OK. Where was I?
Juan Felipe was here on Friday, which made for a more entertaining than usual afternoon. We ate lunch. We walked around in the Mission. We talked about our parents. I like him. I knew I would somehow…
Photos above are from my new favorite Italian restaurant in Oakland. They’re there because I like the place, because I love the grape chandelier, and because I don’t really have too much else to say today other than that it rained this weekend. A lot. I just sort of watched it, which is probably why I feel so groggy today. Who says you have to get drunk to have a lost weekend?
Random unrelated thing I don’t understand today: why will a guy who has no problem letting you spooge in his mouth shy away from a friendly kiss afterward?