If college has taught me one thing it’s how to hold my liquor.
Valedictorian, bitches.
Things I do in SF
- Sleep
- Go drink
I leave for San Francisco in EIGHT hours.
I’m so freakin nervous/excited I don’t know what to do with myself. Literally, I have no idea how to do anything in SF. First I have to take the “BART” commonly known as the “metro” in other major cities such as Rome and, my own home, DC, navigate north to “nob hill” and then move in. WHAT DO I DO. I’ve been informed I will be attending a drag show later in the evening which isn’t my thing and then I have to find my way home without being mugged or accosted.
I got hit on last night
Man: *approaches me, starts conversation*
Man: *flirty, starts grabbing my butt*
Man: *grabs my hand and puts it on his crotch (we’re in public, btw)*
Man: It’s eight inches, you think you can handle that?
Me: I mean, I’ve seen bigger.
So yeah, that conversation ended abruptly.
I just don’t get it when people are surprised when actors come out of the closet…
I mean, they’re actors… Weren’t most people in theater in highschool either 1. Gay, 2. Weird or 3. Some skewed combination of the two?
Call me a insensitive stereotype-r, because I am.
Just got an email…
“….. Also, don’t know if you’re aware, but I was searching around on Tumblr and yours came up and the description of it has the “n” word in it and just wanted to bring that to your attention!…”
Welp, that’s embarrassing. Good thing it was an old blog I hadn’t touched in over a year and the ‘n’ word was just apart of a song lyric. Who doesn’t appreciate a good Trina song?
Finding a fuck buddy is just as hard as finding a boyfriend.
Someone just put out for me on my terms and schedule and we’ll call it a day.
Living in lower Nob Hill/Tenderloin area this summer.
Any of my followers from San Francisco want to start betting on how many times I’ll get shot over a course of 10 weeks?
