hum. Long night! Just got home from breakfast with 
dfors after a long night of traipsing through Golden Gate Park yanking signposts out of the ground and mischeviously teaming up to tilt the tennis judge's perch using physics and two small pieces of lumber.
Went to Sin! as planned, had, well, an alright time.dfors was offput by the $10 entry, so he never made it inside, but I harangued him in to meeting up with me at 7th and Market afterwards, and we listened to music and drove up to Twin Peaks. It was cold. So we left. He's totally fun to hang with. Smart people with a sense of adventure and drunktivity are too few and far-between.
We walked a long motherfucking way to find breakfast, while I was still completely dressed up in my full-on fetishy club gear, we were so obviously Still Up rather than Just Getting Up but the streets were empty and sunrise was golden all Maxfield Parrish over Twin Peaks as the purple fog burned away and I ate my omelette. I chased a pigeon and as he stood still, a single feather spiralled down in to his hand and he handed it to me, and I declared that it was Very Poetic.
None of this makes sense. Staying up all night is really refreshing and confusing.
dfors after a long night of traipsing through Golden Gate Park yanking signposts out of the ground and mischeviously teaming up to tilt the tennis judge's perch using physics and two small pieces of lumber.Went to Sin! as planned, had, well, an alright time.
dfors was offput by the $10 entry, so he never made it inside, but I harangued him in to meeting up with me at 7th and Market afterwards, and we listened to music and drove up to Twin Peaks. It was cold. So we left. He's totally fun to hang with. Smart people with a sense of adventure and drunktivity are too few and far-between. We walked a long motherfucking way to find breakfast, while I was still completely dressed up in my full-on fetishy club gear, we were so obviously Still Up rather than Just Getting Up but the streets were empty and sunrise was golden all Maxfield Parrish over Twin Peaks as the purple fog burned away and I ate my omelette. I chased a pigeon and as he stood still, a single feather spiralled down in to his hand and he handed it to me, and I declared that it was Very Poetic.
None of this makes sense. Staying up all night is really refreshing and confusing.
- music:Eels - Going to your Funeral Part 1
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Sounds like you had fun, not unlike my interesting evening of stuff.
i added you.
we have SOOO much in common....yikes! i knew there was a reason we met last night!
fuck, i wish i had hung out with you guys afterwards. i just ended up being pissed at bois and uh, who gave me a ride home, any ideas on that one? i just remember being really ticked off on the way home, and i was probably somewhat rude cause i was annoyed with everything,
i like adventure!
i like to drink!
let's stay in touch and do fun stuff as often as possible!
(oh and truuuust me, i know about the 'single' thing all too well....:( )
My god you had me blushing with the adulation, I had no fucking idea what to do with all that praise. Color my ego boosted! Shucks, I can't think of anything much else to say. Definitely gonna have to partner up for some crimes with you.
omigod this is the worst movie of al time. this soundtrack takes me RIGHT on back to the eighties, oh good lord. 'the wraith.' agh!
and why would surly be expected?
(getting the feeling there's something i don't, but should, know....:P)
I was just talking about the freakster thing in my last comment, wow like, whoa, psychic! I must be fizzic.
Fun times yeehaw!