Part of my mechanism for dealing with pain has always been to do a bunch of interesting stuff, the idea being that the reason why things suck was because I fucked up somewhere along the way and that interesting things usually lead to more enlightenment and talents. For example, I think it is a damn shame that having grown up in a mexican family I am unable to cook a mean burrito. I know, burritos aren't like that in Mexico (I hear they may be a San Francisco invention) but I still feel like I realistically should be able to provide a bad-ass fuckin' burrito to somebody should the chance arise.
Somewhere along that thought process I ended up buying tickets to Paris. So, I'll be in Paris the first week of December. I've never been before, so it should be fun, I'll know lots of people there. Oh, and I'm going to Vancouver, BC in... about 12 hours. Bought those tickets while drunk, too.
I wonder whether SG has a parisian faction...
Somewhere along that thought process I ended up buying tickets to Paris. So, I'll be in Paris the first week of December. I've never been before, so it should be fun, I'll know lots of people there. Oh, and I'm going to Vancouver, BC in... about 12 hours. Bought those tickets while drunk, too.
I wonder whether SG has a parisian faction...