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The best Valentine's Day ever. No jocks, no jerks, just fun with girls. (well a girl. and a dude. I'm speaking of Steve and Liza. They take me under their wing when the world abandons me. And I am a charming date.) The lady at the flower store gave me a gerber daisy for free because it had a petal missing. I missed the pillow fight. We were in the subway and there was just this stream of total hotties, no boyfriend in sight, covered in feathers. I am an idiot. But there you have it. Annie Hall was wonderful. (They break up. Spoiler alert. Oops, too late.) I bought from Steve a guitar from Paris. I ended up having to walk home at 1am with a laptop, a guitar, and a flower in a vase. Steve said it was a very San Francisco moment.
On Friday I went to see The Octopus Project with Nick from work and then Liza decided to go and then Steve met us there and it was like omg I have friends and they do stuff with me! The opening bands were terrible and this guy urinated on this other guy and there was this big scene and there were all of these hippies on E trying to groove and it pretty much would have sucked except I was with my friends and we made it fun. Oh yeah and then The Octopus Project played. They are so much better than like every other band ever. I mean, that's just want I want music to be, you know? There's no point in me starting a band because there's already The Octopus Project. I'm just kidding, we can still start a band... an Octopus Project cover band! Word.
This weekend was pretty lame actually. I would be lonely so I'd go out. Then I'd remember that I hate people and go home. Then I'd be lonely again. I need some place to go that isn't loud and filled with crazy and drunk people. But I live in the Haight, you know? It's just... I'm such a monk. I need a mountain top with a DSL connection. And people should climb up there and ask me questions about DHT theory. I'd give them tea and answers.
I have tomorrow off and no good plans for it. I don't want to waste another day lounging in my apartment of being annoyed with humanity in a coffee shop. I need to like go to the beach or something. Except I hate sand... I'm such a mess. Somebody save me. But not past my expiration date, or I will start to smell.
On Friday I went to see The Octopus Project with Nick from work and then Liza decided to go and then Steve met us there and it was like omg I have friends and they do stuff with me! The opening bands were terrible and this guy urinated on this other guy and there was this big scene and there were all of these hippies on E trying to groove and it pretty much would have sucked except I was with my friends and we made it fun. Oh yeah and then The Octopus Project played. They are so much better than like every other band ever. I mean, that's just want I want music to be, you know? There's no point in me starting a band because there's already The Octopus Project. I'm just kidding, we can still start a band... an Octopus Project cover band! Word.
This weekend was pretty lame actually. I would be lonely so I'd go out. Then I'd remember that I hate people and go home. Then I'd be lonely again. I need some place to go that isn't loud and filled with crazy and drunk people. But I live in the Haight, you know? It's just... I'm such a monk. I need a mountain top with a DSL connection. And people should climb up there and ask me questions about DHT theory. I'd give them tea and answers.
I have tomorrow off and no good plans for it. I don't want to waste another day lounging in my apartment of being annoyed with humanity in a coffee shop. I need to like go to the beach or something. Except I hate sand... I'm such a mess. Somebody save me. But not past my expiration date, or I will start to smell.