A Little Piece of Sunshine

Nothing like fog, heavy overcast, chilling winds, and annoying neighbors to make me really miss home.
Rolled back in SF today. It is literally an immediate shift from sunshine to fog. I think every time I venture into the land of the sun and am forced to return to the fog, I die a little inside. Not very pleasant, I admit.

Anyway, just felt like making a short post. :) Nothing too amazing going on, really. I am now severely sleep-deprived (long story involving a crying baby. Well, that actually wasn't that long, was it?) and am sporting a ridiculous tan, but nothing I'm not already used to.

I find it both amusing and frightening that 80% of the girls I've seen in Tahoe look exactly like Britany Spears.
Gorgeous blond locks, yes. Pretty faces, yes. Too much mascara, yes. Generic, definitely.

Why do girls have to look like somebody or dress a certain style?

gold-digging cradle-robbing gerbil-cougars

What?

So, I was having a conversation with my coworker/ex-tutor yesterday (who was, seriously, on a caffeine high). I've never seen anybody on a caffeine high before, but people always tell me I'm on a constant high on oxygen.(I've mellowed a bit since summer. I think the regular hours of sleep must have helped)
I've never believed them, but now I do.

It's a bit freaky, really, seeing yourself in a twenty-something man a head taller than you.

Anyway, just because my mind never travels straight, and because shit rarely go through my mind before it springs out of my mouth, I accidentally called him a cradle-robber. I mean, it was a joke. Like, one of those things you joke about, but at the same time, really really hope it's not true or else you've just put yourself in an extremely awkward position.
Which I kinda did anyway, but one significantly less awkward than I'd expected.

Anyway, anyway.

He was like, "Would you think less of me if I went out with a high-schooler?"

and I was like, "Hmmmm... no.... hm...."

I Predict A Riot

The feeling is back.