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just passed a homeless guy with a smart phone. i need to read this guy's twitter.
just got word that about eight muni buses worth of police are loading up in dogpatch right now. #OccupySF
i've almost completed today's to-do list:
1 - don't put on pants
2 - [this one i haven't figured out yet]
i'm brainstorming primitive ways to take care of daily business to increase my hipster cred. #hipsterproblems
i live my broke life here because SF always gives strange adventures and stories to tell. it treats me well, despite it's prices.
by the amount of twitter attention i've been getting lately, i obviously need to step up my drinking game.
i just got a high five from a cat. i must have done something right today.
it's a lively dance party at #OccupySF. the only reason police may have to break this up is to stop some bad dancing.
why aren't all the bathrooms in marina bars labelled 'bros' and 'hoes'?
you know, the idea of labor day in this economic climate is pretty ironic.
too much coffee makes me yawn. is this what it's like to OD on caffiene?
SOUR MIX IN A MARGARITA?!
currently doing my kegel routine to warm up for the bar tonight.
i'm sorry that i love bourbon so much but i'm not sorry about it.
i'm sorry i was absent from the dolores park hunky jesus contest this afternoon, but i felt compelled to let someone else win.
"Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?" - Albert Camus
nocturne adventure specialist: the rock and roll wails, the blues echoes, the bourbon swills, and the cocktails beckon.