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Friday, July 30, 2004
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."
I am eating though I am not very hungry. The clock tells me it is time to eat, so off I go to my curry and naan. When Outlook makes a bing, I drop my fork and have to run, dabbing the spicy sauce from the corners of my mouth.
I'm finding myself lightly sweating all the time. I can reach back and find the back of my neck wet at any moment—right now, cradling the phone with my shoulder, I can feel that the collar of my "Overclocked" tshirt is soaked through. The fan in my office is turned up to high all the time. After two and half hours in the same meeting, it's hard not to let tempers flare. Projects all come in at high priority. My to-do list swells. And i try not let hot tears of frustration steam my glasses.
I even woke up the other morning drenched in sweat; I took a warm shower to try to cool off. As I toweled off in my room, I heard the thermometer beeping in the bathroom; the Roommate padded out and went back to bed, nursing a fever.
It might be summer, but it's always cool in San Francisco. So instead I'm having the heatwave on the inside.
01:05 PM PST (link)
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Enough Lube For All Of Folsom Street.
How was my afternoon at the Dore Alley Street Fair? Well, pretty good: I got a leaner on a wiener.
...What, you want more explaination that that?
Ok, The Steamworks, a local-area sexclub was doing a fundraiser for one of our local AIDS charities. For a donation they'd give you various leather "rings" to throw at a few rows of rather large dildos attached to a wall. They called it the "Cock Ring Toss." It was a lot harder than it looked. (Sorry. Had to make the pun.) I threw one that balanced on top of one of the big dongs. Not around it, but on top. Go me. I resisted the urge to tell people that really, I did know how cockrings worked and that this wasn't the most effect way to attach one.
But they let me take a prize anyway...either a black t-shirt or something that looked like a "chip clip." And at a leather street fair, I didn't want to ask questions about what you used the chip clip for. (They also threw in more lube. How long does lube normally last before it expires?) When I got home, I discovered that the shirt was a 3XL. Oh well. As long as the Boyfriend doesn't think I brought some hot bear guy home with me afterwards, it's fine.
On the other hand, I ate all of that bag of potato chips because I didn't have any way to close it. So maybe I should have thought about my options better.
02:16 AM PST (link)