what a day. woke up sweating, the house like a greenhouse. we have a big skylight and when it's hot the house roasts. i don't like it when it's hot, if i have to do anything. if i can just lay around that is perfect. and be fed dolmas by sexy people.
soon after waking i obtained an outing! by motorcycle! to the beach! we looked at limpets on the rocks and tried to ignore the sounds of screaming children. everyone is so predictable in sf. it goes like this:
OH MY GOD IT'S HOT. TO THE BEACH.
or
OH GOD THE FIRST WEEK OF RAIN OF THE RAINY SEASON. TIME TO IMMEDIATELY FORGET HOW TO DRIVE!
this isn't really that related, but i love sf so much that my feelings get hurt when people don't like it here.
mew.
i have allergies
soon after waking i obtained an outing! by motorcycle! to the beach! we looked at limpets on the rocks and tried to ignore the sounds of screaming children. everyone is so predictable in sf. it goes like this:
OH MY GOD IT'S HOT. TO THE BEACH.
or
OH GOD THE FIRST WEEK OF RAIN OF THE RAINY SEASON. TIME TO IMMEDIATELY FORGET HOW TO DRIVE!
this isn't really that related, but i love sf so much that my feelings get hurt when people don't like it here.
mew.
i have allergies
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prudence:
that poem rules 
fixer:
LE baby, I haven't been in LA for 2 years. I have been living in Cork City, Ireland. sucks how easy it is to lose track of people over time and distance. Where are you these days, SF or NY or elsewhere?