i've been lying to my dad about applying for new jobs

got to get a new job.

need that $crilla.

yesterday was beautiful. srs balance.

woke up and got mani/pedis with al down the street. cody got her a gift certificate for two to get mani/pedis and bottomless mimosas. on my fingers is "in my back pocket" and on my toes is "on the same paige."

then we went to the park where i got paid to work on my pute in the sun.

from there i took the train downtown to the mac store.

i had told bradley my appt was at 4:15 at the mac store if he was still skateboarding dt around then. i got there hella late, like 4:40 and didn't expect to see him at all. as i approached the door this adorable boy dropped his skateboard down the sidewalk and jumped on ready to ride away.

"Nooooo!"

I yelled at Bradley before he could get away from me. He had waited there for me just til then.

We went inside and they unfroze my phone again and Bradley and I decided to walk home so that he could show me his favorite skate spots along the way.

We went into Deluxe, this big skate shop, so he could buy shoe goo. In the display case were all the wheels Bradley designed and on the wall was one of the skateboards he had designed and one of Scott Cooper's right next to it. He told me the exciting part was that it was like that in skate shops all over the country. What a pimp.

We split ways and I ran into Katie, Matt and Al on their way home from the park. We went to Safeway and bought things to BBQ.

We fired up the grill and had some beers. Matt's brother John came over and so did B-rad. I had a gb AND a veg hotdog. amazing.

After dinner Bradley went home, I took a shower, Matt and John and I played scrabble and I came in 2nd to Matt, then I watched american idol on my comp until i fell asleep.

dream.

im wild about bradley.

srs boo bear.

i wish erica and jessie and blythe lived in my room with me.

real talk.

i'm losing myself

i don't know what's wrong with me.

tears.

im super critical and then i turn around and do the same thing. i fall so fast into sadness. one thing leads to the next. suddenly everything is annoying. and it brings the people around me down.

i've had a heavy week.

got in trouble at work for violating dress code, paycheck was way less than i expected, stress of company in town, flaking on bday parties for people who care, eating too much, not even enough sleep, caring about someone who doesn't care about flowers, no menstrual cycle for four months now, but still cramps, iphone frozen, disappointing any and all expectations of me.

i want to be young.

i want to make mistakes still without so many experts' reasoning and strategies. i want to discover for myself. everyone else's opinions are driving me crazy.

and i really just want to eat doritos all day.

there is so much sex in san francisco

the neighbor upstairs, Arjin

(all three upstairs neighbors are hot indian dudes)

fucks his gf 24/7

new found glory

i know ur jealous i'm going to see them tmw.
bradley said he's been checking the set lists from saves the day and he's super pumped.
we had both forgotten that we even bought tickets so drunkenly thursday night.

the tulips are dying.

i bought a new shirt today on the street for $1 and it's srsly verything i've ever dreamed of. purple, v-neck, small pocket, light cotton. ohwowee.

i'm making soft tacos.

i need to go thrifting tonight. i'm thinking i'll hit up thrift town after tacos.

some friends would be nice.

erica and i are moving to hawaii and going to community college. we're going to live on a boat and drive a scooter and learn about the ocean. there's a papyrus there.

whooooo$h

where to start?

i just discovered american idol episodes online. HUGE
(i want to audition.)

i'm trying not to make a big deal out of this, but i'm seeing this dude. gahh, i don't even know how to do this, i haven't blogged in a while. his name is bradley. (the moral of this story is that i already cheated on him, if you can even call it that.) he's from boston. he's fucking adorable.
okcupid. he messaged me on valentine's day. we met on a friday, which this book Luck tells me is very bad luck, "Never start a relationship on a Friday." we immediately hit it off.

we met on the corner of market, castro and 17th. i was smoking a cigarette and saw him from across the street. he was wearing skinny black jeans and a blue Thrasher crew neck sweatshirt. we walked to the atm and from there to the Pilsner. i bought him the first drink. he had a beer and i had a whiskey diet. we sat outside and conversation came easily. he bought the next round and we played pinball. i totally beat him. from there we came back to my place and took bong rips. then we went to Delerium and pounded tecates. i got drunk. we kissed on the street and then went back to his place where his roommates were having people over. we smoked weed and called a jew out on his jew nose. he held my hand and made me feel like he was showing me off to his friends. we left his place and came to mine where all my roommates were raging and i showed him off. we both agreed it was the best first date we've been on.

since then, we have seen each other every day. he's a graphic designer for a skateboard company. he's 5'6" and skinnnnnny. he has tattoos. he loves weed. he's super affectionate. we are super open about everything. it's totally ridiculous. mostly because i'm not wild about him, i just can't get enough of him. he's bf material.

cut back to last friday.
so it had been two weeks and we were hanging out at my place having some beers with the mates. sophie was over and said there was an underwater party in oakland that night. bradley didn't feel up for oakland but sophie and i were down to parrrrty. i had shotgunned 3 beers, drank 1.5, and a shot of whiskey by the time we left the house. we bought 22s and a pack of newports and headed to the party.

so the theme was pisces. everyone who lived in the house was a pisces and everything was decorated in an underwater theme. all the lightbulbs in the house were replaced with blue bulbs and there were decorations all over the walls in blue tape. things like surf boards and swordfish and sand castles and "get wet!" we walked in the party and were greeted by a lifegaurd. zinc on the schnozz and everything. through the kitchen we discovered a six foot sub and a ton of hot dudes in wet suits. out on the back porch we found the dj, full setup. there were tarps on the walls of the house, the floors and the ceiling of the outside area. the dj's name was noah and he played only music i love. there was a keg and once back inside kamakazi shots all up in my bidnis. sophie and i were outside smoking and spotted two dream boats dressed as fly fishermen. tall one and bearded one. i was all about tall-y. first thing he said to us was that we were idiots for bringing beer to the party. i loved that he was mean to me and shortly brought him inside to dance. we danced for a while before i asked if he was holding. he was. his name is jimi tutor and i rolled a joint of his weed. we smoked with hella peeps and danced and drank and smoked cigs and then pretty soon i found out that the dog at the party belonged to him so before i knew it, i was asking him to make out with me outside. he kissed my neck and held my hand, gave me his number and we were out. (but not before i lost my cell phone and found it underneath the six foot sub.)

since then i have been totally bradley obsessed.

last night we went out to elixir. totally risky. (especially because i suggested it after reading the bartender's facebook status about trivia night.) got drunk playing triv with some strangers that ended up making bradley feel uncomfortable to the point of us having to leave. it was the first time we had been on different pages and we both apologized to each other a million unnecessary times before we settled on rolling a blunt to get over it.

he calls me his boo.

his mom is coming into town next week and he asked me last night if i would be down to meet her while she's here.

i still like ranger. have i even blogged him? doesn't matter because he's a total turd. i'm just saying, if i make stupid decisions in the future, it shouldn't be a total shock.

that's so arrogant of me.

i've been an asshole lately. brutally honest and impulsive. i just want something specific. sooo, when i'm expressing my feelings/thoughts/opinions lately, i come off as a superficial bitch.




there are so many things to say and so few words.