quinne

so.. yesterday i spent the afternoon in the sun infront of the mexican restaurant on 5th ave and 12th street in oakland. most of me was in the shade. not my left arm... my giant pink flower tattoo is swollen and sore and filling me with regret and agony. i need to carry a fucking umbrella when it's sunny. it sucks because i love love love laying in the sun. that good 'ol vitamin d! i'm excited for freckels and tan lines and warm skin. yes! yes! yes!
so saturday i went to sf with roach to see hightower and one in the chamber and had a blast. i got to see my friend jake who i reallllllly have missed a lot. and dig some awesome music. that and mission mexican food at 2am.. which is a good sign you're having a good night, that is if it ends with a successful mexican food hunt! win! the next morning someone(not me) was super hungover so she called out of work to recover and hang out with me on the back porch...

always a good choice!
so once she was better we decided to go to my friend mario's play in west oakland at the noodle factory... check out round belly theatre.. his play is called 'living room' and was really good. i love that i have such amazing and talented friends
speaking of amaizng and talented, i've been spending a lot of time talking to my adorable friend kalvin, he draws monsters ... play nice... he actually does lots of things i like...
alright i'm gonna get back to work...anyone want to recomend a good book? i've read everything in my house and i need a good book. and cross your fingers my fucking arm starts feeling better and the swelling goes away.

btw, riding a bike in a very short sundress is a little(a lot) tricky, but i think i've got it down...