Hewp muh, Jezus!
The insanity of work was such to a point that I had to sadly renege on a happy hour last Friday with Roze, my old co-worked who recently left. Sucks vag, true enough. But I was able to recoup with some lovely time at Lime last Thursday, easily one of my favorite bars in the ‘Stro with its bright chic ambience and delish menu of drinks, with Mandypants. I think we made a breakthrough while discussing her hateful boyfriend John. Fingers crossed, you guys.
I hate hot teenage boys and am not afraid to admit. They should all wear bags over their heads when in public.
Whenever I see an old Russian couple on the street–which happens more frequently than not in San Francisco–the theme to “Schindler’s List” slowly begins playing in my head.
