It really is beautiful seeing a community so active and so in control. It is the complete opposite of where I grew up. What I always held in high regard and was enticing to me is how everyones voice is audible, which was one incentive for my move to San Francisco, even though I don't speak much. It is as if every resident was given a megaphone for living here and can turn it on and have people listen whenever they like.
San Francisco- the best soil to grow any idea in.
One post bitches about the city, the other post praises the city. It's a love/hate relationship really.
On another note, I heard all the signs for Bush St. here in San Francisco have been covered with signs that say Obama on them.
Somewhere between SF and LA during the AIDS/Lifecycle ride
Some bridge near Santa Barbara during the AIDs/Lifecycle ride
The adjacent bridge near Santa Barbara during the AIDS/Lifecycle ride
I am guessing someones pet was consumed by a coyote in downtown Huntington Beach
One of the greatest movies ever made
At the campground somewhere in Oregon
Fish N Chips in Oregon... I look bottomless
It tasted good.
One of our gifts from our 90+ mile day we spent attempting to share a climbing mountain road which lacked a shoulder with many fast moving semi-trailer trucks.
The day we met the man who shared with us his hooker and crack stories. The bedtime stories for adults.
The day we climbed to heaven
The view from city college
Red Cheeks at the Folsom Street Fair
A syringe outside my door
The day the top of the garbage truck ripped the fire escape everyone urinates over, through and under
SF from Twin Peaks at night
SF from Twin Peaks at day
The day I found a painting of my friend Phoebe from Orange County inside a hotel in San Francisco
The photograph I took for Kelly
I am in dire need of a point-and-shoot. The camera phone will not suffice. Film and digital would hit the spot.
I drank a lot last night and I woke up early and without adequate sleep as usual. I fall asleep or pass out really, really well when I consume a good amount of alcohol but I can only sleep for a few hours. Is it just me? I woke up at around 7 a.m. and spent the rest of my time on Hulu.
Here are some SNL videos I thought I should share:
Tonight, I texted Kelly telling her I felt "misplaced".
Tonight was Tara and Jessica's annual Christmas party in Silverlake. I was 380.18 miles away at a 18 and over club. My boredom drove me to walk home. My boredom and
I walked. I purchased a small chese pizza. I fed some others but most of it found a home in my stomach. I walked again.
I used food as a cure to remedy my inability to relax. Eating outdoors is a stabilizer and calming agent. It sooths me. I once brought a box of Capri Sun's to a party in high school. I eat bananas at parties I attend. Last year, I brought green tea with added honey to the Christmas party.
I tried to find something to fix this internal restlessness.
I keep losing faith in this city every time I go out. It scares me when I say specifically for the snobbish reasons that give rise to such statements.
Nighttime is not a beautiful time in San Francisco. Usually when the lights go out, people become more comfortable. I become clausterphobic. It is like that saying "more fish in the sea", but think of it as your sea is almost dry and is now a very small pond. I haven't found many meaningful pursuits in people or anything else here. I haven't found many people that do not snort cocaine. I try my best to accept the behavior of others but I cannot control the cringe my mind and body undergo when introduced to certain elements. The melatonin, many slices of pizza or other unspecified variables are growing in weight.
I wrote this at 2:49AM on the night of my birthday (Dec. 20th) and just now decided to publish it for reasons I cannot mold into words.