Thursday, February 22, 2007

Sick, but watching Batman Returns at 11pm..

I am so tired and stressed, yet im still up, sick, watching Batman Returns. The one with Michael Keaton and Michelle Pheiffer. I think I like this one the best. Im a huge Batman fan, but I digress.
Im sicky icky. And i only see it getting worse. I thought I was better today then I developed a stuffy nose at about 7pm tonight....oh, but wasnt GREYS AMAZING????

other note, Top Model season premiere, next WEDNESDAY. Who needs a boyfriend, or social life when you have a steady stream of shows Monday-Thursday..ok, Friday, What Not to Wear. I admit.

I have like, too many bills. I dont like bills. I esp. dont like bills that overcharge me for shit. And I dont like bills that say I parked in residential only parking and it cost me 50bucks. I dont love that. Maybe this weekend will consist less of drinking and going out and more resting and watching movies I already own?

Sunday, February 11, 2007

"49 square miles surrounded by reality..."

And its so true. Leaving the city is like being thrown back into this harsh reality of gas prices and parking lots and ugly buildings. But coming home is like being wrapped up in limited freeway access, starbucks on every corner and friendly natives.
I know I may be going slightly overboard and my LA friends are probably about to kill me, but I dont care. And even though its pouring rain and has been for the last two days, I can still feel the relief wash over me.
Even the homeless are more fun here. They do things like make figurines out of copperwire or sit at the same spot everyday to say hello to the business people walking by. They have funny signs!
In LA, they just yelled jibberish at me....and I felt awkward and dirty.

And one more thing that blew me away(and this comes from living in a city where everything is within walking distance) was that when i would ask someone if there was a store or gas station nearby and they would look at me with a blank stare. They DIDNT KNOW! How do you not know where the nearest store or gas station is??? It boggles the mind, really. John Lennon once said, "Los Angeles? Thats just a big parking lot where you buy a hamburger for the trip to San Francisco."

"What fetched me instantly (and thousands of other newcomers with me) was the subtle but unmistakable sense of escape from the United States."~H.L. Mencken, writer

Friday, February 09, 2007

just REAL quick...

....i hate LA. And living in the city has made me hate LA even more.

I have never been happier to see foggy, rainy, NON-smoggy San Francisco...whats that smell? oh, its fresh air.

and im done. and so glad to be home.

Friday, February 02, 2007

i like the illogical reasons better


So I know I posted about this back a few months, but its happened again! Remember, if you will,(or just check out my archives) the bus driving down Sansome St. with the LED sign "Nowhere in Particular"? Well, I thought this was just a one time occurence, something only I got to see. But then I was completely tripped out when heading to Embarcadero Center last night after work when I saw the same bus(assuming its the same, it may not be) going south on Battery St. and turing left on Clay!!! What is this??? WHERE THE HELL IS THIS BUS GOING? Or maybe it really is the bus to hell? Theres usually no one on it. Which makes me wonder why its driving around wasting gas. The city complains about the transportation budget...maybe less driving to nowhere in particular, mmk?

But seriously, I actually just did some research on this and turns out this is just an old bus driver joke(you know how those drivers love a good belly laugh....not that ive ever seen it). It is slightly less exciting to hear that they are probably just going back to the bus garage or going out of service. So Ive decided to ignore the naysayers and go on believing that the bus is going somewhere fantastic and there is a illogical reason behind all of it. Cause, I mean, thats what San Francisco values are all about right?


Speaking of SF values...how bout Mayor McDreamy? He dun fucked up, son.