I was calling around for my pants but no one would answer or knew where they were!
I decided to go with Sam and Ken to the top of Bernal Heights for ice cream at Maggie Mudd's. The climb kept my legs warm and it was rather enjoyable. I like climbing hills more at night. It sounds stupid but its true.
After ice cream, I got a call from Liz inviting me to some parties. I rode to her house and hung out. We drank expensive whiskey and sat around. I decided to go find my pants at Dave's if we were going to be out all night.
When I got there, my pants were still no where to be found. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
I just want my pants. What a silly thing to loose too. Who does that?
After an hour of sitting and searching at Dave's I got frustrated and skipped the party to go home.
Sunday, October 26th.
I woke up to go on Fox's birthday walk but I couldn't get a hold of him and wasn't about to wear a skirt across town to not go.
Dave finally called and said he had my pants. They were at the house the whole time but Fox had gotten stoned and accidentally hid them. Cool. I rode as fast as I could to get them and start my day. It was chilly out and I get cold easily.
When I got to the house, Fox was there with my pants. He wouldn't let me go inside to change into them. Jerk. Then it began.
I got dumped. Like Friend Dumped. It was lame. I thought I had made a friend. We hung out a lot and had good times. But apparently he doesn't even like me as a person. He was just attracted to me and it would be dishonest to continue a friendship. Fair enough. At least it was honest. I was just confused because Fox has a way of talking in circles and saying two opposite things at once.
What eves. I was somewhat insulted and frustrated when I left but after thinking about it I realized I have dealt with some shit in my life. This is a tiny bump in the road compared to the devastating news I have heard in the last few years. I was bummed but only for a little while. I will admit I am still confused.
I have never been dumped. By a boyfriend or otherwise. I have always been the dumper and I have to say, having someone tell you they don't like you, for whatever reason and whatever relationship, sucks. Its rough to hear when you thought you were friends. I have a lot more empathy for the people I have dumped now. I am sure the feelings I was experiencing are nothing compared to a girlfriend coming home and saying you suck and she is leaving. I have been an ass hole. I had it coming.
I rode back up to Bernal Heights for ice cream because that always makes me feel better. I ate another Mini Waffle. Sooo Goood! I talked to Jake for a long while and he made me feel better too.
Walking around The Mission, I decided to go get coffee and read at Philz. I ended up drinking tea and sewing hearts onto my sweater. It was an extremely soothing task. Like meditation but I can actually do it because I don't feel unproductive.
After all of that, I went to Whole Foods. I needed to pick up some antibacterial ointment because the cut on my hand is infected.
I thought it was getting better but I woke up with it all crusty with bright yellow puss. It was also really red and swollen. I could pop it like a zit. Gross.
I ran into PJ at the store and we sat around and talked while he was on his break.
Monday, October 27th.
Oh Yay! My first day at The Gold Club!
I thought it was going to be great.... No. It was a really slow day. Its not a stage club and I was "the tattooed girl." It will take a little adjustment. I work again on Thursday and Friday. Then I leave town, so I better make a few hundred both days to make it worth my time.
It was a long day. I had forgotten how much energy it takes to work all day at the club. It was nice to be back to it but still stressful for my body.
That was pretty much my day. I talked to Phil on the phone and stole jelly beans from whole foods.
At like 10:30 I went to PJ's house, officially called "The Dude Mansion." We drank pumpkin beer and I met his roommates and that was the night. We just listened to records and swapped stories. His roomies are crazy, but I like them.
I was exhausted from work so I went home early and slept hard.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
What Could Go Wrong?
Thursday, October 23rd.
I slept most of the day. I kind of miss the Hampshire house just for the fact that i was up early everyday. I couldn't sleep until noon or later in that house. No matter how tired I was. Now, its quiet and dark and cool. And I have a bed to sleep in.
After that late night of drinking and dancing my body needed rest. I tried getting up a few times but I always ended up asleep again. So I wasted most of my day.
When I did finally decide to do something, I think it was the wrong thing. Or maybe a good thing but really yucky.... To explain, I went to Brain Wash. I just wanted some coffee and to use the internet for a few. While I was there I ran into this guy I had met at the Hella Hipster Party. Ewww. This guy, Kelly Birdich, is the sleaziest, grossest guy I have ever encountered. But I didn't know this when I decided to sit down with him and a bunch of his friends.
His friends aren't bad, and honestly, I am a friend whore. I like meeting new people and will put up with a little bull shit in the hopes of making friends with someone they hang out with. Matt is a cool guy. Kelly is just down right shady, cutty even.
As it turns out he was asking everyone around town, Bike Sam, Bike Katy, Fox, for my phone number. Ewww. Thankfully no one gave it out. I think Fox even laughed at him when he asked. Good boy, Fox.
Anyway, Kelly kept bugging me to go out drinking with them that night. I wasn't having any of it. I went home and made dinner. If there were ever a guy who would slip some shit into your drink and take advantage, I'm pretty sure its this guy.
I went home and made dinner and danced around the studio for a while. It was all great fun! I like to dance. Maybe too much since I can have a dance party anywhere, anytime.
A weird thing happened to me that night too. Weird things have been happening a lot lately....
Fox called.
I get really shitty reception in the apartment so I went outside. I wasn't dressed in any way that would draw attention. I wasn't doing anything to make myself noticed.
I was just talking to Fox and this guy walked by. Just a regular guy, nothing noticeable. He walked past all normal then a block away he tuned around.
He came right up to me and asked if I was talking to my boyfriend. I told him I was and he got all crazy about how lucky my boyf was and how beautiful I was and how he was lucky to have talked to me.
It was weird. I will never ever understand that interaction. What am I supposed to do with that?!?! Sure thing, guy. I'm great! Of course you think so!
I guess it was nice of him. Its nice to be complimented.
Fox just laughed at me the whole time. Jerk.
Friday, October 24th.
Holy crap it was a busy day! I was supposed to get up early to get ingredients for pie. Instead I wasted too much time showering and hadn't left myself with enough time to get to the store and back before my doctors appointment.
I ended up walking most of the way to my appointment. When I left the doctor, I rode to North Beach again for some auditions. I am addicted to money. I think I always have been. I just like having it. Knowing its there.
Anyway, I was hired at all the places I auditioned but didn't fill out any paperwork because I wanted to explore all my options. It took a few hours to get to all the different spots and weed through the places I want nothing to do with.
By the time I was finished in North Beach I was starving (and had run into three different people I know, separately). Since North Beach and Chinatown are just two blocks apart you can only guess where I went to get food. Eastern Bakery for Hum Bow!!! Mmm....
While I was sitting outside of the bakery eating another very strange thing happened. I was staring off into space or something, not paying attention when I heard a little kid yelling in front of me. It was a little Chinese baby, but he could walk. He was pulling his grandmother as hard as he could in my direction. His smile was huge. When he reached me, he just looked up at me smiling, threw his arms around my knees and hugged my legs as hard as he could. It was kind of cute. I definitely did not want to kick him. Then he kissed my knee and smiled some more and ran off.
Fucking weird.
Not to mention that about an hour later I was gushing blood from my nose. I don't know what did it but I had the worst nose bleed I have ever had. It felt shitty and I had to search for a bathroom to wash the blood from my face, chest, hands and it had dripped onto my legs. Sexy. I'm sure I was one hell of a sight to see.
I felt like crap after I cleaned up and was walking through the financial district and ran into Fox. He had rushed into a building so I left a Happy Birthday note on his bike. He caught me as I was walking away and we talked for a moment. I felt better after that and went on my way. I was going to go back to the house and skip everything else I had planned to do but for some reason, I just decided to go into one last club on a whim.
It turns out I have a job at The Top Gentleman's Club in San Francisco. I start Monday and will work for a week to see how it goes (meaning, Ill work for a week for extra cash and then head for Las Vegas). Its good to know that I am skilled enough and attractive enough, with the tattoos, to be hired pretty much anywhere.
By the time I finished at The Gold Club, it was getting late. I had to rush home but before I could get there, Fox called. I went straight to the store for blueberry pie ingredients and took them to Dave's. I changed there and drank a beer while we waited to meet everyone at the Phone Booth. We were the first to arrive and waited at the bar. Finally everyone showed up. I bought Fox shots of Ouzo. At some point we all made our way over to 222 Hyde, a shitty bar in the Tenderloin. I realized I didn't have my ID. Oops. Its gone. I rode all the way back to the Phone Booth, nothing. So I stopped at the house and got my passport. And then back to 222.
There was dancing and lots of drinking and all of the wonderful people I have met through the Hampshire house. It was a lot of fun. I danced with Katy and Fox and Liz until it hurt and I was soaked with sweat.
As we were leaving the bar at what must have been 2, I realized I had a flat, didn't have my bag and was really far from where we were going... Shit. Luckily Fox is always around and prepared. He had everything we needed and changed the tube for me while I was supposed to be taking notes on what to do in the future. I was too drunk to do either properly.
We got home to Dave's. The gate was broken and we couldn't get in. Dave had to come down and kick the gate open to let us in.
I made birthday pie with Fox and Dave. It was way too late/early to be making pie and drinking more beer and whiskey but we did it anyway and it was the shittiest pie ever. They ate it and liked it though. I think we pulled the pie out of the oven at 6am.
I woke up this morning with blueberry pie dried on my arms, dripping with sweat, in my shorts and one of Dave's shirts and Fox sleeping on my stomach. Everyone else was piled up in really awkward puddles around the room. It was like we all decided to sleep on each other the night before. No one just ends up that way.
Holy shit. That is a lot for just two days. All the gruesome details make up for the lack of details from the last post. Somewhere in there I also started writing another story. My life is insane. You have no idea.
I slept most of the day. I kind of miss the Hampshire house just for the fact that i was up early everyday. I couldn't sleep until noon or later in that house. No matter how tired I was. Now, its quiet and dark and cool. And I have a bed to sleep in.
After that late night of drinking and dancing my body needed rest. I tried getting up a few times but I always ended up asleep again. So I wasted most of my day.
When I did finally decide to do something, I think it was the wrong thing. Or maybe a good thing but really yucky.... To explain, I went to Brain Wash. I just wanted some coffee and to use the internet for a few. While I was there I ran into this guy I had met at the Hella Hipster Party. Ewww. This guy, Kelly Birdich, is the sleaziest, grossest guy I have ever encountered. But I didn't know this when I decided to sit down with him and a bunch of his friends.
His friends aren't bad, and honestly, I am a friend whore. I like meeting new people and will put up with a little bull shit in the hopes of making friends with someone they hang out with. Matt is a cool guy. Kelly is just down right shady, cutty even.
As it turns out he was asking everyone around town, Bike Sam, Bike Katy, Fox, for my phone number. Ewww. Thankfully no one gave it out. I think Fox even laughed at him when he asked. Good boy, Fox.
Anyway, Kelly kept bugging me to go out drinking with them that night. I wasn't having any of it. I went home and made dinner. If there were ever a guy who would slip some shit into your drink and take advantage, I'm pretty sure its this guy.
I went home and made dinner and danced around the studio for a while. It was all great fun! I like to dance. Maybe too much since I can have a dance party anywhere, anytime.
A weird thing happened to me that night too. Weird things have been happening a lot lately....
Fox called.
I get really shitty reception in the apartment so I went outside. I wasn't dressed in any way that would draw attention. I wasn't doing anything to make myself noticed.
I was just talking to Fox and this guy walked by. Just a regular guy, nothing noticeable. He walked past all normal then a block away he tuned around.
He came right up to me and asked if I was talking to my boyfriend. I told him I was and he got all crazy about how lucky my boyf was and how beautiful I was and how he was lucky to have talked to me.
It was weird. I will never ever understand that interaction. What am I supposed to do with that?!?! Sure thing, guy. I'm great! Of course you think so!
I guess it was nice of him. Its nice to be complimented.
Fox just laughed at me the whole time. Jerk.
Friday, October 24th.
Holy crap it was a busy day! I was supposed to get up early to get ingredients for pie. Instead I wasted too much time showering and hadn't left myself with enough time to get to the store and back before my doctors appointment.
I ended up walking most of the way to my appointment. When I left the doctor, I rode to North Beach again for some auditions. I am addicted to money. I think I always have been. I just like having it. Knowing its there.
Anyway, I was hired at all the places I auditioned but didn't fill out any paperwork because I wanted to explore all my options. It took a few hours to get to all the different spots and weed through the places I want nothing to do with.
By the time I was finished in North Beach I was starving (and had run into three different people I know, separately). Since North Beach and Chinatown are just two blocks apart you can only guess where I went to get food. Eastern Bakery for Hum Bow!!! Mmm....
While I was sitting outside of the bakery eating another very strange thing happened. I was staring off into space or something, not paying attention when I heard a little kid yelling in front of me. It was a little Chinese baby, but he could walk. He was pulling his grandmother as hard as he could in my direction. His smile was huge. When he reached me, he just looked up at me smiling, threw his arms around my knees and hugged my legs as hard as he could. It was kind of cute. I definitely did not want to kick him. Then he kissed my knee and smiled some more and ran off.
Fucking weird.
Not to mention that about an hour later I was gushing blood from my nose. I don't know what did it but I had the worst nose bleed I have ever had. It felt shitty and I had to search for a bathroom to wash the blood from my face, chest, hands and it had dripped onto my legs. Sexy. I'm sure I was one hell of a sight to see.
I felt like crap after I cleaned up and was walking through the financial district and ran into Fox. He had rushed into a building so I left a Happy Birthday note on his bike. He caught me as I was walking away and we talked for a moment. I felt better after that and went on my way. I was going to go back to the house and skip everything else I had planned to do but for some reason, I just decided to go into one last club on a whim.
It turns out I have a job at The Top Gentleman's Club in San Francisco. I start Monday and will work for a week to see how it goes (meaning, Ill work for a week for extra cash and then head for Las Vegas). Its good to know that I am skilled enough and attractive enough, with the tattoos, to be hired pretty much anywhere.
By the time I finished at The Gold Club, it was getting late. I had to rush home but before I could get there, Fox called. I went straight to the store for blueberry pie ingredients and took them to Dave's. I changed there and drank a beer while we waited to meet everyone at the Phone Booth. We were the first to arrive and waited at the bar. Finally everyone showed up. I bought Fox shots of Ouzo. At some point we all made our way over to 222 Hyde, a shitty bar in the Tenderloin. I realized I didn't have my ID. Oops. Its gone. I rode all the way back to the Phone Booth, nothing. So I stopped at the house and got my passport. And then back to 222.
There was dancing and lots of drinking and all of the wonderful people I have met through the Hampshire house. It was a lot of fun. I danced with Katy and Fox and Liz until it hurt and I was soaked with sweat.
As we were leaving the bar at what must have been 2, I realized I had a flat, didn't have my bag and was really far from where we were going... Shit. Luckily Fox is always around and prepared. He had everything we needed and changed the tube for me while I was supposed to be taking notes on what to do in the future. I was too drunk to do either properly.
We got home to Dave's. The gate was broken and we couldn't get in. Dave had to come down and kick the gate open to let us in.
I made birthday pie with Fox and Dave. It was way too late/early to be making pie and drinking more beer and whiskey but we did it anyway and it was the shittiest pie ever. They ate it and liked it though. I think we pulled the pie out of the oven at 6am.
I woke up this morning with blueberry pie dried on my arms, dripping with sweat, in my shorts and one of Dave's shirts and Fox sleeping on my stomach. Everyone else was piled up in really awkward puddles around the room. It was like we all decided to sleep on each other the night before. No one just ends up that way.
Holy shit. That is a lot for just two days. All the gruesome details make up for the lack of details from the last post. Somewhere in there I also started writing another story. My life is insane. You have no idea.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
I dont have much time....
I dont have much time to write this time so I am going to make it short and sweet while still trying to make it interesting. To be honest I see this as a chore but I know you like reading it and I probably will too later in life.
Monday, October 20th.
I slept in too late. I went out with my new roomie, Josh, to a friends birthday party the night before. We didnt get back to the house until 4am.
The day centered around cleaning. Mallory is wonderful for letting me stay but her house is gross. There was dried dog piss and petrified dog shit all over the house. I spent a good portion of the day cleaning all of that up, showering and doing laundry at Brain Wash. I had run into Bike Katy and Becky there and we drank tons of coffee and laughed about how gross it was.
It nice to have a real bed to sleep in. I washed the sheets and blankets so I dont have to sleep in my sleeping bag anymore.
Tuesday, October 21st.
I tried to go grocery shopping. Did you know that Trader Joes sucks? I do now. Its like a grocery store that doesnt have any food.... I had to walk to the Whole Foods for the rest of the stuff I wanted.
I ran into Sam the boy while I was there. He hurt his knee and has been driving around. We were going to go the the beach but went to meet his friend Kyle in the Castro instead. From there we made our way down to Delores Park. Nothing too exciting happened while we were there. Nothing ever does.
I found my halloween costume at a thrift store we went to. Im really excited about it. I am going to be Molly Ringwald per The Breakfast Club. So good.
We ate indian food and I felt like I was baby sitting four 12 year old boys, so I went home.
Fox called and wanted to go eat some where. Doesn't "Goood Fricken Chicken" sound like Soul food? No Middle Eastern food right!?!? I ate too much hummus and found out I dont like that eggplant shit.
Fox and I decided to make apple pie that night. In our underwear. It was so much fun. And one of the best pies I have made so far.
Wednesday, October 22nd.
I had to steal a skirt from American Apparel for Fox's Birthday walk on Sunday. Who would have though that he could get me into a skirt.... Im not thrilled about it but I will survive. I spent most of the day in Delores park eating junk food and reading.
Josh called me and wanted to make dinner that night. Instead of dinner we drank wine and went out to Benders. It was Whisky Wednesday. $5 for a large shot and a beer. Josh was buying and I got drunk. Oops. Not what I had planned for the night. We ended up at Delerium where they were having soul night. Josh and I danced our asses off. He is a pretty good dancer. I guess every Wednesday is soul night. I'll just go to listen to good music if I can...
Anyway. Thats my life. There are many details I am leaving out but I have one minute left on my card and have to run.
Monday, October 20th.
I slept in too late. I went out with my new roomie, Josh, to a friends birthday party the night before. We didnt get back to the house until 4am.
The day centered around cleaning. Mallory is wonderful for letting me stay but her house is gross. There was dried dog piss and petrified dog shit all over the house. I spent a good portion of the day cleaning all of that up, showering and doing laundry at Brain Wash. I had run into Bike Katy and Becky there and we drank tons of coffee and laughed about how gross it was.
It nice to have a real bed to sleep in. I washed the sheets and blankets so I dont have to sleep in my sleeping bag anymore.
Tuesday, October 21st.
I tried to go grocery shopping. Did you know that Trader Joes sucks? I do now. Its like a grocery store that doesnt have any food.... I had to walk to the Whole Foods for the rest of the stuff I wanted.
I ran into Sam the boy while I was there. He hurt his knee and has been driving around. We were going to go the the beach but went to meet his friend Kyle in the Castro instead. From there we made our way down to Delores Park. Nothing too exciting happened while we were there. Nothing ever does.
I found my halloween costume at a thrift store we went to. Im really excited about it. I am going to be Molly Ringwald per The Breakfast Club. So good.
We ate indian food and I felt like I was baby sitting four 12 year old boys, so I went home.
Fox called and wanted to go eat some where. Doesn't "Goood Fricken Chicken" sound like Soul food? No Middle Eastern food right!?!? I ate too much hummus and found out I dont like that eggplant shit.
Fox and I decided to make apple pie that night. In our underwear. It was so much fun. And one of the best pies I have made so far.
Wednesday, October 22nd.
I had to steal a skirt from American Apparel for Fox's Birthday walk on Sunday. Who would have though that he could get me into a skirt.... Im not thrilled about it but I will survive. I spent most of the day in Delores park eating junk food and reading.
Josh called me and wanted to make dinner that night. Instead of dinner we drank wine and went out to Benders. It was Whisky Wednesday. $5 for a large shot and a beer. Josh was buying and I got drunk. Oops. Not what I had planned for the night. We ended up at Delerium where they were having soul night. Josh and I danced our asses off. He is a pretty good dancer. I guess every Wednesday is soul night. I'll just go to listen to good music if I can...
Anyway. Thats my life. There are many details I am leaving out but I have one minute left on my card and have to run.
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