Sigh again

SF Pride was this weekend but I went camping with family friends and didnt go. I am quite devastated, because I really wanted to go and was planning to and naively thought that after a month of being on my own I would find people to go with. But, sadly, I still have no friends and instead of being in downtown SF having fun and what would be an incredible experience I will sit at home in San Jose, smelly and covered in mosquito bites and watching TV or something.

(Alright, so camping was quite fun too, but I am still grumpy and feel like a loser because I have no friends.)

Sigh

It has been three weeks in the city and I have already

--committed a parking violation
--gotten a traffic ticket
--hit a parked car

It turns out that I am not, in fact, a good driver. It is just that driving in the suburbs is like riding a bike with training wheels.


SIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHHHHdhfggjrdtwetwe!!!

Things I learned about Hugo Weaving while attempting to model his head

1. He is a stud.



2. He has a giant forehead.


3. He is probably the skinniest man in the world to have legitimately chubby cheeks.


4. ...


5. This Agent Smith action figure has to be the worst likeness I have ever seen in a toy, ever.

play

I went to see a play double feature. It was a small theater and the actors were right in front and the audience was small and we drank wine. The actors were great. They were all old except for one who was young but he took off his hat and he was bald.

It was nice.

Sigh

It is starting to get lonely with only the radio and the infernal San Francisco traffic to keep me company. Where do you go to meet people in a new town, anyway?

bloop bloop bloop

Hello

Last night at home. Mother gave me the obligatory "You have betrayed me" stare she gives me every time I leave.

Got a visit from a potential renter today. He had an incredibly hot Irish accent and I promptly lost my shit. These people need to warn me if they plan on being gorgeous.

Advice

Radio advertisers should know that using words like "simmering" to describe an Italian opera will only make me hungry for pasta.

Argh

The task of planning San Francisco's streets was apparently outsourced to the minions of Hell.

...

I have nothing to say, so instead I will present you with this brilliant movie poster.



The expression on his face is spectacular.