therightbastard

Woke up an hour and a half before my flight to Vegas took off. I packed, rode Dawn to SFO, and made it to the plane with five minutes to spare. Now I'm booking a suite on the Strip and drinking absinthe at nine in the morning, three miles above the ground. Like a boss. Now it's time for cORE, cEVIN kEY, and hot tatted...
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My daddy died today. He would have liked you girls.

So tonight, my ex accused me of being the most negative person, ever.

So tonight, I was at the most awesomest party, ever.

So tonight, as the party was ending, one of the boys, drunk as a saint, decided to ride off on his motorcycle.

As he left, there a man there, collecting cans.

As he left, one of the boys, drunk as a saint,...
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Well, after a killer vacation in Denver, I'm back to wandering through the boring SF nightlife, and pushing code.

And well. because this seems to be the only really private site on the internet anymore, I just want to state that I'm seriously considering finding a new job.

/vent

A weekend in Denver = The best micro-vacation I've had in a while. Awesome.

Just a random heads-up that I will be in Denver this weekend (Friday-Monday), because I felt an extreme need to get the hell out of SF, but I also want to see Skinny Puppy.

Will prolly spend an inordinate amount of time at Paris and Netherworld, as per usual.

Hit me up if you want a hook up.

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You know you're jaded with SG when...

You're looking at the set of someone you used to have a fierce, heart-stopping crush on, and all you can think is:

"Wow. That's a NICE apartment. I need to get my ass down to Pottery Barn."

Yeah. Vapidity really takes the magic out of it all.

P.S. Just in case you're stumped.

I'm finding myself wanting to wander again. I look to other cities, other towns, and see a freshness that S.F. long ago lost.

I feel entrenched here, stagnant. I want to play again, find smiles, and bask in the sun.

Yet everywhere I consider has cloud cover for nine months out of the year.

Ironic, that.

I think that I'm gonna have to start going to Portland fairly regularly. Something about firedancing strippers, bacon-wrapped maple bars, and Stumptown coffee cheers me.

Not to mention trees. Purr. Trees.

Looks like the next choice is between Motorhed in Vegas, and Skinny Puppy in Denver.

Purr. Motorhed.

Well, looks like it's time to rethink this whole SG thing again.