Rain, Rain Don't Go Away

stick around a minute, wash this filthy shit away



Yesterday was moist in SF, but today was hella clear blue skies and breezy. Tomorrow is my last day of vacation and it is supposed to be sunny as well. I can't waste it.

Industrious bunny.

At my day job I only write with pencils. I keep like five with me all of the time cause I can't stand anything but a perfectly sharp point. I love the sound and feeling of writing with a good pencil, I like Mirado Black Warriors.

Today I spent a lot of my afternoon wandering up and down Clement street looking for a pencil box. On the way I found:

1. Cha Siu Bao (2. I had them for brekky)
2. Semi-transparent hot pink stretch cotton
3. Green Apple book store
4. Snoopy stationary

And now work. Yikes.

I'm running late I'll get back to this later.

*********



I always say that people in a club are like ghost ships. Presences without any real substance, you know? All of the sails and ropes are not really there, all of the waves they make are illusory.

Or I am feeling jaded again, immune to these bright young things.

Or. I'm just really tired and a little tipsy and waxing poetic like I love to at 2 in the morning.

Not that it matters. But I'll stop here so I don't unravel any major mysteries in my weakened state. Ha.

Gnight.