i don't know what to hate more: packing or unpacking. always a bitch to do either. you could forget to bring something with you, forget to take something back. then for those that fly outside of SF in, say, Oakland, they have to lug their huge ass suitcase from the airport to the shuttle, from the shuttle to the station, from the train to the other train, and then from their stop up the stairs to their respective floor.
yes, i'm sure me stomping all over someone's face would be equally as charming as if a bird had done it for me instead.
yes, it's from the episode with the yoga instructor.
i'm not watching anything with ueto aya in it. her name caught my eye as i was shamelessly glossing over my azn entertainment news.
i've accomplished nothing extraordinary with my time here, yet that doesn't really concern me. what i am concerned about are those bitches slacking off on the east coast. i think i need to go over there, if only to kick their asses into shape and offer my honest abrasive opinions.
fine-tuning my widget so that i may preview what it's like in SF right now, i find myself disgusted that it's going to be raining and in the 50s all week long. maybe i'll go shopping wednesday for new clothes. and a suitable umbrella.
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