Say What?! – TGIF Edition
Dear readers of the world, You have not lived until u’ve stopped by Bi-Rite Creamery in San Francisco. I am totally kicking myself in the ass for not knowing about this place until now when I’ve lived in the city for 25 years. All their ice-cream is homemade right upstairs fromt heir store front with all natural ingredients. Softer than ice-cream but harder than gellato and ultimately – HEAVEN ON EARTH. I kid u not, WWII would’ve never happened had Germany and the US just sat down and duked it out on a chess board over some BROWN SUGAR w/ GINGER SWIRL, CREME FRAICHE, and SALTED CARAMEL ice cream, I PROMISE.
Can’t wait for Mary dinner tonight at Front Porch! Fried green tomatoes, spicy shrimp with gritz, and a nice tall glass of cold IPA coming right up!
Damn, my first 2 bullets were all about food
Tat consultation with the amaaazingly talented Henry Lewis this Sat. at The Skull and Sword. Fuck what u heard, Henry is the bees knees and has done 3 of my other pieces. I highly suggest him and George Camprise (formally of Everlasting as well, and now currently with a residency at Seventh Son Tattoo) if u want QUALITY body art done.
Trying to convince myself that I don’t need this:
I really, REALLY need to get my nails did.
Yesterday I started spazzin and embarked on yet another latter-quarter-life crisis. The thought of working admin for the rest of my life set me in full anxiety attack mode at work. And then I took a deep breath, and Mama Mary gave me a virtual shake and told me to stop trying to do everything at once. But it’s so hard because I feel like if I focus on one thing, I’ll miss an opportunity with the other. All in all I started discouraged and scared. So when I finally stopped hyperventilating, I took off my hoops, smeared on that vaseling, tied my hair in a bun, and put up my dukes in an attempt to fuck fear up. ‘Cuz fear is the enemy of success. Needless to say, I’m feeling better today (ooh I should be a rapper).
“Good things come to those who wait, But they come faster to those who don’t”