that icon is so ironic i'm crying
seriously.
so i've been mostly blogging on the space but fuck it. i can copy and paste. right? i'm living in florida for a bit. this was posted 2 days ago. funny, it seems like forever. time passes real slow in the country.
Hello all,
So I made it to Florida. After 2 crazy days in Santa Cruz mostly drinking myself into renal failure while trying to say by to the right people I figured I'd better get my ass back to San Francisco so I could do double the goodbyes in half the time. The night before I had to fly out 6:30 am I met some people at mission bar. The turnout was good, drinks were had, and I had a decent buzz on by the time I had to leave at 11pm so I could pack at johnny and jess' house (formally my own and where all my crap is) and get to my mom's house by midnight.
She actually gave me a curfew, can you believe it? My mom hasn't given me a curfew since I was 16 or so but she insisted I be at her house by midnight so I could get some sleep. Ya, that wasn't going to happen. I wanted to see Jessica before I left cause I'd only seen her once for about 3 minutes since she shed me from her life. So I waited and waited and called and called to no avail, she had been drinking, I had been drinking, and she figured that'd be a recipe for disaster. Maybe she was right but I was extremely upset regardless.
So I "packed" and drank more.
Packing tip: don't do it drunk. I have 1 pair of pants, 2 shorts, 7 t-shirts, 4 pairs of socks, 3 pairs of shoes, and 4 underwear. No toothbrush, no body wash, no towel, etc. I didn't even know what I had until I opened it up that night. Most of it was dirty too as I didn't have time to do any laundry and most of what I took was from my little "I'm homeless" bag. No worries, most of that stuff can be bought at stores around here.
Well not really around here. I'm at least 10 miles from anything you could consider a town of even a village. I'm 20 or so minutes from Tampa where the devil rays are battling the Boston red sox for the American league title and a bid to the world series. The closest would be San Antonio.
No, not that one. The one the spurs play for is in Texas.
This one is tiny tiny tiny but I has an ok taqueria and more importantly a post office so I can send you all the snail mail I drunkenly promised you all I'd send. Beautiful houses here. Old southern houses strait out of a cheesy romance novel. There's nothing cheesy about these houses though, they're begging to be painted on canvas. Wrap around decks, all two story with the columns in the front like the white house.
The closest real city is Dade city, roughly 9-10 miles away. Its nice I guess. Kinda reminds me of riverside for some reason but much much nicer, tons of palm trees and truly green.
As any triple a magazine will tell you Florida is extremely hot and humid. When I first got in at 5 pm it was 95 degrees with 85 percent humidity. At 10:30 it was 80 and 85. You could ring out the fucking air like a towel I swear to god. It's also insanely flat.
My kingdom for a bike.
so i've been mostly blogging on the space but fuck it. i can copy and paste. right? i'm living in florida for a bit. this was posted 2 days ago. funny, it seems like forever. time passes real slow in the country.
Hello all,
So I made it to Florida. After 2 crazy days in Santa Cruz mostly drinking myself into renal failure while trying to say by to the right people I figured I'd better get my ass back to San Francisco so I could do double the goodbyes in half the time. The night before I had to fly out 6:30 am I met some people at mission bar. The turnout was good, drinks were had, and I had a decent buzz on by the time I had to leave at 11pm so I could pack at johnny and jess' house (formally my own and where all my crap is) and get to my mom's house by midnight.
She actually gave me a curfew, can you believe it? My mom hasn't given me a curfew since I was 16 or so but she insisted I be at her house by midnight so I could get some sleep. Ya, that wasn't going to happen. I wanted to see Jessica before I left cause I'd only seen her once for about 3 minutes since she shed me from her life. So I waited and waited and called and called to no avail, she had been drinking, I had been drinking, and she figured that'd be a recipe for disaster. Maybe she was right but I was extremely upset regardless.
So I "packed" and drank more.
Packing tip: don't do it drunk. I have 1 pair of pants, 2 shorts, 7 t-shirts, 4 pairs of socks, 3 pairs of shoes, and 4 underwear. No toothbrush, no body wash, no towel, etc. I didn't even know what I had until I opened it up that night. Most of it was dirty too as I didn't have time to do any laundry and most of what I took was from my little "I'm homeless" bag. No worries, most of that stuff can be bought at stores around here.
Well not really around here. I'm at least 10 miles from anything you could consider a town of even a village. I'm 20 or so minutes from Tampa where the devil rays are battling the Boston red sox for the American league title and a bid to the world series. The closest would be San Antonio.
No, not that one. The one the spurs play for is in Texas.
This one is tiny tiny tiny but I has an ok taqueria and more importantly a post office so I can send you all the snail mail I drunkenly promised you all I'd send. Beautiful houses here. Old southern houses strait out of a cheesy romance novel. There's nothing cheesy about these houses though, they're begging to be painted on canvas. Wrap around decks, all two story with the columns in the front like the white house.
The closest real city is Dade city, roughly 9-10 miles away. Its nice I guess. Kinda reminds me of riverside for some reason but much much nicer, tons of palm trees and truly green.
As any triple a magazine will tell you Florida is extremely hot and humid. When I first got in at 5 pm it was 95 degrees with 85 percent humidity. At 10:30 it was 80 and 85. You could ring out the fucking air like a towel I swear to god. It's also insanely flat.
My kingdom for a bike.