trials and tribulations...

Don’t ask me what that shit means, if you don’t know by now, you never will is what I want to say to him, ignorant lil bitch ass, but politely I explained like you would to a bad ass 4 yr old.

I left my heart...

I miss San Francisco. I miss the weather....gorgeous (except that month where it rained non-stop) I miss seeing the earth rotate (in reality it was just the clouds moving) I miss the morning fog that sits on the city like a blanket. I miss the Mission. I miss my school's view, brilliant! I miss the Mandarin, best veggies (and most costly) I miss the bay bridge, although I'm glad I missed that freak accident. I miss TeaCake in Emeryville, I miss Golden Gate. I miss the Oakland Zoo. I miss that yummy teashop off Piedmont street where they had the delicious Tiramisu. I miss Big City and those wide eyed kids. I miss Mollie Stone's individual bread puddings. I miss the Fillmore, the noise the grime the Saturday farmers markets. I miss Friday night concerts with the complex. I miss SFMOMA and 49 Geary. I miss my gym and their heated towels, and the smiling cutie at the front desk. I miss that yummy patisserie, I miss my crepes. I miss San Francisco.