anja

Yesterday I wandered over to see Elvis Costello at the Bluegrass festival in Golden Gate Park. I'm not really into bluegrass, which was the majority of what he played, but he also played some funny/rockin covers of Loser by Cracker and Jackie Wilson Said by Dexie's Midnight Runners, plus (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace Love and Understanding.

This morning I woke up a 6 o'fuckinclock and rocked some socks at motorcycle class. It was really fun. I rode a scooter this time, since I fuckin suck at manual transmission, and the weight of the bikes make me really nervous. It was a breeze. I'll practice on a motorcycle at my own pace, instead of letting it keep me from learning the actual skills stuff.

I got me some new (to me) threads this afternoon, and I'm really excited about a new pair of knickers. I've been in search of new kicks for a week, and everything I look at, I hate, unless it looks exactly like the pairs that I've worn into the ground over the past few years. I have a habit of buying the same-looking shoes, wearing them nonstop into the ground, then repeating. In fact, after hours of internet searching, I was about to buy a pair identical to the ones that are currently fucking up my gait, when today I stumbled upon these. Hence, I have broken the cycle (though I will wear these nonstop until the soles are falling off, again):


Since I know I am a first-rate asshole about getting other people birthday presents, I'm not expecting any. However, if despite that, my friends decide to get me presents anyhow, I hope that they will pitch in together and pay for me to have a sock-dreams spree. I really need these:

and these:

and these:

among others.