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Oh mr tuxedo bow tie, tonight yo ass is mine
Baby & wife still sleeping off a solid Santa hit, time to shake em loose, tuxedo up, and hit the black/white party.
Every Santa in dolores park just lost little drummer boy #sfsanta
#sfsanta at dolores park
Santa is ice blocking in dolores park
The votes are in and santas agree: mission hipsters aren't as fun as embarcadero tourists
Santa needs recco on good easy to use iPhone twitter photo app
Biggest full moon of the year is drawing all the Santa to the surface. Santa is ready to get his Santa ON.
Bailout Failed. Listening to Mellencamp's "Pink Houses," lamenting the impact on line workers; they just wanted work & to raise family,now ?
@cbrick Old school is the only school for Santa. Pre-vent, @spanktar will be making breakfast #our house. Also, Bloodies. Ya'll should come.
Having ascended to some higher Von Trapp baking heaven, I no longer appear to need recipes or even measuring devices
Ya'll should buy some awesome art 4 good cause & give it as gifts this season, and can start right here: http://tinyurl.com/6fhm3g
It's all fun and cool and important and interesting work n' stuff, but in the end I'm still spending the whole day sitting down in a chair.
BAKEing, with @actiongrl and @jess_bobier
Need recommendation for a SF dentist, pref. near Potrero Hill
Saying a prayer for Miss Dixie: http://tinyurl.com/9csn3
Having completed "Anathem," I believe Stephensen's metatheorics dialogue passed the Steelyard, but he needs a better editing praxic.
Back in cold, gray SF--now I know why people move to southern Florida and never leave.
Gokart racing complete, we now visit key largo's fireworks purveyor en route to jet skis.
Reeling from not enough sleep, and a flood of memories engendered by seeing friends from decades ago; like meeting myself from my 20's.