The San Francisco Adventure


Mar
30
2007

Because I Don't Know About You, But I've Always Been Successful At Picking Up Dates In The Street

Not that I wish to insinuate that I am constantly being hit on---indeed, it happens infrequently, so infrequently, in fact, that perhaps I should be offended---but I have been propositioned so wholly inappopriately twice in the last 24 hours that I am beginning to suspect a Public Service Announcement has been distributed, with a picture of me and a plea to please FLIRT BADLY WITH THIS GIRL IN SUDDEN AND UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATIONS.

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Mar
23
2007

Everybody Makes Mistakes, But Usually The Mistakes Are Not Quite This Awesome

Until around 9:34pm this evening, I thought (foolishly) that this had been the best part of my day:

new green coat from H&M

And then, during a commercial break in Grey's Anatomy, I discovered this. And just like that, my new spring coat---despite costing only $35 at H&M and also, I am quite sure, being the color of heaven itself---became the second best part of my day. How wrong I was before 9:34pm! How ill-informed!

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Feb
26
2007

All Shook Up

I took the ferry out to Alcatraz (1999). I zig-zagged down Lombard Street (2001.) I rode a cable car up and down the hills and got shouted at for wearing a Gap sweater by the hippies in the Haight (2005). I drove over the Golden Gate Bridge (last month) and gave a muffin to a homeless man rooting through the trash on Powell Street (last week). But it was this Friday afternoon that I finally had my ultimate San Francisco experience.

Internet, I was in an earthquake.

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Feb
21
2007

The Flute Was Nothing. In Fact, Bring Back The Flute!

It's 7:30am and there are two skinny white boys sitting in a van outside my bedroom window. Which, I shall remind you again, is on the first floor, facing the street. These boys have dreadlocks which I am quite sure were paid for on Daddy's credit card. They have been blasting reggae music from the open window of their van for the last half hour. And I do mean "blasting"; I have tried adding my own music to the mix to cover it up, but The Shins just get drowned in the face of such pounding rasta beats.

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Feb
06
2007

This Will Be The First And Last Time I Talk About My Dreams In My Website, God As My Witness, But It's Important

Some months ago, I received an email from Sam of Sunday School Rebel detailing a dream she'd had about me. It was actually seriously awesome: in the dream, she'd been driving past a Sonic and had looked up and seen "Nothing But Bonfires" on the sign. Later on, she'd run into me---still in the dream, of course---and told me about it and I had, apparently, replied "Oh no, that's not good. There's a girl who works there who hates me."

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Feb
02
2007

Now Qualified To Answer All Questions About Bouquets

Alright, enough whining already---and by whining, I mean my whining. Is there anything more irritating than a person feeling sorry for herself? Yesterday, after the afternoon's allotment of self-pity was over, I did what I always do when I'm feeling a little down in the dumps in a strange city, and went and spent a large amount of money on British chocolate. What, you didn't know that sugar and fat and artificial flavorings aren't bad for you when they're manufactured across the pond?

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