Today I had a leisurely day biking around Golden Gate Park, sunbathing, and gazing and pictures of shit at the Gilbert and George exhibit at the De Young Museum.
There's also some weird-ass sculpture in the park. Why does public art have to be so assy?

Better late than never? The day before valentines day I went to the east bay with a special someone and rediscovered the pleasures of Bakesale Bettie's. OMG I LOVE THIS PLACE!!! We had a fried chicken sandwich and they gave us free Italian lemon ices to drink and cookies while we waited. DAMN!

what is it with all the drama lately, i mean, really, is something in retrograde? i don't usually go in for all that stuff but now i'm beginning to wonder.
there's a drunk girl in my bathtub.