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The Dyke March was incredible.
Epic roaming dance parties blasting from trucks and windows and stages and people just marching around with trumpets and drum sets.
I think I'm desensitized to boobs now. Never seen so many in one day/place. Kim saw two lesbians fucking with a strap on at Dolores Park, and a cop very awkwardly but politely asking them to stop.
Ninja misdirection skills holding two 22's of Newcastle into the heavily fortified night-time secure dance party area as I held my bike messenger bag open for very invasive prodding.
Saved Amy's life from low blood sugar diabetic shit, gave the EMT about 15,000 different fake names as she gulped down his sugar goo, had security guys and cab driver guys following my instructions as if they were supposed to.
SO FUN BUT SO EXHAUSTING!!!
Friday? Sunday?
Mixed bags. Swimming and sitting under trees was nice though.
I am putting an offer on a house today, Capp and 24th (a block from Mission),
I could be moving within two months if they go for it. Backyard punk rock shows and BBQs ftw.
Way to much packed into a few days, didn't get ANY of the things I super wanted to do or had to do done, but had fun with most of the things I ended up doing instead.
Now have to finish writing a bio and press release, visit Warped Tour for a few hours yesterday, visit Attaboy's BBQ earlier today, fill mail-orders, fix website issues, pack up these Blatz records that finally came in, pick up 200 of these epic new sweatshirts that I'll tell you about later (just as amazing and custom made as the jackets), umm.. More that I cant keep track of. Have to go back in time and be done with all of that a few weeks ago. Sweet.
OK its official, I'm hiring, applicant must have laptop, organization, computer skills, friendly and professional writing skills. Work at a real record label/production company/whatever the fuck you want to call the whatever it is that I do. I quit.
Orange juice and back rubs please.
xoxoxo
Epic roaming dance parties blasting from trucks and windows and stages and people just marching around with trumpets and drum sets.
I think I'm desensitized to boobs now. Never seen so many in one day/place. Kim saw two lesbians fucking with a strap on at Dolores Park, and a cop very awkwardly but politely asking them to stop.
Ninja misdirection skills holding two 22's of Newcastle into the heavily fortified night-time secure dance party area as I held my bike messenger bag open for very invasive prodding.
Saved Amy's life from low blood sugar diabetic shit, gave the EMT about 15,000 different fake names as she gulped down his sugar goo, had security guys and cab driver guys following my instructions as if they were supposed to.
SO FUN BUT SO EXHAUSTING!!!
Friday? Sunday?
Mixed bags. Swimming and sitting under trees was nice though.
I am putting an offer on a house today, Capp and 24th (a block from Mission),
I could be moving within two months if they go for it. Backyard punk rock shows and BBQs ftw.
Way to much packed into a few days, didn't get ANY of the things I super wanted to do or had to do done, but had fun with most of the things I ended up doing instead.
Now have to finish writing a bio and press release, visit Warped Tour for a few hours yesterday, visit Attaboy's BBQ earlier today, fill mail-orders, fix website issues, pack up these Blatz records that finally came in, pick up 200 of these epic new sweatshirts that I'll tell you about later (just as amazing and custom made as the jackets), umm.. More that I cant keep track of. Have to go back in time and be done with all of that a few weeks ago. Sweet.
OK its official, I'm hiring, applicant must have laptop, organization, computer skills, friendly and professional writing skills. Work at a real record label/production company/whatever the fuck you want to call the whatever it is that I do. I quit.
Orange juice and back rubs please.
xoxoxo