![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Jan. 26th, 2004 12:07 amGah, I'm in a foul mood. And tired.
Fuck.
I didn't get to sleep in yesterday, but I did get my Soc class. Yay. An entire semester of shiza disguised as an introduction to sociology. I can't fucking wait.
Afterwards, I went to SF with Heidi and Torreya and saw the Diane Arbus show. I am no longer excited. It drained every good feeling from me. They should offer X as an antidote to her work. It was misery. I left feeling like...well....Burbank. If you're from So Cal, you know what that means. If you don't, the best way I can translate it is a crushing comprehension of man's inevitable mediocrity and mortality. Argh.
We buoyed our spirits by hitting a Tapas joint in the Mission. Have Sangria, will recover. I got drunk on cheap red wine. It was lovely. I couldn't wrap up the night at Ocento because of my ever-expressing ass, but it was a delightful trip to the seedier side of the city all the same.
Afterwards we hung out with the sexual elite of SF's trannie/lesbian/S&M scene. Needless to say I was out of my element, but I was impressed that in a city like SF that I was interacting with some of it's most sexually deviant members. I just tried to sit in the corner and look wholesome. I escaped uncorrupted but with an appreciation for a certain MTFTM trannie. I also learned that you've got to give up your attachment to pronouns.
We wrapped up the evening with milkshakes at the It's Tops. I've been off-program all week, but for a Black & White at the right diner, it's all worth it.
Today was miserable. I was so tired. SO tired. I started chaining Red Bulls the second I got into work. Snapped at a customer almost immeadiately. Urgh. I'm am so over retail. Argh.
Anyways, that's the short version of this weekend's events. Dull, boring, and uninspriring...but it's there.
Fuck.
I didn't get to sleep in yesterday, but I did get my Soc class. Yay. An entire semester of shiza disguised as an introduction to sociology. I can't fucking wait.
Afterwards, I went to SF with Heidi and Torreya and saw the Diane Arbus show. I am no longer excited. It drained every good feeling from me. They should offer X as an antidote to her work. It was misery. I left feeling like...well....Burbank. If you're from So Cal, you know what that means. If you don't, the best way I can translate it is a crushing comprehension of man's inevitable mediocrity and mortality. Argh.
We buoyed our spirits by hitting a Tapas joint in the Mission. Have Sangria, will recover. I got drunk on cheap red wine. It was lovely. I couldn't wrap up the night at Ocento because of my ever-expressing ass, but it was a delightful trip to the seedier side of the city all the same.
Afterwards we hung out with the sexual elite of SF's trannie/lesbian/S&M scene. Needless to say I was out of my element, but I was impressed that in a city like SF that I was interacting with some of it's most sexually deviant members. I just tried to sit in the corner and look wholesome. I escaped uncorrupted but with an appreciation for a certain MTFTM trannie. I also learned that you've got to give up your attachment to pronouns.
We wrapped up the evening with milkshakes at the It's Tops. I've been off-program all week, but for a Black & White at the right diner, it's all worth it.
Today was miserable. I was so tired. SO tired. I started chaining Red Bulls the second I got into work. Snapped at a customer almost immeadiately. Urgh. I'm am so over retail. Argh.
Anyways, that's the short version of this weekend's events. Dull, boring, and uninspriring...but it's there.
