So, it’s been exactly 3 weeks since Katie and I moved here to San Francisco from Louisiana. Thus far it’s been nothing but excitement, chaos, and discovery.
One of the new past-times I’ve adopted is giving cute nicknames for the homeless people I pass on a daily basis. For example there is DDF, which stands for Drop Dead Fred, because for the better part of a week DDF laid on the sidewalk motionless – I was just sure he was dead. Thankfully, I saw him eating some Lays potato chips the other day… I also see another gentleman quite frequently, Mr. Pee Pee Pants (for obvious reasons.)
I’ve recently become more conscious of unidentified liquids whose source is a dark corner.
Damn, I’m just so very “Sex in the City.”