A week from now, I may be going to a Muppets-themed party at a friend's place in SOMA.
A month from now, I'm supposed to box my friend in another's friend's courtyard in the TL.
And on October 5, assuming I don't pass out in the next 24 minutes, I'm supposed to go see the Motorhead-Reverend Horton Heat-Nashville Pussy with a ton of people.
I define Permadolesence. And fattitude.
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Just Because You Came Across It, And Lost It
OK, shower, go to BBQ fundraiser and drink and eat, resume weight loss/self-improvement tomorrow after lame weekend.
Also: Stop watching Pot Psychology. It's funny and all, but I keep imagine every question is being submitted by Jess.
Frownypants!
Also: Stop watching Pot Psychology. It's funny and all, but I keep imagine every question is being submitted by Jess.
Frownypants!
Saturday, July 11, 2009

So, tomorrow there's a BBQ fundraiser at a bar in Portero Hill that some friends own/work at/visit often. The fundraiser part is about bringing and donating a new board game. (Read about it here, no one!) I decided to go to Jeffrey's this morning and pick up a board game because a) it's close, and b) they have boardgames.
I get there, and of course I have no idea what board game to get. (They have a lot.) So many choices, so overwhelming, etc. Then I realize: I have no idea who these board games are intended for. Like, little kids? Teenagers? Adults?(!) Anxieties, anxieties!!!
I then spot a game called Anti-Monopoly. It sounded very hippy-dippy-ish, and upon further examination, uh, it I think it is. (It's created by a now-retired SFSU economics professor -- go read about it! Interesting stuff!) But I'm in SF, going to a fundraiser where the average person attending it is somewhere to the left of Ralph Nader, and I think the person behind it is some sort of hippie herself. Perfect! It says ages "8 and Up," but whatever, so long as I don't have to actually meet any poor children in need of a board game, I don't give a fuck. Just take it, and tell me where the fucking cole slaw is.
So now I have a reason to go and drink, eat fattening foods, see friends, and hopefully meet new people who I can masturbate about later.
I'm also proud of myself that I can go into a toy store and not spend $1,000 on random shit. ("I never had Operation as a kid, why not get it now?")
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