A Tragic Story
I'm sorry, but I'm sitting in Starbucks right now and just had to comment. I'm sitting next to an Asian lady who is wearing pink and blue ribbons in her hair who has been shouting random Asian things in the store for the last hour. She's wearing a red shirt, green pants, and the aforementioned sparkly ribbons in her hair. I will try to provide a picture, but the lighting is pretty dim and my camera phone isn't all that great. A guy actually came up to her and told her to be quiet or leave. I thought it was awesome. Anyway, just wanted to share. Hopefully, I can lighten the picture and share her with the world. This stuff shouldn't be confined to the walls of this tiny Drumm Street Starbucks. Have a great weekend, everyone.
Well, good afternoon, everyone. I am coming to you live from San Francisco's Main Library in the heart of Civic Center Plaza. That's right, there are homeless people and professionals studying side-by-side, hand-in-hand, and there are even a few of the oddly paired couples skipping through the halls reciting poetry of old. It truly is a town where the utterly impossible is suddenly very possible, and oftentimes likely.
Hello, everyone. I know that it has been quite some time since I have been able to contribute anything, but I have recently been faced with the fact that I may not have access to the internet from my new place of habitation. My roommate is refusing to share his DSL, as he believes that my wireless router will somehow infiltrate his computer files and I will have access to his deepest, darkest cyber-secrets. So, I'm learning to cope with this, and so I got myself on the BART, and now I'm chilling here at Starbucks with my laptop out, cell phone on the table, and let's not forget my Venti Iced Soy Chai Latte!