i fucking love verve.
the verve.
though i've always resisted the "the" part, because it was foisted upon them by the jazz label of the same name.
i mean, come on, people knew the difference.
ah well.
not really something to get angry about, i suppose. but isn't that what this is all about? overanalyzation and such?

fucking pigs.
there was a very intense gentleman yesterday sporting a macworld badge and obviously having some sort of issue. "I'm not a homeless person" he persisted, before giving me a chance to size him up and down.
fucking weird. wanting to know where city towing was. i'm assuming he was from out of town and got his car towed. well dude....you need to chill out.
first.
this is san francisco after all. christ.

i hope you feeeel like iiiiiiii feeeeel.
"weeping willow"

yes yes.
ok, i have mucho work to do. and you know that's the right ticket.

jesus. is porridge.

butt