Last week I drove through my first dust storm in the desert and Sam Cooke was playing and tumbleweeds burst against my car and everything was calm.
Very few things are as satisfying as reading slash at work. Reading gay sex stories at work, yay! Getting paid for it, yay! It makes up for my homophobic coworkers' comments.
Yesterday I saw 'The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou' and it was great and disappointing at the same time but I'm still glad I saw it. A young man played Bowie songs on his guitar and sang in Portuguese.
My roommate just got back from Mexico City. I'm going to San Francisco tonight. I must have sushi for New Year's Eve. Everyone, sushi for New Year's. And the promise of sex and breakfast. Yay!