San Francisco is such a small fucking town. It boggles my mind.
Last night I went to Lucky 13, my favorite bar, and ran into this girl that dated this guy I've dated. She and I have only talked once, when he introduced us months ago. I see her from time to time at SF black metal shows. So, there we are, on opposite ends of the room, stealing secret glances at one another. I imagine our conversation would go something like this, were we to actually have one.
"So, uh....you dated that one guy, huh?"
"Yeah, you too, eh?"
"Yep. Actually I have a feeling that while he was dating you, he was interested in me."
"He was! That's why he stopped seeing me and started seeing you!"
"I thought so. But wait, he stopped seeing me a few months ago, and I think it was because of you."
"Probably. Well, not JUST me. But you know how it goes."
*akward silence*
"Well, tell him I said hi."
Whatever, she eventually left and the akwardness went away. I ran into this very cute and very funny guy I met last week at a different bar and ended up bar-hopping all across the city with him and his hilarious friend. So, instead of going back to Oakland like a good girl, I got terribly wasted and crashed at his house. I passed out while listening to the Beastie Boys. That can't be good for my brain.
Woke up at 11am, bade Max goodbye and stumbled to the MUNI, where as luck would have it, the only crazy crackhead on the whole bus sits next to me. She was wearing a lime-green housecoat stained with various questionable substances and would muble quietly about money, rope, cats, underground chasms...you know, the norm. Then all of a sudden, she'd scream bloody murder at the top of her lungs and all the people would turn around and look at ME, as if I was stabbing the bitch.
So, needless to say, I got off MUNI a bit early and enjoyed a nice walk through the ghetto before I got on bart.
I'm stoked for Friday. I'm going to a MUTHAFUCKIN SNAKES ON A MUTHAFUCKIN PLANE party with Max. Am I a cheesball? Oh, yes.
I also learned a very valuable lesson last night: don't eat at El Farolito BEFORE you start binge drinking. Always do it after. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom. Again.
Last night I went to Lucky 13, my favorite bar, and ran into this girl that dated this guy I've dated. She and I have only talked once, when he introduced us months ago. I see her from time to time at SF black metal shows. So, there we are, on opposite ends of the room, stealing secret glances at one another. I imagine our conversation would go something like this, were we to actually have one.
"So, uh....you dated that one guy, huh?"
"Yeah, you too, eh?"
"Yep. Actually I have a feeling that while he was dating you, he was interested in me."
"He was! That's why he stopped seeing me and started seeing you!"
"I thought so. But wait, he stopped seeing me a few months ago, and I think it was because of you."
"Probably. Well, not JUST me. But you know how it goes."
*akward silence*
"Well, tell him I said hi."
Whatever, she eventually left and the akwardness went away. I ran into this very cute and very funny guy I met last week at a different bar and ended up bar-hopping all across the city with him and his hilarious friend. So, instead of going back to Oakland like a good girl, I got terribly wasted and crashed at his house. I passed out while listening to the Beastie Boys. That can't be good for my brain.
Woke up at 11am, bade Max goodbye and stumbled to the MUNI, where as luck would have it, the only crazy crackhead on the whole bus sits next to me. She was wearing a lime-green housecoat stained with various questionable substances and would muble quietly about money, rope, cats, underground chasms...you know, the norm. Then all of a sudden, she'd scream bloody murder at the top of her lungs and all the people would turn around and look at ME, as if I was stabbing the bitch.
So, needless to say, I got off MUNI a bit early and enjoyed a nice walk through the ghetto before I got on bart.
I'm stoked for Friday. I'm going to a MUTHAFUCKIN SNAKES ON A MUTHAFUCKIN PLANE party with Max. Am I a cheesball? Oh, yes.
I also learned a very valuable lesson last night: don't eat at El Farolito BEFORE you start binge drinking. Always do it after. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom. Again.
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i thought i was unique or something bc people always stare at ME when some crazy person gravitates toward me and commences being cuckoo. but i guess i'm not special after all and people just like to blame the normal (in comparison) person.