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IMing about bukkake with a co-worker. Just another day at the office! |
Back at Silver Clouds where the new bar is "I didn't wet my pants so that's good." -@aubs |
Just saw the hottest guy crossing Polk St. Just can't tell if he's all cool and nonchalant or, um, homeless. This is so why I am single. |
It's not every day you get a marriage proposal via IM because he "never takes the easy road." If only he didn't wear skinny jeans. ♥ |
Day One of daisy's drama-free december was decidely delightful. Bad for the blog; good for daisy. Looking fwd to the next 30 days. |
I've been going to my dentist for 25 years... By far my longest friendship in SF. Love teeth cleaning day! |
What are you supposed to do with the jelly part of pate? I know, I know... My life is hard. You got turkey leftovers, I got pate. Whatever. |
Nice job Niners! |
Touchdown Niners! If I were drinking, I think now is when I'd crack open my 1st beer. |
Has anyone been to Bolinas today who can give me an accurate surf report? Surfline: 12-17. My friends in SF: 2-3. Who to believe? |
27 Dresses... Now there's a movie I didn't need to see. Twice. |
@ang Just finished last episode of Fri Night Lights minutes ago and I already REALLY miss Tim Riggins. Like a lot. |
Looks like no surfing today. "Unruly" with "strong currents" and "overhead+" sets. So what's a girl supposed to do to blow off steam? :-( |
Papoose recovered. Karaoke sung. Turkey consumed. Wild Turkey... eeek, don't remind me. Super Fun Best Thanksgiving Ever! Loveyouall. Nite. |
At karakoke. I left my papoose at julies. No one is shocked. |
This family has a dog named daisy. I've never gotten "down" while simultaneously being told "no" more than tonight. |
The Wild Turkey is being poured. Thanksgiving has arrived |
Headdress? Check. War paint? Check. Papoose? Check. Off to Thanksgiving Dinner! |
What's with all the yelling? Shhhh. Let's all go back to bed for another hour... Or three. Gobble google wanttodie. |
Who knew getting 100% singing My Own Worst Enemy could be sooooo satisfying?! |
