dating
I went on two online dates this week, one from HowAboutWe and one from OkCupid. Nice girls. But I got in trouble with St. F when I told her that on my date Tuesday night, I couldn't help staring at our waitress. She was so beautiful! My date
living in SF
A few weeks ago I posted about exploring the Sunset. Well, it my bid to dominate San Francisco geographically, St. Frances and I went exploring in the Excelsior last Sunday. I'd got a 2-for-1 Groupon for "Excelsior Urban Hikes." Turns out this woman Christina leads you
working out
The gym is starting to thin out. After I made my New Year's resolution to beef up, the gyms were crowded and it didn't make it easy. Now, just when all the magazine covers are reminding me that bikini season is right around the corner, the
living in SF
Lucia visited us last weekend. If St. Frances, Diego, Ash and I make a foursome, Lucia would be our fifth. Like Corin, Zadie, Little Fox, and Natalya, we all went to high school together and Lucia was Ash's best friend. She was visiting from NYC with her boyfriend
kittehs
St. Frances's cat Ke$ha has peed on Diego's bed twice. So far she hadn't show much interest in peeing on my bed, but what she did like to do was sneak into my room when the door was open a crack, dart behind
girls
work
I ignored my own advice and got angry at work today. I didn't let anybody see me angry, but I replied to a client's email with something other than my usual, "Yes, right away!" I always have to remind myself not to take work
living in SF
On the 21 this morning, a guy was watching Se7en on his iPad. It was that scene where they discover the sloth victim tied to the bed. Was that just his public transportation diversion, like the girl reading Anna Karenina who I sat down next to? Or was he trying
Monday Movie Review
Okay, so it's actually Tuesday. I'm still catching up from last week, and I did watch this movie last night, with Ash, but we didn't finish it until 11:30 or something and I was tired. Basically, it was awesome. Peter Travers at Rolling
growing up
My whole life, I've alwasy paced. That's not really the right word for it, but that's what my family called it when I would go out into the backyard by myself, and walk around in circles, for hours, just thinking and talking to myself
drinking
If my Friday night was low-key then my Saturday night made up for it. At six, I hopped on the 22 and met St. Frances at Taqueria Cancun to scarf a massive burrito before we walked over to the Make-Out Room for Writers With Drinks. We swapped beers back and
banality
If you read almost any online dating profile, where it asks: How do you usually spend a Friday night? Amost everybody answers that they're usually out barhopping or clubbing, "but sometimes you can find me curled up at home in sweatshirt." Well Friday night was one