So I quit my miserable job and went to San Francisco spur of the moment-style, and it. was. amazing. I love the city, I love all who reside in it. It makes me want to be a better person, as they say. If I don't move there, I'd like to move to a city that makes me feel the same way SF does, and meet someone in that city who understands me like James does. He knows I still have a long way to go in terms of personal growth and forgives me for being an ass. Thanks for being a true friend, man. Wish I was born in the 60's.

I didn't get to see everyone, but that's okay. It was what it was and I wouldn't change it.
(To-do: Buy a really great pair of comfortable solid sexy shoes I can walk three miles in up and down hills/go on adventures with without ruining my feetsies.)

I also wouldn't change the amount I got tickled.

This trip was filled with so many great times. Good restaurants... I filled up on southern cookin', delicious noodles, s'mores, perfect cheeses, coffee, sandwiches, and breakfast burritos; went to a really sweet party of decompression, ate delicious treats, survived a hard workout, did lots of walking, and had lots and lots of preciously groovy moments.

Like the moment before this picture was taken, when I found my first grey hair:

Life landmark! I'll always remember it, even when I'm an actual old lady.

A few people lately have had a problem with me, as you can see (the last two entries were to/about them)... and I say to them and all the rest:

"Love me or leave me! It's okay!"

If we're wasting time, I don't mind if you leave, friends... I'd rather have people love me for the silly creature I am than people stick around and act like they like me so they'll have another friend. And if I know you don't love me and you're still hangin' around trying to be a good person, I'll kick you out. No one wants to be used. Being a more well-behaved someone else who tolerates people in order to have lots of pals at parties isn't worth it at all.

And look here, I love the heck out of people who have the patience to love me. I really do. And to all of them, apologies for being selfish...I'm always just trying to get to a better place, as usual, and I'm not good at handling change. I'll get there, I promise... and you will all be glad you stuck it out with me.