On my iTunes Top 25 Most Played songlist, Sigur Ros' Fyrsta (original) wins by a landslide with a total playcount of 47 times.  Let me just add that it's a total playcount from just one day!  And I'm not finished yet.  Sure--it's sad, and depressing, and the fact that I like to turn off all the lights while listening to it makes it almost creepy.  ( Read more... )

One of my new favorite pastimes is sitting by the cable cars where tourists usually gravitate and talk about how beautiful the city is, and then watching them gaze in fright and confusion as a crazy guy on the street tries to sell them a tourist guide book (that you can probably get free at some information booth) before violently throwing it to ( Read more... )

Is there a better way to spend your Sunday afternoon than to skip out entirely on going to church and instead attending the Castro Street Fair surrounded by hot flamboyantly gay guys dressed in drag and wearing assless pants with its own conspicuous penis leather-covering? Despite missing a performance by Mandonna, I think the fair was still well ( Read more... )

The other night Nick told me and my sister that on his way to our apartment he had seen a woman passed out on the hood of someone's car. A couple of hours later, on our way to dinner, we happened to pass by that same car and saw that the woman had left a big ass dent on the hood. Now, I thought that was hilarious. But I really laughed my ass off ( Read more... )

Oh Shit. Now my curiosity in the identities of my downstairs neighbors is piqued. I woke up at around 5am to a loud consistent knocking which I thought at first to be someone at our front door. But the noise was obviously coming from downstairs, just below the room my sister and I share, so I thought maybe the neighbors were either hanging ( Read more... )

I'll be in San Francisco for a while.

Before this past weekend I had never played Texas Hold 'Em, which explains why I suck so badly at it. But my sister came home last weekend and encouraged us all (me, my brother, and my cousins) to learn it and play it until the ungodly hours of the morning--for two nights in a row! Surprisingly, I'm not quite sick of it yet. In fact, I've been ( Read more... )

There is an Indian restaurant on Telegraph in Berkeley, CA that serves the best naan and curry, and it’s aptly named Naan & Curry. Alright, so my words may have no merit since that’s the only Indian food place I’ve ever eaten at but, mark my words, it’s effing good. The guy usually taking orders always maintains an air of indifference toward ( Read more... )

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There are actually a lot of things that have happened lately that I'd like to update on but won't because, as much as I enjoy opening my e-mail inbox to a new LJ comment (because, you know, that's what I live for!), I prefer certain people not to know certain things. And this means I'm completely fucked come update time because virtually everyone ( Read more... )