Jasmine lives by Ghirardelli Square and I'm almost never in that neighborhood. I texted her at like noon today to see what she was up to. She sleeps in like me, so she was just getting around to deciding on a long walk.
I said hell yes because I never do shit like that anymore. I'm only ever walking *to* somewhere, and that's pretty pointless when you think about it.
We ended up with just the prettiest views of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was really beautiful outside today. Afterward we ate this massive dinner and blew too much money on Bellinis with tourists. But it was worth it, I needed out of my head.
Oh bless you, San Francisco, for still being able to thrill me!
Last night I worked and it was a blast. The music was great and there were a few superstars but all the eye candy just made me pensive. I'm on the fence about what I'm up to lately, but I realized last night that if I am looking for something more substantial I'm not likely to find it in a nightclub. It's empty out there, and pretty ruthless. Bunny's unimpressed.
I went to sleep lamenting a lack of real-life superheroes and woke up deciding I should probably just be one. I mean, could I ever be happy otherwise?
I only ever want everything larger than life. Whoah.
I spent all night tonight sewing. This stuff I'm working on is due Monday and I've put the least fun parts off until last so I am on restriction until it's done. Tomorrow will be more of the same.
I got a project on Friday that makes me really excited for work next week. I guess we lost an hour this weekend, but I'm totally okay with that.
Monday can show up early, for all I care.
Bring It On,
Angelina
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