So I'm in San Francisco now! Yippee! And working a pretty cool job. It's 9-5 but it seems like I'm working with good people and doing good things to change the world for the better. Plus I have my own computer and phone and no fucking cubicles...even a nice window next to my desk! They fed us interns lunch today.
Me and my girl are now officially over, agreed to end it at the end of her visit to SF. But we still have called eachother everyday for the last couple days and still say I love you...but surely that will eventually fade into simply "Goodnight" and later "later". But we've been through this before.
In an unrelated story she found out that I was a fan of suicidegirls and it made her jealous. I told her she is beautiful and could definitely be a suicide girl, and that I like SG because it's not exploitative like hustler or playboy or whatever, and it's more of a cool community than just altporn. I doubt I convinced her,..she's always thought our styles were different..I think she fears she is too plain for me or my taste in girls. I tried to convince her that it didn't matter what her fashion taste was, because she's great and I love her, but there's no way to convince her completely. Anyway, while writing this journal I can't help but be thinking I should really just write a real live friend a letter. So I think I'll do that, or maybe just read more of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and get some sleep.
Love all. oink
Me and my girl are now officially over, agreed to end it at the end of her visit to SF. But we still have called eachother everyday for the last couple days and still say I love you...but surely that will eventually fade into simply "Goodnight" and later "later". But we've been through this before.
In an unrelated story she found out that I was a fan of suicidegirls and it made her jealous. I told her she is beautiful and could definitely be a suicide girl, and that I like SG because it's not exploitative like hustler or playboy or whatever, and it's more of a cool community than just altporn. I doubt I convinced her,..she's always thought our styles were different..I think she fears she is too plain for me or my taste in girls. I tried to convince her that it didn't matter what her fashion taste was, because she's great and I love her, but there's no way to convince her completely. Anyway, while writing this journal I can't help but be thinking I should really just write a real live friend a letter. So I think I'll do that, or maybe just read more of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and get some sleep.
Love all. oink