Ok, so I got carrot cake instead of a croissant. Better tasting anyway. The construction workers left and now there's a really annoying cable car outside ringing it's damn bell like no tomorrow. Oh well.
I find there's not much for me to talk about today, despite it being the start of a new week.
Oh, I talked to my ex-roommate this morning... The one that still has the hard top to my car. I'll be meeting him for coffee when I get back into town next week. We'll see how that goes.
It also occurs to me that if I move out here to San Francisco, I'd have to sell my 357... Damn. I suppose it would be worth it though. It's a $580 Taurus 357 Magnum 6-shot revolver if anyone is interested, drop me a line. If you don't know how to get ahold of me, I probably wouldn't have sold it to you anyway. :P then I have to check local gun laws here in California and see what kind of permit I'd have to have to carry anything concealed... That's one of the nice things here is that there is actually a conceal-carry law/permit here... :) Considering that I have been the victim of a violent felony (robbed at gunpoint), I probably qualify for it. I'll check into it and get back to it later.
This carrot cake is -really- rich. Dense as unleavened bread, real cream frosting, and it's about 4 inches tall... I can feel my arteries clogging with every savory yummy swallow.
The owner if this little place is a woman named Lisa. She's some sort of Asian, though I can't quite tell if she's Japanese or Chinese. I'm guessing Chinese at this point, but that's just a guess. Her brother John just got here too. Apparently he helps out around here. Nice guy. It would be easier to tell what nationality they originate from if either of them had an accent... No such luck.
In a July 1926 Chicago Tribune editorial, a writer called him a "Pink Powder Puff" and asked, "Why didn't someone quietly drown Rudolph Valentino years ago?"
Just thought you all should know.
For those of you who haven't seen any recent movies, I'd strongly suggest The Italian Job. (NO, NOT THE ONE THAT JUST CAME OUT! I mean the original from the 1960's it's better, and you don't have to deal with the bad acting of Marky Mark or Charlize Theron.)
Time to go smoke a cigarette. You probably need one too.
Good lord... And you thought the drug scene in Albuquerque was bad... I walk outisde to go smoke a cigarette and get asked if I want to buy some pot by some guy walking down the street. I should move here and become a cop.
I went to a little 24-hour diner last night with my cousins Ben and Stefan. They're both here in SF also. Ben lives just across the street from the projects and is still paying $2100/month for a 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment. Insanity. He's a software writer working for a little company called KnowNow. They're hiring... maybe I should go work there if he can afford to pay that much for an apartment.
So the gun laws here are rather odd and hard to understand, it basically comes down to needing a license to carry a gun either concealed or exposed. Dammit. That would require me to register my guns too. Oh well.
The carrot cake was yummy, but way too rich... not eating that again for a few months... Definetly need to eat something with protein in it later tonight.
Speaking of tonight, I'm going back to the club that I went to last week. Maybe I can actually avoid getting my ass grabbed this time. At least last week it was by 2 chicks... Too bad they were both not my type. then again, I don't think I've met a chick yet that grabs stranger's asses that -is- my type.
I think that's enough of my rambling for now. Gonna go finish the last book that I brought with me and chat with Kaya for a while. :)