tickle fight!

The book bay smelled like urine long after the urine soaked hobo left the building.  It lingered.  For a very, very long time.  Customers complained.  I continuously spritzed Lysol in front of a fan we set up to air the place out.  It did not work.  I sprayed Lysol in the corners and up in the air in the middle of the store.  Still, urine.  Regardless, a customer told me I am a very pleasant person and commended me for my noble volunteer work.  I couldn’t stop looking at childrens’ books that I want to give to my cute little neighbor (the only child in my building) whose blue-eyed husky we are now occasionally dog-sitting.  There was a really cool childrens philosophy-type book.  It just asked very important questions accompanied by very cool and beautiful drawings.  I can’t believe I left it there.  

I am listening to RadioDread – a cd rented from the library – and really liking it.  Shhhhh.

I just put at least four braids in my hair, put it all in a low ponytail, am curling the ponytail, and ratting it so it is big and nasty.  I get bored.

I went to the Piazza Market in North Beach, had a Pinot Noir from 2007, was very jealous of a 2005 Zinfandel, and befriended the sommelier and will probably write a nice review on yelp because I like the place and they deserve it and he was super cool.  I miss indoor public markets.  The chef even gave us a piece of herb focaccia straight from the oven and they charged us two bucks for it, a price they made up on the spot.  They don’t normally do that.  

I had a slice of cheese pizza at Golden Boy and stuck an owl sticker with the word “demanda” scribbled on it on the bathroom wall.  

I have my whole tentative noisepop festival attendance schedule jotted on my iPhone notes.  I hope I can make it to every single one!!  

I spent a ridiculous amount of money at Sephora the other day (doesn’t everyone?) but now my skin is glowing and I feel really satisfied if not a little bit vain and shallow. 

I am drinking a seasonal Belgian beer with some lime notes in it.  I don’t even really like beer.  But if I must, it must be Belgian.  I’m a snob or maybe am just projecting some sort of wannabe nationalism because most beer snobs I know aren’t that into Belgian beer.  Some of my fondest European memories are set in Belgium.  

I saw a going out of business sign at Cose Bella and thought it was an outpost of one of my favorite stores, Bella Cose, but was wrong.  Regardless, I purchased a really amazing glass ring with green, black, and gold haphazardly splattered on the inside (which apparently is a result of a toxic state that the glass goes through in the highest heat of the blowing process) for 16 dollars.  I keep rings forever.  I still have a ring my friend got for me on her study abroad semester in Ireland in college.  

Bless you and bless Radiohead.  One love.