You know what's funny? When you listen to old music and it sounds so lame (while it sounded cool at the time). Example: Save Ferris. Their music sucks! It barely rhymes, and the rhymes are bad. "Through all this pain/it's not you I blame/ why can't you feel the same." How generic! Not like I could do better or anything... it's just I used to love them. Like, what was I thinking?

Ooh, awesome night. Since I always sleep with my window open, my sleep is at the mercy of the city's louder patrons. I expect to be woken up by drunken monkeys on the weekends. But last night (Wednesday, hello!) I was woken up at 2:45 by a screaming girl. I kind of looked out the window, and there was a girl in a miniskirt yelling, "You fuckin drove my car! You fuckin crashed my car!" Over and over. She was yelling at someone in the car while she paced around the car on the street. Another girl got out form the passenger side, in jeans. Miniskirt continued to yell: "You fuckin drove my car! Look, it's fuckin crashed! You're drunk and you drove my car! My tire's flat! This friendship is over!"

At first I was thinking, "Dude, uncool. Jeans girl came to pick up miniskirt girl or something, but she was drunk and crashed the car on the way." I called the cops, partially because I was afraid one of them would try to drive, and partially because I wanted to sleep. It should be noted that they were really loud and the Fire Department is right across the street-- I still don't know why the Fire Dept. didn't just look into it. Whatever.

But then jeans girl calls someone on her cell phone while yelling miniskirt girl gets back in the car. She says in relatively hushed tones, "--- is going crazy. I'm sober and I was driving us home, and she grabs the wheel and we run into the curb. She keeps yelling at me. She's totally out of control." Just then miniskirt girl gets out of the car and yells "Are you telling lies? Stop lying! You fuckin drove my car! This friendship is over!" Miniskirt heads down Leavenworth towards the Tenderloin (great idea, sweetie!) and jeans follows her helplessly... leaving the running car unattended. At this point, I look at the car and notice it's an old Golf. With a busted tire. Miniskirt should be grateful... her POS car is being put out of its misery! Just then the cops show up, close up the car, and eventually find the girls down the street.

So yeah. What a psycho! What an adventure! I can't wait to tell my Dad about it. Oh, but I was hella tired this morning.

OK, so I've had some complaints that my content isn't updated frequently enough. Actually, that's a crock, I know nobody really cares. I like it better this way.

Things I actually have been turning around in my head:

I have this habit of just making stuff up. Like, for example, I'll make up complete lies about what I did over the weekend to my coworkers on Monday. I'm not a pathological liar, because I have no intention of actually deceiving the person. I always back up and say, "Dude, I was kidding!" I don't know, I guess my life is boring. But I think I'm going to stop. This weekend I went to this place called the San Francisco Zen Center and meditated. A doc at work asked me what I did, and I told him (the truth was, in this case, stranger than fiction), and he was like "Oh yeah, I go there all the time!" He carried on for about a minute before saying, "No, I've never been there, just kidding." Damn, how annoying!

Why are all the roofs in SF flat? All the roofs in Sacramento are pointy-- you know, gabled. Other than the fact that roof deck parties work better on level terrain, does anyone have a clue why?

"Hard Knock Life" by Jay-Z reminds me of my sis and Joni, simultaneously. I can't believe Rhapsody has no songs by Queen. I wanna hear "Old Fashioned Lover Boy!"

Most of the expensive makeup you see is just the same old cheap stuff in nicer packaging. And we girls eat it up. If you have the money, it feels a lot more indulgent to buy the $14 lipstick than the $4 drugstore version, even if it's the same. Part of it is where you buy it, too. If you need some lipstick, and you don't mind plunking down and extra $10, you can go downtown and buy some at Neiman Marcus, and get the carrier bag plus scope out serious designer goodies as a free bonus. What do you get when you buy Revlon lipstick at Walgreens? Paranoia, thanks to the 2 security guards out front, and possibly Hep B if you stand too close to the person in line behind you. (As a side note, if you need to buy a designer fragrance, don't buy it at Macy's. It costs exactly the same at Neiman and Saks, and wouldn't you rather go there and walk around like a made-it?) OK, so the exception to the cheap makeup is as good as expensive makeup rule is eyeshadow. The expensive stuff really is worth it. It's all about the amount of pigment they use. The cheap stuff just won't make your eyes brightly colored. It all comes out grayish and pale. I don't know why. So, ladies (and uh, gentlemen) buy good eyeshadow. The rest can slide.

Hi everyone.

If you want to be teleported back to the winter of 1997/1998, listen to Mono "Life in Mono."

Good night!

A red letter day! First, I snagged a parking spot at Washington and Leavenworth, executing a perfect parallel park right before the cable car came whizzing by. Then I spent some time troubleshooting my internet connection, finally determining that my router wasn't communicating with my modem correctly. My ex-roommates didn't leave me the router configuration CD, but I managed to set it up without the CD by connecting directly through the modem and going to the router company's support page. And now, here I am, so you know the outcome. :O) Oh! and I unclogged my tub drain and hung up a new, not-mildewy shower curtain that's cute. Could today get any better?