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All has been well in san francisco. Angela and I made a little trip to Half Moon Bay yesterday to check out the beaches (and there were, like, 7 of them in the immediate vicinity) drive through the rich/ghetto areas of town (and getting lost in the cemetary) and hanging around local art gallery's feeling creepy (most of the residents of Half Moon are either exceptionally old, or really young and rich/trendy blonde girls, at least from what we could tell). Excellent times. Then we came home and made some Sangria and I cooked a fabulous vegetarian meal (we've been eating lots of shit lately so we decided veggies was the way to go right now). Then I saw the Matrix for the first time, sexy Laurance Fishbourne and all. It was actually pretty good, I had no idea what it would be about. Now I'm oblidged to see the other two.
Today we got up super early (which would be 9am) and walked to the castro for some coffee and people watching. I could barely make the walk home, and when we did get home I slept on the couch for about three hours. Now I hanging out in my boxers and dreading work. I'm just not in the mood.
Cracker and Minus are sleeping on the couch right next to each other, seperated by a lumped up blanket. Do they even know?
Today we got up super early (which would be 9am) and walked to the castro for some coffee and people watching. I could barely make the walk home, and when we did get home I slept on the couch for about three hours. Now I hanging out in my boxers and dreading work. I'm just not in the mood.
Cracker and Minus are sleeping on the couch right next to each other, seperated by a lumped up blanket. Do they even know?