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three months later and i'm in the richmond (rich monde these people are fancy) library with my new card, thank god, i love libraries so hard and this one is pretty close to my house and very close to absolute DINER HEAVEN. really a great start to a lazy day off.
this 3 month sublet is just a RESPITE. danny cleans more than i can keep up with, everybody smokes weed peacefully in their room without coming close to burning the house down, there is not a whiff of animal shit anywhere, and the afternoon/evening sun comes right up to the window by my bed. sleeping in the sun is my favorite, it's even how i celebrated pride - got ridic at brunch doing everything offered to me which was 2 mimosas 2 bloodies 2 shots of jameson and 2 bong rips. 2 much! floated up to the top of the park, and laid at a 45 degree angle in the sun and passed out for hours, they couldn't wake me, just left me to guard the stuff. it made me groggy and grumpy and then i got much grumpier being reminded i have no one to make out with, no one! so boring. i left the club fairly early and walked the two blocks to the 16th street bart station to catch the bus and saw the wild, dorky michael jackson dance party there. this puppy in a man's arm captivated me, she looked just like a baby hugging her dad close. then i got on the bus with this hot dyke who was even grumpier than me!!!!!!!!!!!!! and who was the last one on the bus, while i was the second. inner richmond from the mission bitch, your haircut and tattoos are hot but your bitchface is hotter.
i have anxiety about not having enough fun plans. i have anxiety about my loneliness. i have full hearted joy about living in between the wild jungle that is golden gate park and the magical greenery that is the presidio.
this 3 month sublet is just a RESPITE. danny cleans more than i can keep up with, everybody smokes weed peacefully in their room without coming close to burning the house down, there is not a whiff of animal shit anywhere, and the afternoon/evening sun comes right up to the window by my bed. sleeping in the sun is my favorite, it's even how i celebrated pride - got ridic at brunch doing everything offered to me which was 2 mimosas 2 bloodies 2 shots of jameson and 2 bong rips. 2 much! floated up to the top of the park, and laid at a 45 degree angle in the sun and passed out for hours, they couldn't wake me, just left me to guard the stuff. it made me groggy and grumpy and then i got much grumpier being reminded i have no one to make out with, no one! so boring. i left the club fairly early and walked the two blocks to the 16th street bart station to catch the bus and saw the wild, dorky michael jackson dance party there. this puppy in a man's arm captivated me, she looked just like a baby hugging her dad close. then i got on the bus with this hot dyke who was even grumpier than me!!!!!!!!!!!!! and who was the last one on the bus, while i was the second. inner richmond from the mission bitch, your haircut and tattoos are hot but your bitchface is hotter.
i have anxiety about not having enough fun plans. i have anxiety about my loneliness. i have full hearted joy about living in between the wild jungle that is golden gate park and the magical greenery that is the presidio.