rollin' deep in oaktown...

well, it's official. i'm moving to the east bay. oakland. and before you get all too short on me, its piedmont, a really nice neighborhood. i'm moving in with bammer. we're nervous and excited. i can't wait to get out of the middle of downtown sf. i love this town, but walking through piss stinking streets and getting harrassed for change is not what i want to be doing first thing in the morning. that can wait until AFTER the bart ride.
the deposit is paid, and we'll start the big move near the first of the month. a nice big 2 bedroom apartment. lots of space. bammer's pretty much a minimalist, and i've got lots of useless crap. think-bookshelves. lots and lots of bookshelves. i've still got 50 bucks at ikea(thanks mom!) so we won't be hurting for a couch. its a big step, but we're short people, so i think we'll be alright. i'll get the specifics to you kids when next we speak.
love ya!

doh!

okay. i just found the new mike patton/x-ecutioners album, AND the new sage francis album. guh. i'm gonna freak out. so much good shit in the world, and all for me. i will be geeking on these for a while. gotta go.

drugs are bad...

i have about 33 minutes left on the clock here at the megastore, and i'm trying to be patient, but i really want to get the hell out of here. i've been dealing with the same cracked out hobo's for the last 7 hours. they are beginning to get to me. the giggler, who sat outside the store panhandling and bugging customers directly as they walked out the door, the old drunk skinny guy who can't seem to keep himself upright, drooling and sleeping in the middle of the sidewalk, and of course Cracky McToothless, the wonder crack-head. she almost has a tooth... almost. she also has a big crush on my boss, the LP manager. he helps escort her out, and she offers him the money from her shoe, and then gets him a dollar ice cream cone from mcdonalds. now thats crack-head love. all i want to do is go home and cuddle. but of course, i have to work at the club tonight, which means i get to deal with drunken e-tards. thats people high on ecstacy, mom. so that'll be a good night for all. at least the e-tards pay to get into the club, so they try to be nice, and not get kicked out. yay. anyway, life out here on the coast is good, productive, and weather wise very nice. calm and chill. not too cold, not too hot. middling. i like that word... smootches from the edge of the continent.