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I never used to refer to San Diego as my home, but it's good to be back after seeing the majority of my immediate family for the weekend. I love them, but holy cow..

My oldest little brother and his three friends are really into ICP. They all work in fast food, are really into butcher knives and video games, are always feeding their senses, and they call themselves the Posse. I think it's kinda cute. Until they devour all the donuts in no time at all.

Whitney, Justin and I cruised to San Fran to see Morrisey, Dashboard Confessional, Howie Day and TEARS FOR FEARS. The sun was shining, Morrisey cancelled but they had a look-alike contest in his place and the chick freakin took it all, the emo fans were happily in their own little worlds, we ate lots of crap and Tears for Fears rocked our blocks off. Then we spent the evening on Height commiserating with strangers, watching bikers with cats on their shoulders & cars covered in snow globes as they passed and getting run into by a group of bitches near Payless Shoe Source.

BART is so handy - don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I love SF.

Last night we went to Bar Dynamite and danced to the reggae night dj. We topped it off at 3 with chorizo and a trio of rambuctious gay guys on our tables.

gosh I'm lucky.