First, thanks to peter for spamproofing floozy.com and erasing all sign of comment spam for evermore.
Second, thanks to the Duboce Triangle neighborhood for not stealing the beer I left on his porch on Saturday night to thank him for this excellent service.
Today on the way back from picking up some lunch (free chips with coupon) I saw a bum pulling up his pants in a parking garage entrance. He'd just taken a shit in the driveway.
2 blocks later I stepped over a limp pink condom on the sidewalk by the sushi place.
Not anywhere near as appetite suppressing as getting a subpoena from the guy with the half missing, festering, rotting face right before lunch, but still not my cuppa tea.
I've been obsessed with Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk by Rufus Wainwright for like 2 weeks.
Oh yah. I have a blog thing. hi.
I've had an aversion to blogs for the last month or more. More so others than my own. I read some things on a blog that I wish I hadn't and the best way to prevent that is not to read them. Not that what I read had anything to do with me or my life specifically. I know, retarded. Why blame blogs for their topics.
Better; blame their authors! Which is easy enough.
And I've been busy.
I'll try to post more often, maybe something interesting will happen. Something worth posting about.
Don't hold your breath.