It took me fifteen minutes
to decide to have lunch. During my lunch break. What a hard decision.
Oh, life! -_-
Look at all your different colored hats!
Went to Escape From New York Pizza for lunch today:

Two dollar slices on Tuesdays! It’s no Pizza Orgasmica, but it’s not expensive either. Oh, and their Andy Warhol (pesto, tomato & mushroom) pizza is le awesome! The best part was, they were playing Gary Numan songs when I was in there, hahaha!
Working next to the Nob Hill district is a beautiful thing.
High while sober
Oh mah gawd. Just a minute ago, while starting up my computer, I just had this feeling like I was floating in outer space. Seriously- I really had that “AHH BLOOD WUT DA HEIL IZ GOIN ON” reaction.
Probably has to do with forcing myself to eating In-N-Out fries whilst already being full.
Smoke gets in your eyes
I am running out of things to do at home. These two to four hour intervals are starting to feel like eight-hour workdays. Sucks, because I come from an eight-hour workday during these weekday nights. There needs to be more people out there who want to bowl! Or have dinners out at sit-downs! I admittedly have been lazy myself, though. So much for that argument.
For some odd reason, I was thinking about smoking. Come to think of it- I saw a man the other day, smoking a cigar as he walked down the street. It looked pretty cool, haha. I always wanted to try talking while biting down on one of those- gives you that kind of awesome Sir Sean Connery~ish accent (that fool was knighted btw, hence the ‘Sir’. Lucky!).
Hmm. Cigarettes. I thought of Djarum cloves in particular. A friend of mine smokes them. They smell… OK actually. To me, smelling and being around smoke is generally annoying, but those… smell pleasant. Quite tolerable. Its hard to explain~ anyways, whatever. I don’t really want to do it- smoking I mean- although I feel like going crazy whenever I end up having nothing to do whenever I’m stuck at home. And somehow, I felt like if I didn’t write or talk about it, then I might actually dare myself to start smoking. What a can of worms that could be.
I really should start cooking more.
I need to remember
every time I am watching non-US cooking shows that oven temperatures are measured in CELSIUS and not in FAHRENHEIT
Isiah Carey – Bug in mouth
Old but still good! Was playing it over and over and laughing my ass off after coming across the keyboard cat version. Love that ghetto accent.
Played yer boi
Bought groceries for next week’s cooking extravaganza at Trader Joe’s over at Westlake. Got ID’d for the dry marsala wine-
He didn’t believe it was me :/. I gave my weight and birthdate and everything; I guess I looked too different from when I got my picture taken, hahaha.
“Whatever,” I said, sighing. I mean, its just marsala wine! But yeah, whatever- I’m not letting that ruin my day haha.
Pictures of my ID and me now to come
Let me know if you’d give me my wine if I gave you this ID.
