marginwalker2002

So, just so you all know, I am quite possibly the coolest motherfucker you know. Why? No fucking reason, that's why. I just am. Get over it.

I'm starting to enjoy myself again. I feel strange feeling good, but its something I could get used to. It won't stop me from talking to a doctor about antidepressants, but it wil stop me from pining and whining quite so much. So, if you've been stopping by to feel better about yourself (as in "I feel shitty. Let's see what's blown up in Bryan's face so as to feel better about myself" ) then I hate to say it, but I'm feeling better. Stop by in a couple of weeks. I'm sure some other bomb will have dropped by then

Anyway, San Francisco was great. I hiked amongst the redwoods. I went to Fisherman's Wharf and Ghiarradeli (sp?) Square. I saw Candlestick Park. I searched for an escaped tortoise in the above mentioned redwood forest. At night. Unsuccessfully. And I spent two days with the coolest chilldren on the face of the earth. Who, by the by, fucking loved the plush Cthulhu dolls I bought them.

Pictures will soon follow. Sometime. Don't rush me!

And, by the way, if you have any cool and attractive friends in the San Diego area... Hook a brother up, ya dig?