lull

"Just fuck and get it over with."

Tiny Japanese freshman. ok? Haha, I'll try hard not to catch myself in man juice. You know SF weather- sudden outbursts of man juice from the sky.

Haha if you want food, you come here. THEN I'll cook it for you. You're out of control with your life because of: problems with the software used to make the poster, trauma from wrecking your car after just 3 months of owning it last summer, and alcohol/general horniness.

Semi-productive day. I ate an omelet (it can be spelled this way, too. weird.) at Johnny's Burgers on Irving, where I am currently residing. I've covered restaurants from Sunset up to 24th Ave here. Perhaps I will be done with this street by next month. It's too far from my apartment to travel.

So I acquiesced to going to the de Young museum with Drab. Something about museums- if it were just me, I would go to museums by myself. I have enough trouble interpreting the work on my own that I wouldn't have anything to discuss with whomever I brought. The contemporary art section was enticing, though, as well as Hiroshi Sugimoto's exhibition. Even the color that they used to paint the walls hosting his artworks were alluring. I'd like that color coated over the walls of my new apartment. It's a bit biased since I have a preference for black/grey shades.

As much as I hate Drab, I extremely detested the meal that I ate last night. 文记茶餐厅. D&A Cafe. Q&A: How can 50+ Asian people not know that they're eating crappy food?! STUPID STUPID STUPID. Seriously, this has happened both times I went out to eat with Drab. He is bad luck when it comes to eating good Asian food. (Marnee Thai, by the way, is the name of the Siamese restaurant on Irving- went there today.)

What was even MORE hilarious was watching Drab order this combo plate. He ordered SPAGHETTI and PORK CHOPS at a CHINESE restaurant. OH MY GOD! Why?! I don't know. HAHA! It was just a barrage of bombs going off that night. First the soup, and then the noodles, and then the pork chops with the clumpy gravy. I was in pain just watching Drab drink the soup and later on try to eat as much of the meal as he could. Every bite he took, I cringed. My stomach also started hurting just from the sight. You know those pornos with the girl getting gang banged? It's kind of like that. It's oddly humorous, but you can tell that the person may be in pain having all their orifices stuffed. Drab was stuffing only one orifice; that alone was enough. I was wondering when he would stop eating the plate, but surprised that he lasted for so long. I also went to the bathroom and popped my pimple. Big mistake. It started bleeding profusely, and I was grabbing towel after towel just to stop the flow, which didn't happen until several minutes later. It probably seemed to Drab like I was taking a dump at that dump. Conclusion? Perhaps yelp is a reliable source for restaurant quality. Never pop zits at public restrooms. And ALWAYS take Drab with me on my quest to try out new restaurants. Always an adventure full of laughs. For me anyway. OH YEAH and the Hawaii Chair! HAH!

My night was improved when I went back to my apartment to find that Russian couple moving stuff, and they invited me upstairs to meet another neighbor who lived right next to me: Linda. We then had wine and cheese with crackers, quiche, mushroom turnovers, pizza, salami rolls, chips and dip- all of which was MUCH better than that awful dinner. (I would rate that place in the lowest quartile. DIS-GUSTING! BLEGH!) They asked me if I wanted to drink some wine, but without even answering, they were already pouring a glass for me. And then another. And then another. By the time I realized the time (3 hours later), I don't know how many glasses of wine I had, and I almost threw up into the lady's toilet because I couldn't breathe from all the drinking and smoke-filled air. I think I drunk-texted Drab a couple of times too. I broke my own rules of inebriation. It was just wine, though. I usually get drunk off only hard liquor. Oh who am I kidding? I get drunk off even one pint of beer. Ugh. Still, my neighbors are so much fun! So full of life!! Too much happened last night- freaking out. Perhaps I'm an old Asian man-woman trapped in my youthful body. Alcohol consumption seems to be good for my skin.

Dinner and the Lucksmiths with Clare and Leigh-ugh.

With a bowflex body, you've got nothing to hide.