So the Oscars were cheap and nasty. More about that later.
Thank goodness real estate distracted us.
Unfortunately right now though, I find myself pining for SF.
Really.
The only time I felt complete is when I was essentially that man in the picture outside the BoA... Opposite is a Starbucks and they have cream cheese danishes. I get on a bus at the stop where the man is waiting, and the bus takes me up a hill, past a rabbit house and a fire station and drops me at 22nd and Hoffman. And thats where I sit. On the hill. With finecuts and a margarita, waiting for my nails to dry. Then I listen and watch - feel the fog on my face while the Bay whispers to me. I close my eyes to see. Too often.
With the beginning of class upon us, home never seemed so far away.
See you in a year Sutro, i'll never leave you again. Promise.
Love T
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