Proof that I am the best room mate

Here's a photo taken by my x roomie of the note I left on my departure.

Borrowed from another blog

This was in the Onion. I think I am going to start to read it.

Members Of Twisted Sister Now Willing To Take IT

NEW YORK—In a stunning reversal of their long-stated reluctance to take it, members of heavy-metal band Twisted Sister announced Monday that, after 24 years of fervent refusal, they are now willing to take it. "I acknowledge that we promised not to take it anymore, but things change. The world is a different place today, and with that in mind, we would like to go on record as saying that, starting right now, we are going to take it," read a statement released by the band's lead singer, Dee Snider. "To clarify, we would still prefer not to take it, but as of now, taking it is an option that we would be open to. That is all." Bassist Mark "the Animal" Mendoza also stated that, in regards to what he wants to do with his life, he no longer solely wants to rock, but would instead prefer doing other things, such as raising a family and working as a claims adjuster in Rye, NY.

Nobody knows the trouble I'm in

And nobody reads my blog. Kept to the same tune of course. You know, replacing Jesus with blogs. And speaking of the almighty, I'm thinking about joining me a Sunday school (and Wednesdays too). It's called A New Thing and the title is taken from some scripture that starts, Behold I am doing a new thing. I quite like that, so that is where the interest started. But on further retrospection spirituality is something that is lacking in my life and why not examine the megatropolis of Christianity starting with a class solely because I liked the poster. Seems very fancyesque, don't cha think?

a very funny thing

I'm walking home from work and hear a car honking. A girl walks by with her dog and said 'a dog is in that car honking'. The dog is a white boxer sitting in the driver seat with one paw stretched out touching the steering wheel. Seriously. I am cracking up, taking a bad photo with my cell phone while the dog is looking at me, expressionless, continually honking. I love Frida so much.

While Schwarzenegger is on t.v

Fancy: I'm so embarrassed that he is our governor.
Gloria: Why, because he's black?

So happy to be an impudent American

Last night I'm driving my friend and her mother, a beautiful and soft spoken 63 year old Korean, to a massive Korean grocery store south of the city. To do this, I must take the freeway and as I am about to miss the exit I express my frustrations in the form of a profanity. In other words, I said shit. My friend, who is sitting in the front seat, hits me and says we don't talk like that in front of my mother. So the driver, who is at the time crossing over traffic lines in order to stay on the right freeway gets a little upset by the fact that I am being hit by my passenger and being told what to say and not to say in my car as I am doing a favor for the detainees. I express my frustration for being hit by repeating the aforementioned profanity another time only to be hit again. Now, I understand the whole respect for elders thing immensely, in fact it is often what I mentioned to my latino lover about holding respect for elders above others my own age aka jealous Mexicans. But when it comes down to fearing what ones own parent would think about their chosen friends foul mouth during a stressful situation and reacting in a manner that I find truly ridiculous then that is what makes me so thankful to be raised American and be able to sit with old and young and be myself.

the sun.

I don't really know why I am posting right now except to waste time and tell the web of the beautiful sunrise I saw, and the amazing set that is surely to come tonight. This morning, while Frida violently chewed her ocean sticks, I turned my back to the sea and watched the day begin above Golden Gate trees. The sun spread its magnificent pink streams and the seafoam behind me lured my view away for a few moments, leaving the blue that is sky when I turned back around. When I work at Gloria's, whose apartment is on the 12th floor facing west, my favorite time to arrive at her home is at 6ish pmish. The colors bounce off her yellow walls and beckon me to the beautiful choral chords of angels singing straight to me. Beam me up scotty! And let me never repeat that line again.

'Why are you giving up your life for this?'

That's a good question, Gloria. Why would I, a beautiful woman in perfectly capable health, give up one dysfunctional relationship for another cognitively dysfunctional one? And even more so, why would I go from one non brain using career to another one? I think it's time for a beer and a bath (in the deepest tub you can imagine) with the most awesomest smelling soap from Lush (possible future employer again).

Smoke stink, acrobats, and spiders oh my!

I'm back on Post Street for all my phantom readers who have mysteriously visited me in the past. I am two blocks away from my very first SF apartment but will not stay here for long. It does feel nice to have a place to call home though. If only I hadn't woken up with 10 spider bites after the first night of sleeping here. The dishes seldom get done, which means I carry my own cup in and out of my bedroom, and shoes must be worn at all times because of the ripped up carpet nails etc. I am too old to live in a place like this and soon all my clothes will smell of smoke (YUCK). The positives? There is a huge courtyard in the middle of the building full of plants, mostly succulents, and a crooked city tree whose trunk is black from the nearby road. It is a wonderful place for my morning cup of joe. Also, one of the roomies is involved in gymnastics and the circus school and it has totally inspired me to get busy being physical. Screw the idea of finding a lover, it's time to work on the self.