folsom & juniper
hello to everyone. and by everyone, i mean everyone.
i tried to "do nothing" for the previous few days, and was only mildly successful. saturday was a freaking avalanche of kids from the area (and a couchsurfer from pittsburgh named ben) invading my house and itinerary. which was fine. actually it was a really good time. i have "re-met" The Tyson (who is "totally awesome"), rudy showed his face and i took eric (new housemate) and ben on a tour of my neighborhood.
i also watched "breakfast at tiffany's" and hitchcock's "birds." both are awesome. "vertigo" is next on the list, being the cemetary scenes were filmed at a church a block from my house. this was new discovery about sf number 7,284.
yesterday was a sad, sad day. i skipped work in the afternoon, went to a bar (for i do not have cable) and proceeded to get sloppy drunk (sorry, grandpa/mom) as i watched the spurs come outta nowhere to lose the game. i also spilled a huge drink on the fanciest person in the bar after the second three-pointer in the fourth quarter, which was awesome. but i was alone in my sorrow. apparently, i am the only person in the city who is from san antonio.
i love my new job, but my old one conjurs DEPRESSION as i walk to it each day. i'm serious. it's bad. but i've been listening to a lot of old-timey-jazz music (de eric: The Man Who Knows Everything About Jazz) - and it's kept me in good spirits during my 4 hour periods of credit union disaster relief.
this city is increasingly fantastic. just chatted with guy who designs cars for scion in a cafe. freaking awesome. everyone here has so much shit going on in their lives. how will i ever deal with boredom again? it's a serious concern of mine actually - which is why i will be pulling myself away from society for a few days to read, paint and read some more. or maybe paint some more.
this time last year i was planting lettuce, putting up rabbit proof fences and hanging out with quintessential british farmers who looked/talked/acted like the farmer on "Babe." and i miss it.
and i miss you too. i can't wait to see my grandparents, will, laura and samatha oh so very soon. (and leonard if i'm lucky).
hope new transitions are going well - love you a lot - and by everyone, i mean everyone.
jen
i tried to "do nothing" for the previous few days, and was only mildly successful. saturday was a freaking avalanche of kids from the area (and a couchsurfer from pittsburgh named ben) invading my house and itinerary. which was fine. actually it was a really good time. i have "re-met" The Tyson (who is "totally awesome"), rudy showed his face and i took eric (new housemate) and ben on a tour of my neighborhood.
i also watched "breakfast at tiffany's" and hitchcock's "birds." both are awesome. "vertigo" is next on the list, being the cemetary scenes were filmed at a church a block from my house. this was new discovery about sf number 7,284.
yesterday was a sad, sad day. i skipped work in the afternoon, went to a bar (for i do not have cable) and proceeded to get sloppy drunk (sorry, grandpa/mom) as i watched the spurs come outta nowhere to lose the game. i also spilled a huge drink on the fanciest person in the bar after the second three-pointer in the fourth quarter, which was awesome. but i was alone in my sorrow. apparently, i am the only person in the city who is from san antonio.
i love my new job, but my old one conjurs DEPRESSION as i walk to it each day. i'm serious. it's bad. but i've been listening to a lot of old-timey-jazz music (de eric: The Man Who Knows Everything About Jazz) - and it's kept me in good spirits during my 4 hour periods of credit union disaster relief.
this city is increasingly fantastic. just chatted with guy who designs cars for scion in a cafe. freaking awesome. everyone here has so much shit going on in their lives. how will i ever deal with boredom again? it's a serious concern of mine actually - which is why i will be pulling myself away from society for a few days to read, paint and read some more. or maybe paint some more.
this time last year i was planting lettuce, putting up rabbit proof fences and hanging out with quintessential british farmers who looked/talked/acted like the farmer on "Babe." and i miss it.
and i miss you too. i can't wait to see my grandparents, will, laura and samatha oh so very soon. (and leonard if i'm lucky).
hope new transitions are going well - love you a lot - and by everyone, i mean everyone.
jen
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