I got this really rude anonymous comment today from some arrogant asshole, calling me a “soccer mom” (HA! whatever) just because my life has changed in the past five years and I write about different things publicly than I once did. Well you know what? Don’t read my blog, dickhead. No one’s forcing you. And you don’t know anything about me; I actually don’t reveal much personal stuff here, and there’s a reason for that. I am also not going to apologize for the things I choose to reveal or the things I talk about. This blog isn’t for an “audience,” it’s for me and for my friends and family. Other people who happen upon it are welcome to take a peek at my life, but don’t you DARE judge me. Anonymous coward.

Anyway.

Brian and I came to the conclusion that we would be suckers to buy a house in the Bay Area real estate market. We are just not rich and not about to be. And we don’t reallllly love the idea of living in Walnut Creek, which to be honest we couldn’t even afford anyway. So we’re thinkin outside the box, outside the state. This wouldn’t be for a couple years though, so don’t get too excited.

I feel like posting about makeup or clothes just to piss off mr. or mrs. punker-than-thou, but I can’t think of anything at this second. Hmm. I sure do like pigtails! Oh, and Kiehl’s lip balm. Yay!

I had some coffee this weekend that was so good it made me tingly. Dolores Park Cafe, fyi.

Last night my boyfriend tickled me until I had to say our secret word. Then he feigned injury when I tried to tickle him.

Allison is coming to visit today. She helped me pick out my kitten from the shelter in December, she’ll be able to tell me how much he has grown since then, since it’s hard for me to tell day-to-day.

I did a lot of packing yesterday. Then we ran out of boxes again.

That is all for now, homies.